All was going well, but it seemed like fate had other things up his sleeves. One night, Wu Qian was accused of poisoning one of the concubines. As he was the one in charge of collecting herbs, it would have been easier to collect poisonous herbs.
Wen Jing believed that Wu Qian was innocent, but he had no solid proof to prove his innocence.
Everyone agreed not to let Wu Qian die easily, and thus, he was depleted of his spiritual power. He could only faintly breathe, see, and talk. He couldn't even stand up. Thus, he was banished from the kingdom.
It took a rather long time to find the whereabouts of Wu Qian as Wen Jing couldn't let people know that he was searching for a 'murderer'.
Wen Jing, alongside his friend, Song Lan, a well-known healer, hurried to the place where Wu Qian was rumored to have been seen. A shabby abandoned hut.
To Wen Jing's relief, he found Wu Qian, but the latter was unconscious. After having consulted Wu Qian, Song Lan spoke:
"The only way to save him is for someone to transfer their spiritual energy into his body, making you the fuel and him the furnace. But the chances are... rather low. I can guarantee no more than thirty percent, I would advise you not to-
Wen Jing: " I am happy that there even is a chance."
Song Lan: "But you know that he won't be able to endure the truth."
Wen Jing: "Please trust me on this."
The next morning, a ray of sunshine shun on Wu Qian's face, waking him from his slumber.
He spotted Song Lan and tried to stand up but failed miserably.
Song Lan: "Don't... you still need to get more rest."
Wu Qian: "Y-you aren't you Wen Jing's friend Song Lan?
Song Lan nods in agreement.
Wu Qian: "But where is Wen Jing?"
YOU ARE READING
That fated morning.
Historical FictionLittle did he know that their fates would change after meeting each other on that fated morning. Wu Qian a servant and Wen Jing, the future king of the Wen kingdom.
