Riding The Wind And Waves In Shura Field [Quick Wear]

8.6 - Shen Ran: Is the old emperor crazy?

　　"Your Highness, please stop moving. Your wound has opened again... Imperial Physician, where is the Imperial Physician?"

　　The maids stopped him. Shen Ran had no strength in his body. He ignored the severe pain in his chest. He only felt a fishy and sweet taste rising up in his throat. He held on to the bed, and blood dripped from the corner of his lips.

　　"Your Highness, please don't move. You have to take care of yourself." Nan'er quickly took a handkerchief to wipe the corners of his lips. Shen Ran grabbed Nan'er's hand, his face pale, and said weakly, "Find him...find him..."

　　Shen Ran suddenly lost all his strength and everything went dark before his eyes. Before he passed out, he heard the screams of Nan'er and the others.

　　...

　　[Shen Ran: The target of the strategy will not die, right? ]

　　【999: Of course, host, you have been carrying out the mission for such a long time, how could you not even know this?】

　　[Shen Ran: I'm confused because I care too much. I always feel like...something is not right.]

　　Shen Ran always felt that the development of things seemed not right, full of incongruity, but for a moment he could not find where the problem lay, so he could only complete the task more carefully.

　　...

　　Shen Ran was seriously injured. If the arrow had gone a little off, he would have been killed on the spot. It could be said that he was lucky to be alive. Even so, the entire Imperial Hospital was about to move to the Eastern Palace, but he was still in a coma for a long time before he gradually woke up.

　　"Your Highness, the people we sent out have returned... The bottom of the cliff is too deep, and we really can't get down. Even if we find the prince, I'm afraid his body will be gone." Nan'er turned her head away, unable to bear to see Shen Ran's expression at the moment, and could only whisper, "The emperor is also sending people to look for him, Your Highness should stop making him unhappy."

　　"You mean, he just died like that?" Shen Ran leaned on the bed, his hands loosely grasping the quilt, his forehead covered with cold sweat. The room was obviously warm, but he was still shivering from the cold.

　　"Your Highness..." Nan'er was speechless.

　　"I understand." Shen Ran closed his eyes. He felt uncomfortable and a little breathless. "What did the emperor say about the memorial I submitted before?"

　　As soon as these words were spoken, not only Nan'er, but even the young eunuch who was working on the stove paused, and everyone's voices lowered.

　　Shen Ran realized something was wrong. He opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on Nan'er. A suffocating guess slowly emerged in his mind, but he could hardly accept it. He reluctantly said, "Why are you not talking? I'm asking you a question."

　　"Your Highness." Nan'er knelt down and prostrated herself on the ground. "The Emperor has ordered that all of Your Highness' arrangements... be put on hold. The refugees... will not be resettled for the time being..."

　　"What do you mean?" Shen Ran's lips were bloodless. He barely held on to his body, his eyes full of bloodshot. "What do you mean by don't care? I... I have already made arrangements, food and other disaster relief items, all ready. Why are you putting it off?"

　　"The emperor said that His Highness has overstepped the limit." Nan'er knocked his head heavily to the ground, and everyone else knelt down together. Shen Ran's pupils suddenly widened and he stared at them.