The Tempestuous Consort – Wilfully Pampered by the Beastly Highness Chapter 772
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Chapter 772: Xi Jin Poisoned Himself 3
Chapter 772: Xi Jin Poisoned Himself 3
“You’ve done your best . Let’s go back . ” Si Mobai lifted Feng Tianlan up and turned around to leave .
Feng Tianlan’s hand clutched Si Mobai’s sleeve, and she struggled to get down to the ground . But despite her struggling, she could not break free . She could only look at him and say, “Mobai, no . I want to save him . ”
Si Mobai’s face was as cold as frost . He did not say a word and continued to leave .
“Please . I beg you, Mobai . ” Feng Tianlan tightly gripped his sleeve . Her voice was pleading . Big Brother Jin cannot die; he’s innocent .
Si Mobai’s body stiffened, and he simply refused . “No,” he said in a cold voice .
Her body had already reached the limit . Even if her blood could save his life, she could not withstand any more strain like this .
“I will turn my back on you . ” Feng Tianlan’s nails turned slightly white because she was squeezing her hand with force .
Si Mobai felt a pain in his heart and averted his gaze . He only cared about whisking her away . She could turn her back on him all she wanted . She would eventually understand .
Feng Tianlan tried her best to open her eyes . Her grip on his sleeve turned shifted to grab his arm . She said weakly but with determination, “Mobai, if something happens to Big Brother Jin, I will blame you . I will hate you, and it will be the end of us . ”
That was Big Brother Jin, who had protected her and doted on her for a decade . Furthermore, Big Brother Jin had taken the poison just now because of her . She could not stand by without saving him, knowing that she had life-saving blood . She could not do it .
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Si Mobai suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked down at Feng Tianlan, who spoke with determination despite her reddened eyes . He felt as though her words were a knife that stabbed into his heart, making him feel a pain worse than death .
She actually used their relationship to threaten him for the sake of another man!
Si Mobai’s face looked grim while he said coldly, “This is all the more reason why I cannot let you save him . ”
“You…”
Si Mobai looked at Feng Tianlan, whose eyes were closed . He flexed his hands tightly and carried her . He marched along calmly outside the Imperial Palace . However, the moment he stepped down onto a step, he stopped and looked down at her, quiet and in a deep sleep . There were still tears glistening on the corners of her eyes .
Mobai, if something happens to Big Brother Jin, I’ll blame you . I’ll hate you, and it will be the end of us .
Her words rang out in his ears, making his feet feel as if they weighed 1000 pounds . He was no longer able to move . He dared not risk it . He had once promised to protect the people she cared about . He did not want to see her looking sad over a close friend again .
In the end, he still could not bear for her to be sad .
Si Mobai flexed his hands and turned around to hand Feng Tianlan to Azurite . “Help prepare some medicine for her and feed it to her,” he said .
Azurite took Feng Tianlan and turned to watch Si Mobai walk toward Xi Jin . He swept the crying Empress as well as the Imperial Physician next to him aside and then crouched down . He cut open his palm and let the blood drip into Xi Jin’s mouth .
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Seeing this scene, everyone present watched on in amazement . What was going on with these two? Xi Jin had already had succumbed to the poison . What was Si Mobai trying to do by feeding him blood? Could he be resurrected like this?
Si Mobai’s handsome face was grim . He saw that Xi Jin’s somewhat purplish-green face had gradually begun to turn a little rosy . His breathing, which had seemingly stopped, became faintly discernable and then slowly began to stabilize .
It was only after a long time that Si Mobai got up . He waited until there was no more blood flowing from his palm, Xi Jin’s face had become completely rosy, and his breathing completely stabilized . Because Si Mobai had lost so much blood, his body swayed when he stood up .
He looked coldly at the Empress, who was still sobbing and dared not come forward and said in a cold voice, “Tell Xi Jin that it was Lan’er and me who had saved his life . He must cherish his life and not fight with me for Lan’er . Otherwise, I can take it back . ”
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