Favoring a Hidden Mistress? Engagement Broken-Chapter 111 - 95:

She’s about to die? Lu Ziyuan stared blankly at the girl on the chair, who had grown so thin that her plain clothes hung loose on her body, unable to believe how things had come to this point.

How could a lively, lovely young girl have reached an incurable stage due to a common cold?

What unresolved emotions, what hurting spirit... all those words meant nothing to him.

He didn’t believe it!

Just when Lu Ziyuan felt overwhelmed to the extreme, Liu Manrou entered holding her child who just turned a year old today.

Everything that happened afterward seemed like the whole world was playing a ridiculous joke on him.

Liu Manrou’s mockery, Erqing’s retaliation, and his dear Wanwan being pushed aside by the servants...

Erqing, in trying to protect her master, defied orders, causing Liu Manrou’s child to fall to the ground, then another version of himself appeared.

Everything happened too fast.

By the time this world’s self ordered Erqing to be beaten to death, Lu Ziyuan had not actually heard it; all he could see was Xie Wanqing being restrained by the servants.

"No! Release her!" he shouted in desperation, wanting to kill those who hurt her.

But it was useless. He could only watch as her mouth was covered by one of the maids, with bright red blood trickling through the aged fingers, filling him with a staggering sense of panic.

Was she coughing up blood?

Was she going to die?

Had he forced her to her death?

It was as if he were trapped in an inescapable nightmare, and the world was collapsing all around him.

He saw her finally break free from the maid’s grasp, her face covered in blood, ignoring the mess as she rushed towards Erqing’s body.

He saw her regret, her realization too late, her complete awakening.

He saw the other version of himself finally willing to turn around, finally seeing her face smeared with blood, and his expression finally changing.

"Wanwan, Wanwan!" As Xie Wanqing fell to the ground, Lu Ziyuan hurriedly rushed over, holding her in his arms, only then realizing how much weight she had lost.

This young girl, who was once full of life and softness, now so thin and light, felt utterly weightless, but when he picked her up in his arms, he almost stumbled and fell.

The Shaoguang Courtyard was in complete chaos.

Mingjian flew into action to summon the manor’s physician.

Erqing’s summoned doctor from outside the residence was dragged over by Yuanyu and Yuan Yue to check the pulse.

But everything was too late.

The elderly doctor shakily withdrew his hand and trembled as he shook his head.

Frenzied emotions had attacked the heart, the pulse had stopped, and the person was gone.

A human life is both incredibly resilient and incredibly fragile.

Who could have predicted that a girl raised in luxury, healthy and strong, would die suddenly two years after her marriage?

Lu Ziyuan seemed stupefied, holding the girl tightly in his arms, his expression blank as his fingers moved to check her pulse at her neck.

After a long time, he quickly withdrew his hand, repeatedly shaking his head, "No, no, no, this is a joke..."

Wanwan was angry and joking with him on purpose to scare him.

He already felt scared, had never been so afraid in his life, scared to death.

Lu Ziyuan felt the delicate slimness of the girl’s back in his arms, his throat choked so tightly that he couldn’t speak, "I beg you, please wake up."

But the girl’s body in his arms was slowly growing cold.

When several of the Lu Family ladies arrived, they found Lu Ziyuan covered in blood, holding Xie Wanqing tightly as if holding onto his own life, allowing no one near.

The scene was nothing short of tragic.

Even Old Madam Lu couldn’t approach him.

And as Lu Ziyuan hovered in the air, his eyes bloodshot, his senses seemed to be beginning to fracture from the pain, and he could personally feel all of the emotions of that other version of himself.

Though his soul seemed split in two, it still wasn’t enough.

He wished he could tear apart that other person below, to atone to his dear Wanwan.

Why on earth!

Why did it have to be this way!

Why force her to death!

As if he couldn’t bear such pain any longer, Lu Ziyuan collapsed on his knees, crying with a heart-wrenching sob.

The image froze here, like a mirror struck, shattering into countless shards of light, all rushing toward him.

These were the memories belonging to this world, his own memories.

His own memories!

Lu Ziyuan trembled all over and abruptly opened his eyes.

"The Princely Heir has awakened!" The medical officer responsible for observing him shouted.

The outer hall fell silent, and suddenly a large number of people rushed in.

Leading them was none other than His Majesty the Emperor, dressed in casual clothes.

He strode forward, seeing that the person was truly awake, his expression slightly relaxed, and he spoke softly, "At last, you are awake."

The Emperor personally visiting a beloved general who had fallen into a coma, with a familiar and gentle demeanor, was a privilege most could never dream of attaining.

But Lu Ziyuan merely looked at him quietly, not getting up to salute, not even verbally greeting him.

The Imperial Physician stepped forward to check his pulse, but was deflected with a raised hand.