660 Couldn’t You Wait A Little Longer? (1/2)

Yun Yang moved against the wind.

The wind whistled but it did not blow the stifling feeling within him away.

'Was my decision today right or wrong? Whichever way, it's too late to do anything about it now!'

'perhaps it was an error today, not exacting my revenge, but I hope that… my decision can still be useful in some way or other… there is the bigger picture to consider.'

'I am a citizen of Yutang after all.'

'I have temporarily put aside my personal grudges temporarily in light of the country's teetering state… Brothers, will you all blame me for this?'

'I don't I know what kind of people you are, but I do know that all of you won't blame me!'

'I do, however, blame myself!'

'It is actually rather difficult to distinguish black and white in this world, to pick between right and wrong. It's not just about differences in opinion,

it's not just mere resolution of wisdom. It is, in truth, a terribly helpless situation!'

Yun Yang heaved a long sigh. He had made his choice and he knew that the decision was the best choice given the current circumstances. However, the angst within him did not seem to go away but increased instead. He could barely soothe his roiling emotions.

The first target was considered eliminated. He should just complete the rest of the tasks that were waiting for him.

The wind fluttered.

Yun Yang had come to Old Marshal Qiu Jianhan's residence quietly.

Old Marshal Qiu's residence had been morose recently, for Qiu Jianhan had yet to gain consciousness. Old Mistress Qiu had commissioned plenty of renowned physicians while almost all of the palace's royal physicians had come to stay at the Qiu Residence. The palace's rare medicinal material was almost emptied out. The emperor had ordered for them to be moved to the Qiu Residence first, whether they would be needed or not lest there was delayed if the material was needed and it was not there.

His Majesty had commanded that Old Marshal Qiu be saved, regardless of the cost – even if his blood was needed as an enhancer, come and take it! Whoever could save the old bastard would be promoted three ranks higher and be titled a marquis, a title that would be passed down for generations; even if one was involved in treason, one would be bestowed the gold medallion of immunity!

The emperor's promise was significant.

The royal physicians were nervous like they were walking on eggshells. They had used their best tricks and made their best attempts.

Even so, they were still berated by His Majesty every day – so what if you presented all the best prescriptions and your best knowledge? The Old Marshal was still unconscious!

The emperor paid a visit to the Qiu Residence once every three days. Each time he visited, he sighed for a long time, tears streamed for a long time, he was silent for a long time. Then, he rebuked the royal physicians in a fit of unreasonable fury. He did not want to – he knew that the physicians had tried their best and there was truly no other way.

Yet, every time he saw Qiu Jianhan's state of living death, the misery he felt caused him to choke.

The night was late now.

Old Mistress Qiu was taking care of her partner, standing before his bed.

Looking at the unconscious Qiu Jianhan who looked like he was just asleep, the old mistress sighed sadly, ”Oh, Old Man Qiu… we've been married for our entire life. Why didn't I realize how important you are? My heart used to ache every time you set off for war, afraid that you won't be able to make it back. Now that you're back and I can see you every day, this heart of mine… is still aching…”

As she spoke, the old mistress suddenly chuckled. ”What am I saying? Compared to the fallen soldiers, you're already much luckier. Even if you really can't wake up again, I am still contented. You are right here before my eyes, after all…”

As she muttered, the wind suddenly whistled softly. A dark shadow materialized at the foot of the bed.

”Who are you? Why have you come?” The old mistress did not lose her composure – despite the startling appearance of the apparition, she was calm and collected, her words composed.

”I am Supreme Cloud,” said the black shadow, ”I'm here to help Old Marshal regain consciousness.”