PNB Chapter 352 My son seems to have changed.
Chapter 352 My son seems to have changed.
Inside the palace of the King of Langhuai, Mo Xiao looked worried.
Cui Jinhua had last woken up three days ago, and now, lying in bed, if it weren't for the slight rise and fall of her chest, he would have thought...
"Sigh," he sighed, holding Cui Jinhua's hand.
Ying Wuyai stood silently by the bed, feeling a tearing pain in his body.
Cui Jinhua hadn't woken up for three days and he still hadn't been able to get her heart's blood. Tomorrow was the night of the full moon, and the blood in the bottle could only last for one more time at most.
He pursed his lips but couldn't help speaking, "Father, the priest said that tomorrow is another full moon night, and I must obtain Mother's heart's blood again."
After Ying Wuyai finished speaking, he lowered his head, not daring to face Mo Xiao. Every time they made eye contact, he could feel an invisible pressure.
Did Mo Li feel the same way he did when she was with Mo Xiao? He couldn't help but wonder.
Mo Xiao looked up at him, and Ying Wuyai's figure was clearly reflected in his brown pupils.
These days, he always felt that his son was not quite the same as before. He had doubted and tested him, and it was undoubtedly his son.
Why is he no longer close to me? Whenever we look at each other, his eyes always seem to dart away.
Perhaps it's because of guilt?
He suppressed his doubts and said to Ying Wuyai, "Li'er, you've seen what your mother looks like too."
"It's not that Father King is unwilling, but if he were to take your mother's body again, she might never wake up again."
Both were his beloved children, and Mo Xiao found it difficult to choose.
If he doesn't take it, his son will suffer excruciating pain; if he does, his wife may lose her life.
Ying Wuyai's eyes flickered, thinking that Mo Xiao's love for Mo Li was nothing more than this.
However, Cui Jinhua, whenever she woke up, never hesitated for a moment when it came to taking her heart's blood for her son, Mo Li.
That being the case...
He gathered his strength and suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, his whole body swaying precariously.
"Li'er!"
Mo Xiao quickly caught him and held him in his arms, gently patting Ying Wuyai, whose eyes were already somewhat dazed.
"Father, it hurts so much!"
"Li'er, it hurts so much!" he cried out, black grime spilling from the corner of his mouth as loudly as he could, making Mo Xiao's heart leap into his throat.
"Someone! Quickly! Go find the priest!"
His face was filled with panic; where was the dignified demeanor of a king he usually possessed?
Cui Jinhua on the bed twitched her fingers a couple of times, and moved her eyes, but she couldn't open them no matter what she did.
Ying Wuyai was facing her, and upon seeing this, he was overjoyed.
He said this method would definitely work! He had done it the first two times!
Whenever he did that, Cui Jinhua seemed to sense it and would wake up whether she wanted to or not.
"Father, I saw Mother move her hand," he reminded Mo Xiao, his voice feigning weakness.
Mo Xiao paused for a moment, then gently placed him on the soft couch beside him and turned to look at Cui Jinhua.
"Jinhua," he called softly, gently taking Cui Jinhua's hand in his.
Cui Jinhua's other hand twitched even more violently, her brows furrowed as she struggled to open her eyes.
Seeing this, Mo Xiao quickly reassured her, "It's alright, it's alright, Li'er is fine."
As soon as he finished speaking, Cui Jinhua weakly grasped his hand and her lips moved.
Mo Xiao quickly leaned his head closer and put his ear to her lips.
"Take... Li'er... take."
She seemed to have used all her strength to say those words, and Mo Xiao felt the pressure on his hands gradually lessen.
"Alright, I'll get it for Li'er, as you say."
Seemingly after a struggle with himself, Mo Xiao gritted his teeth and softly agreed to Cui Jinhua's request.
As if relieved, Cui Jinhua's hands stopped moving, her eyes stopped moving, and she returned to her previous state.
