Zhao Changhe truly felt anger in his heart. He had exhausted every method in hopes of curing her, constantly traveling from the east to the west. Wherever he went, he thought, "Would this help Wanzhuang's illness?" "Could the Rejuvenation Technique save Wanzhuang at this stage?" His mind was consumed with these thoughts, almost to the point of obsession.
Landing ashore, his first concern was for the peril Wanzhuang faced. He spurred his horse, covering thousands of miles in just a few hours from Yangzhou to the Capital.
Yet she regarded her life so negligibly. It wasn't just her own life at stake but also Zhao Changhe's heartfelt efforts, all spilled into the mud.
He didn't want to speak harshly, the toughest thing he had said was, "Spend the rest of your life with me."
To that, Tang Wanzhuang looked into his eyes and seriously responded, "Alright, if there is another half of life… Wanzhuang… is willing to be your concubine."
