General's Mansion.

Lu Ziyan, who was rescued by his subordinates after falling into the water, had hot cheeks and layers of cold sweat on his forehead. He was lying on the couch with his eyes closed, drowsy.

Ming Feng, Ming Jian and several deputy generals paced back and forth, so anxious that the soles of their feet were about to smoke.

Seeing the doctor stand up, everyone came forward and asked, "How is it?"

These are all generals in the army who have countless lives on their hands. At this moment they are extremely anxious and appear to be terrifying.

The old doctor had never seen such a scene before. He took two steps back hastily, carrying his medicine box on his back, and then said in a trembling voice, "The general suffers from a heart disease. This time, he was overly sad and his old disease recurred due to the shock and pain."

"Heart disease!" Everyone was incredulous. "Our prince is strong and healthy, how could he have a heart disease?"

Ming Feng and Ming Jian, as attendants, were closer to their prince than the others. When they thought of the times when their prince vomited blood, their faces looked a little ugly.

The master who is as invincible as a god actually suffers from heart disease.

Isn't this disease only suffered by the sickly guy in the Duke of Pei's mansion?

Ming Jian took a step forward and asked, "Can this heart disease be cured? Is our general seriously ill? When will he wake up?"

"There is no cure for heart disease. You need to take good care of yourself and not be too happy, angry, sad or happy. As for when he will wake up," the old doctor paused and said, "Logically, he should have woken up a long time ago."

The implication is that the reason Lu Ziyan hasn't woken up yet is because he doesn't want to wake up.

Maybe he was tired, or maybe he was scared.

The reality was too cruel. He was afraid to wake up and face it, and wanted to escape.

Ming Jian's throat choked, and he almost burst into tears when he thought about how difficult it had been for his master over the past two years.

The invincible god of war, who could easily take over the world, was repeatedly frustrated in relationships. He finally saw a glimmer of hope, his lover agreed to marry him, and the wedding was being prepared. When his life was supposed to be perfect, the other party ran away.

He could have run away, but he happened to meet someone so blind that he forced him to death.

Now, Miss Xie has died and put an end to everything, leaving their master with a broken heart, what is he going to do with himself?

Ming Jian was both hateful and angry, but he didn't know who to hate or who to be angry with.

As Lu Ziyan fell into a coma, the sky above the general's mansion became darker day by day.

Everyone in the mansion, from the deputy generals who held military power to the servants who cleaned the house, had a grim look on their faces.

The original plan to return to Beijing after the New Year had to be put on hold for the time being.

After three consecutive days, Lu Ziyan still didn't wake up, as if... he had made up his mind to die and would never wake up again.

Mingfeng entered carrying the medicine bowl and was about to feed his master as usual, but his hand holding the spoon suddenly trembled, and his pupils, which had remained calm in life-and-death crises, dilated unconsciously.

Ming Jian, who was standing by, saw this and followed his gaze, his expression changed drastically.

…Even though the man on the couch was unconscious, his face was still stern, and his jawline revealed an inhuman firmness, but his temples, which were originally as black as ink, had turned gray at some point.

His master is only twenty years old this year!

Ming Feng breathed heavily, as if he could no longer bear it. He threw the medicine bowl to the ground and shouted to the unconscious man on the couch, "Wake up!"

He shouted, "Aren't you going to conquer the world and ascend the throne? If the Jin Kingdom learns that you are unconscious, they will definitely make a comeback. The southern barbarians are not peaceful either. The governors of various places are ready to make a move and may rebel at any time. Now you lie here, and you don't want your ambitions or the throne? Are you willing to give up all the hard work you have put in after so many years?" (End of this chapter)