Seeing her like this, Mo Xiao really couldn't bear to tell Ying Wuyai to take his heart's blood immediately.
The priest rushed over, carrying some strange objects in his hands.
Fearing that he might disturb Cui Jinhua, he ordered his men to carry Ying Wuyai back to his residence.
The priest danced around the soft couch once, and finally pasted two blood-red talismans on the door.
Mo Xiao asked, puzzled, and the priest only told him that it was for stabilizing the soul.
Seeing that his son had fallen into a deep sleep, Mo Xiao dismissed everyone and left the room himself.
"Grandma Ghost, the Queen needs your heart's blood again."
Mo Xiao couldn't bear it, but thinking of his son's pale and bloodless face, he still spoke up.
The old woman looked at him with a puzzled expression, her face still showing a hint of anger:
"Is Your Majesty joking with an old man like me? How can you take heart's blood when the Queen is still unconscious?"
Every time she drew blood from her heart, she felt incredibly guilty. She would never use such a vicious method to treat an illness unless absolutely necessary.
She felt it was evil to draw blood from someone when they were awake, let alone when they were asleep.
Furthermore, Cui Jinhua was her savior!
Mo Xiao frowned slightly and replied, "Tomorrow is the night of the full moon. The Imperial Preceptor has not yet returned. How can Li'er survive without her heart's blood?"
Upon hearing this, the old woman looked at him with even greater confusion, "Last time we took enough for the little prince to survive until tomorrow, why is Your Majesty in such a hurry?"
"Does he think the Queen has lived too long?"
She speaks without any mercy, and she treats everyone except Cui Jinhua.
Mo Xiao was taken aback; it seemed that even the Ghost Granny had figured something out.
She turned and left, intending to go back and find a way to replace the heart's blood.
Mo Xiao turned and walked into the palace. He stood in front of the bed and looked at Ying Wuyai for a long time.
Another invisible pressure arose, and even in his sleep, Ying Wuyai felt like he couldn't breathe.
He suddenly opened his eyes, and Mo Xiao had already averted his scrutinizing gaze, which was now filled with affection and concern:
"Li'er is awake? How are you feeling?"
Ying Wuyai looked away, coughed weakly twice, but still said sensibly, "Your subject is fine. I wonder how Your Majesty is?"
"Is it still possible to obtain heart blood?"
Mo Xiao thought to himself that he was overthinking things when he heard the first question, but his pupils suddenly contracted when he heard the second question.
Is this still his Li'er? Is he only asking his mother to confirm whether he can have his heart's blood taken?
He felt a chill run down his spine, but remained composed as he replied, "Li'er, I'm afraid your mother can no longer draw her heart's blood."
"Her pulse was weak; the priest said it was really unacceptable."
After speaking, Mo Xiao looked ashamed again, "It's all my father's fault for being incompetent and failing to find a solution for you."
"My father has already sent someone to find the Grand Preceptor; perhaps she will have a solution when she returns."
Hearing that Ying Wuya couldn't have his heart's blood taken, I didn't want to talk to him anymore. In the end, it was still Cui Jinhua who was useless. She couldn't even stand having her heart's blood taken a few times for her son.
Needless to say, Mo Xiao's love for Mo Li is probably all an act, right?
A woman is dead, that's it; you can always marry another.
Aren't rules meant to be broken?
But she only has one son. If Mo Li dies, Cui Jinhua definitely won't want to live anymore.
"Father, I feel very tired."
"Tomorrow is another full moon night. Without your heart's blood, you must be in immense pain. Your son needs to rest well."
Since he had said that, Mo Xiao naturally understood. He raised his hand and patted Ying Wuyai's head, his tone full of concern, "Li'er, you've suffered so much. It's all because your father is useless."
"Take good rest, your father is leaving now."
He turned and walked away without hesitation, leaving Ying Wuyai stunned as he watched his retreating figure.
Just leave like that?