The Prince Wants to Assassinate Me Every Day

Chapter 1424: Chapter 812: Luming Returns Triumphant, Reunion_2

If I keep lying here like this, even a healthy person would end up ruined.

"I can’t walk anymore..." The words slipped out, and the emotions that had finally steadied a little collapsed again.

"Wheelchair!" Xie Qianyun was speechless. "Can’t you see I’m also in a wheelchair? I’ve got chunks of flesh missing all over me from the wolf bites, and the meat’s only just starting to grow back. Mother said I can’t set foot on the ground for at least a month."

"You only need a month, but I’m stuck like this for life..." The more Wu Huahao spoke, the sadder he became.

"Cut the crap, hurry up." Xie Qianyun snapped.

Wu Huahao stared at her with big, pitiful eyes.

He knew Xie Qianyun’s tenderness toward him never lasted more than half a day.

He finally managed to sit up from the bed.

As soon as he sat up, his head spun.

He hurriedly grabbed the guard attending him beside the bed. "Slow down, slow down, my head’s spinning like crazy."

Xie Qianyun couldn’t help but chuckle.

So now he remembered to take care of himself?!

Just now, looking at him, she’d thought there was a living corpse lying on the bed.

After much effort.

Wu Huahao finally sat in the wheelchair.

Once he was in the wheelchair, he had to rest for a long while before letting the guard push him and Xie Qianyun out of the tent together.

Outside the tent, blue skies and white clouds, the clear air rushed at them.

Wu Huahao felt like he hadn’t breathed such fresh air in ages.

For a moment, he felt as if he had been reborn.

The two of them were pushed around the Oasis camp by their personal guards.

"Feeling any better?" Xie Qianyun asked Wu Huahao.

"No." Wu Huahao insisted stubbornly.

"Then I’ll tell you something that might cheer you up a bit."

Wu Huahao looked at Xie Qianyun.

"I heard that back in the day the Supreme Emperor was also crippled in both legs," Xie Qianyun said, enunciating each word.

"And then?" Wu Huahao looked completely baffled.

"Are you stupid? Isn’t the Supreme Emperor now bouncing around alive and well?" Xie Qianyun said irritably.

"..." She actually dared to use "bouncing around" to describe the Supreme Emperor.

Xie Qianyun really had guts.

"I asked my mother about it. She said the Supreme Emperor’s legs back then were cured by the Empress Dowager," Xie Qianyun told Wu Huahao very bluntly.

Of course Wu Huahao understood what Xie Qianyun meant.

She meant there was a chance the Empress Dowager could cure his legs?!

He suddenly remembered that during those half-dead, decadent two weeks, the Empress Dowager had indeed come to see him. But he’d been groggy every day, only vaguely recalling it. Could it be he really still had a chance?

Seeing the excitement on Wu Huahao’s face, which he didn’t bother to hide, Xie Qianyun doused him with a bucket of cold water. "But everyone’s different. What if you’re not as lucky as the Supreme Emperor?! So don’t get your hopes up too high."

"..." Couldn’t Xie Qianyun stop crushing him for once?!

"Anyway, having some hope is good enough," Xie Qianyun added in comfort.

"Oh." Wu Huahao didn’t dare pin too much hope on it either.

He was just afraid that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

They stopped at a spot that was good for watching the sunset.

They gazed into the distance at the vast, desolate desert stretching as far as the eye could see.

"Has His Majesty personally led the campaign?" Wu Huahao asked.

"He’s been out for about ten days. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be back soon," Xie Qianyun replied. "The front-line reports say everything’s going smoothly. They’ve already struck at the Tatars’ base, and wherever they go, they’re unstoppable."

"His Majesty is braver than I’d imagined. I thought after this battle he wouldn’t personally lead troops again," Wu Huahao said sincerely.

"I thought so too. When I found out he personally led the Daxuan Army to attack the Tatars’ base, I was shocked. I always thought my mother would be the one going," Xie Qianyun agreed.

Wu Huahao nodded.

Then something else occurred to him. "You’ve been disfigured like this. Do you think His Majesty will despise you?"

"Of course." Xie Qianyun answered without the slightest hesitation. "He’s someone who pursues perfection. Now that I’ve turned into this ghost, he’ll definitely despise me a lot."

"You’re not upset?" Wu Huahao asked in surprise.

He really thought Xie Qianyun was way too calm.

"I can’t wait for him to set me aside," Xie Qianyun said firmly. "If I’m no longer the Empress, I can keep staying at the border and live the life I want. Instead of going back to that cage, bowing and saluting every day—so annoying."

"...You don’t like His Majesty?" Wu Huahao asked cautiously.

"What good is liking him? Liking him doesn’t mean he’ll like me. It’s just as well that I don’t," Xie Qianyun said, stretching lazily.

She didn’t dare use too much strength.

The Empress Dowager had said that even when she sneezed, she had to hold herself steady, or her wounds would split open.