Romance Of Flame And Ice - Chapter 375

“Please tell Li Na, Li Jing and Han Li that I love them very much,” she let go of their mother’s hand then she stretched her hand towards Han Chen who held her hand again. He knows what she wants from the look in her eyes so he leaned into her for a kiss, the last yet the most heartfelt kiss they will ever share.

Then they wheeled her away.

“What is going on?” it is still too hard for her mother to understand why she spoke like she is saying her last goodbye.

“She choose to have the baby,” Han Chen said then he dropped to his knees and started crying, the waiting area became filled with wailing and tears from everyone. This is too sudden for them. In just a day, all the happiness they have ever known is dissapearing.

I love you, Han Chen.

After an hour, the obstetrician and assisting surgeons came out of the operation room.

“The baby survived and is under intensive care and life support but the mother…” she lowered her head in regrets. That was enough for them to understand what has happened.

“No!” her mother screamed while Han Chen stood still in disbelief. He still thinks all of this is a dream he can never wake up from.

“We only induced anaesthesia on the lower part of her body but she is in a coma as of now,” the doctor added.

The news brought hope back to them.

“Are you saying there is a chance she might survive?” Han Chen asked.

“We are not sure yet, there seems to be damage to her brain though we haven’t been able to find the source but we just have to wait,” she answered.

Wait…no matter how long it takes, Yu Yan, I will wait for you….we will wait for you.

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He snuck back to the capital after riding for days only to find that the emperor has his manor surrounded after he found out from the people he sent to watch him that he visited the city where the flame sect is.

He manoeuvred his way into his manor and hurriedly took her body into his secret chamber.

“Master!” Both Feng Shui and Xiaodi exclaimed at the sight of him and the body laying on the bed, he cautioned them to keep quiet so they shut the secret entrance which they opened only after they heard suspicious movement coming from the room.

“We were worried about you,” Xiaodi whispered as she examined him to make sure he is alright.

“I don’t have much time, where is the eight petaled flower that contains my mother’s soul?” he asked with desperation and anguish in his voice. They glanced at the body, only then did they notice she has been stabbed and she is probably already dead.

Feng Shui placed two of his finger on the side of her neck to read her pulse, he realised she has already died so if he is asking for his flower containing his mother’s soul then that means he plans to…

“Your highness, you can’t!” he warned, raising voice.

“Master…” Xiaodi called looking at the body then back at her master, she doesn’t understand why the woman her master loves is suddenly dead but she knows if he does what she thinks he is about to do then it will cause problems for her master and the entire world.

“I asked you a question, where is the flower?” he asked again in a commanding tone.

Tears trickled down her cheeks knowing she has no choice but to tell him. He entrusted it to her so he doesn’t know where she kept it after they returned to the capital.

“In the spatial ring,” she answered reluctantly.

He quickly took off the ring then he brought out the flower from the spatial space. He placed the flower above Huo Lan and infused his Qi into the flower. The internal strength from the flower started seeping into her chest.

Xiaodi and Feng Shui quickly fell on their knees.

“Master, please stop. If you continue then you will lose all of your power and die,” Xiaodi persuaded, what he is doing is just too reckless without much consideration and thought to it.

“Even if I give my life and the world disappears, I must save her,”

Feng Shui could already tell it is no use trying to persuade him, he has loved and protected her behind the screen for years and now that he finally decided to make himself known to her, she is dead.

“Master, it is only a myth. Even your mother wasn’t sure this method works, moreover, you don’t have the flame demon soul so it won’t work no matter what you do,” Xiaodi continued pleading but he didn’t relent his effort in saving her.

“I still have to try!” he screamed as he transformed into his ice saint appearance and his Qi turned blue, he felt as though every pint of blood in his body is drying up and being transferred to her body.

It is a myth that used to be rampant during the time the flame clan and the ice clan existed that if the soul of the flame demon and the ice saint is combined, it can be used to revive a dead person using the power of their successors but there is a repercussion- The world will change. This myth still exists but no one believes it and neither do they know what it means by the world-changing.

“In that case then I will sacrifice my life with yours,”

“You can’t interfere Xiaodi, have you forgotten that it can only be done using the power of the successor of the ice saint or the flame demon,” Feng Shui cautioned, holding her hand tight to prevent her from doing something stupid.

“But he is going to die if we don’t help him,” she protested as she struggled to free herself from his grip.

“I am sorry,” then he struck her neck to knock her out. He gently placed her body on the floor.

“I will guard outside, Master,”

The fourth prince glanced at him, he could see that his eyes is teary and he is also reluctant to let him sacrifice his life for someone who has never known of his love for her but he is letting him do as he wish out of loyalty and also because he has experienced what it means to lose a lover.

Feng Shui bowed then he left the secret chamber to ensure no one disturbs him.

{Even if it costs my life, I must save you}

“My son,” he heard a voice call, his eyes become drowsy as spiritual power from the flower seeped into his forehead. He unconsciously closed his eyes.

“My son,” he heard the voice again. The voice sounded familiar, he turned around only to find a beautiful lady standing in front of him.

“Mother,” he muttered in disbelief, is this a dream? he asked himself.

He looked around him, noticing that he is in a white space and the only ones there are himself and the woman who looks like his mother in front of him. He doesn’t remember what she looks like but the cascading ocean blue hair and eyes and shining blue gem on her forehead is enough for him to make his assumption.

“Do not doubt, it is indeed your mother,” she assured him, her sweet angelic voice reminded him of the voice that he used to hear whenever he stands outside the room his mother was isolated on her deathbed. Her soft voice used to enthral him whenever she sings lullabies knowing he is out there longing for her.

“It is really you,” he asked, staring at her with tear pooled eyes. The woman in front of him is very beautiful just like he imagined she would be, now it is no wonder to him that the emperor is still in love with her even after her death.

“Come, let me hold you,” she beckoned.

He slowly walked towards her then stopped in front of her, his towering height above her makes her more emotional at the sight of him.. She placed her hand on his cheeks and smiled broadly.