CHAPTER 227: CHAPTER 227: RIVAL IN LOVE ATTACKS, MO YINHE: I SLASH! 1

The doctor hesitated, his gaze landing on the shining Coral Horns on Si Mingjing’s forehead. Are these Dragon Horns? He had only seen them in movies and animations.

Mo Yinhe, annoyed by his dithering, snapped, "Speak!"

"Miss Si’s physical condition seems quite special. Anyone else, after three hours in a cold storage unit at minus thirty degrees Celsius, would have suffered frostbite so severe as to require amputations. However, despite several frostbite injuries, Miss Si didn’t suffer any critical harm. This is her good fortune. Yet, it’s precisely because of this unique resilience that we doctors know very little about her specific physiology. Therefore, we are currently uncertain about other precautions that may be necessary. May I ask... what is Miss Si’s classification?"

A cold light flashed as Mo Yinhe’s indifferent gaze swept over him.

The doctor immediately fell silent.

Just then, Fengjue knocked on the door and entered.

"Your Excellency," Fengjue made his way to Mo Yinhe’s side, seemingly with a situation to report.

Mo Yinhe withdrew his gaze and said to the doctor, "I understand. You may leave now. Remember what should be said and what shouldn’t. In my presence, I never give second chances to those who make mistakes. Talk recklessly, and you will bear the consequences."

The doctor felt like a cicada in winter, silent and still.

Upon leaving, he immediately relayed the warning to all doctors and nurses involved in the treatment, instructing them to keep their mouths tightly sealed.

After the doctor had left, Fengjue reported, "Your Excellency, we’ve found the drivers of both the refrigerated truck and the taxi. They are both hardened criminals, released from prison after serving labor sentences less than three months ago. They were desperately in need of money. Apparently, a friend introduced them to the job: someone paid 300,000 for them to take Miss Si’s life."

"My Mingjing... worth only 300,000?" His Mingjing was priceless!And yet, such a calamity had befallen her for a mere 300,000!

Mo Yinhe’s expression turned utterly grim, like the terrifying calm before an avalanche!

Fengjue, of course, dared not respond to that remark.

He continued his report, "Following the leads, we investigated Qu Liushang’s secretary, but..."

"But Qu Liushang was framed, and the real mastermind is Qu Gaoyang?" Mo Yinhe’s icy voice anticipated Fengjue’s words. Though phrased as a question, it held the certainty of a statement.

Fengjue nodded. "That seems to be the case. Qu Liushang has no motive to harm the Crown Princess Consort. However, the Crown Princess Consort did cause Prince Gaoyang significant losses at the Four-Nation Summit. It’s said that after Prince Gaoyang returned to Gendaya Country, his situation became quite difficult. Furthermore, the King of Gendaya is considering recalling Qu Liushang."

Qu Gaoyang intended to kill two birds with one stone. He aimed to crush Si Mingjing, who had thwarted his plans, and simultaneously cause a fatal rift between Mo Yinhe and Qu Liushang—those ’brothers of convenience’—over Si Mingjing’s death!

Lately, Mo Yinhe had been flaunting his affection everywhere, wanting the entire world—both land and sea realms included—to know he had found a new love. If Si Mingjing died now, how could he possibly let her murderer go unpunished?

Qu Gaoyang, what a schemer!

Half of Mo Yinhe’s face was shrouded in shadows, beyond the light’s reach. His dark eyes remained fixed on Si Mingjing, who lay in his arms, burning with an unyielding high fever.

After a moment, he gently touched Si Mingjing’s head. "It seems he’s grown tired of his position as Crown Prince!"

It wasn’t just that he was tired of his position. He dared to provoke His Excellency, knowing full well that His Excellency held incriminating information that could destabilize him. By targeting the Crown Princess Consort, he was truly courting death! Given His Excellency’s temperament, he would undoubtedly not let the arrogant Prince Gaoyang go unpunished!

Just then, another guard knocked on the door and entered to report, "Your Excellency, Qu Liushang wishes to visit Miss Si."

"Tell him to get lost!"

