Chapter 1685 Stolen Happiness (9)

There has never been a moment when he hated his powerlessness more than now.

What is the point of being the emperor when he can't even keep the person he loves the most.

"Promise me... answer" Xiao Yimo continued to speak stubbornly, but before she finished speaking, she spit out a mouthful of blood again.

This mouthful of blood seemed to take away all her energy, and Xiao Yimo's eyes gradually began to fade.

The tears in Ye Haoyu's eyes could no longer hold back and hit her cheek.

Xiao Yimo wanted to reach out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes and tell him not to cry, but she no longer had the strength to raise her hand, and even couldn't make a sound.

Ye Haoyu held her hand and raised it, covering his cheek.

Ye Nianqing cried loudly.

An Ziqi looked at the three of them from the side, covering her mouth and crying.

Ye Haochen, who came up closely, turned his face and reached out to wipe the tears from his face.

He watched his fourth brother and his wife struggle all the way from the beginning, and finally lived a happy life together, but now his sister-in-law...

God is so unfair to his fourth brother.

The suppressed crying in the house made even the guards outside feel sad and want to cry.

The sound of galloping horses came from outside the small building.

Then there were footsteps going upstairs quickly. Ye Haochen took a look outside and let the people in directly.

The man walked to the door and knelt down, "Reporting to the emperor, we have found the cave, just west of Shu."

Ye Haoyu heard this and immediately turned his head to look at Xiao Yimo.

He shouted loudly, "Haochen, go downstairs to get the ginseng slices, Qing'er, get the silver needles."

Although Ye Haochen didn't know what the so-called cave was, he went downstairs immediately to find something.

Ye Nianqing also ran to the table to get the silver needles.

All the supplements in the palace had been brought here by Ye Haoyu a long time ago. In just a dozen seconds, Ye Haochen had already brought the things up.

Ye Haoyu took it and put the ginseng slices in Xiao Yimo's mouth, then sealed several acupuncture points on her body with silver needles.

Then he turned his head and said to Ye Haochen, "Go and prepare the carriage quickly. I want the best thousand-mile horse. I want to reach Shu within two days."

This method can only keep Momo alive for the last breath, and two days is the limit.

If they don't arrive, it will be too late to save her.

He didn't use it before, just because he didn't want Momo to suffer more pain.

Ye Haochen knew that it must be related to Xiao Yimo's safety, so he turned around and went out.

But after just a quarter of an hour, Ye Haochen had prepared everything.

Ye Haoyu quickly carried Xiao Yimo on the carriage. An Ziqi looked at Ye Nianqing crying sadly. Ye Haoyu was in no mood to care about him now, but she couldn't bear it, so she took Ye Nianqing directly to another carriage.

The carriage traveled day and night, and Ye Haochen had already arranged everything. He changed the best horse at the post station along the way.

But in the carriage, Ye Haoyu held Xiao Yimo's increasingly cold body, and his heart was getting heavier.

He kept rubbing her hands, but it was useless.

No matter what he did, even if he put her hands on his chest, her hands were still getting colder.

Ye Haoyu held her tightly in his arms to prevent the bumps of the carriage from hitting her.

He buried his head in her neck, choked and suppressed his cry, "Momo."

These two simple words contained too much sadness, pain and helplessness.