Fengjue’s gaze fell on the fiery red Coral Horns on Si Mingjing’s forehead. Realizing this was not the time to let Qu Liushang in, he immediately bowed and said, "Your Excellency, I will hold him off outside."

Qu Liushang had grown familiar with Mo Yinhe over the years, and his usual way was to do as he pleased. If His Excellency refused him entry, he might just force his way in. Fengjue feared the guards outside wouldn’t be able to stop Qu Liushang.

After receiving a nod from Mo Yinhe, Fengjue hurried out, closing the ward door behind him, and went to intercept Qu Liushang.

Qu Liushang was intercepted at the elevator entrance.

The entire corridor was lined with Mo Yinhe’s guards, stationed every few steps, forming an impregnable human wall. Yet Qu Liushang seemed oblivious.

Born the esteemed Crown Prince of Gendaya Country, Qu Liushang had been groomed as the heir from a young age. He had developed the temperament of one who stands below only one and above all others. In terms of bearing, Qu Gaoyang paled in comparison. The cold, solemn expressions of Mo Yinhe’s guards did not faze Qu Liushang in the slightest. He, much like Mo Yinhe, was a proud scion of the heavens.

Fengjue strode over, his tall and imposing figure blocking Qu Liushang’s hurried advance. "Mr. Qu," he said, "His Excellency is extremely upset right now. It would be best if you didn’t go in and provoke him further. Otherwise, I cannot guarantee that His Excellency won’t sever ties with you completely. Your secretary hired an assassin and nearly killed Miss Si."

"I have come specifically to offer my sincerest apologies."

Though Qu Liushang claimed he came to apologize, he was dressed opulently. His hair was meticulously styled, and his brocade robes were richly layered, making him look more as if he were on his way to a clandestine rendezvous with a lover.

Qu Liushang said, "I need to explain this matter to Mo Yinhe personally, face-to-face! My secretary hired an assassin, putting Miss Si’s life in dire jeopardy. This was not my doing; that secretary was a mole Qu Gaoyang planted by my side. I was aware of this but failed to eliminate him, and now Miss Si has been harmed as a result. I am deeply sorry. Fengjue, let me go in and explain everything to Miss Si in person."

How could Fengjue possibly let Qu Liushang in? He stood his ground, barring the way. "Miss Si is in a deep coma and has not yet awakened," Fengjue stated. "Mr. Qu, if you are truly sincere, then bring the culprit you mentioned here, so Miss Si can vent her anger on them. Otherwise..."

Fengjue let out a cold laugh. Having followed Mo Yinhe for many years, his mannerisms at times inadvertently echoed his master’s style. He paused, then added, "What is the point of a mere verbal apology?"

Bring Qu Gaoyang here for Si Mingjing to vent her anger on? As a deposed Crown Prince, Qu Liushang was currently incapable of such a feat.

Fengjue continued, a cold smile playing on his lips, "Mr. Qu, please return. Once you bring the true culprit here, I believe Miss Si will agree to see you. Otherwise, if you take one more step, don’t blame me for being discourteous."

Si Mingjing burned with fever all night, her head remaining groggy. When she finally awoke, it was already eleven o’clock the next morning, yet her fever had not subsided.

Warm winter sunlight spilled into the room, brightening the entire hospital ward.

She tried to get up to go to the bathroom, but her arm was being held.

She turned slightly and saw Mo Yinhe’s broad, handsome back. He was slumped over the edge of her bed, his usually impeccably groomed hair now somewhat disheveled.

Mo Yinhe had watched over her all night long.

In the middle of the night, when she was half-delirious with fever and wanted water, Mo Yinhe had personally attended to her, helping her drink several times. When the fever-reducing injection failed to lower her high temperature, he had tried various physical methods to cool her down. Only half an hour ago had he finally succumbed to exhaustion, slumping over the bedside to rest.

The slightest movement from Si Mingjing instantly woke Mo Yinhe.

His eyes snapped open. Seeing her awake, he instinctively reached for the glass on the bedside table. "Do you want some water?" he asked.

Then, he picked up the electronic thermometer and checked her forehead: 38.5 degrees Celsius. Still no improvement. Instantly, his expression darkened further.