Chapter 293 Sang Yu woke up late

Ming Zhan took a deep breath, his expression hardening, his brows furrowing. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, like a lightning bolt ripping through the tranquil night sky, signaling the approaching storm.

"Wan'er's legal husband is Mr. Bo Xingzhi, even though he has passed away. Legally, he is her only husband."

Rong Zhi's gaze darkened, a cold glint appearing in his eyes, like a winter wind sweeping across a lake, freezing all ease and smiles. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his lips pressed into a tight line, revealing a wanton ruthlessness and murderous intent.

"Legal husband? Bo Xingzhi?"

Ming Zhan's words were already out, and there was no going back. He gritted his teeth, his eyes revealing determination and unyielding spirit. "Second Master, I know you have deep feelings for Wan'er. But feelings are one thing, and marriage is another. As long as you and she haven't obtained a marriage certificate, you can't be considered husband and wife. Wan'er grew up in the Ming family since she was a child. Whether in terms of feelings or in terms of law, she is the Ming family's adopted daughter. If you want to take her away, you need the Ming family's consent."

After speaking so much in one breath, Mingzhan's throat felt like it was on fire, and his face was as pale and bloodless as a whitewashed wall under the moonlight. The sweat on his forehead and the exhaustion at the corners of his mouth told the story of his physical limits.

Rong Zhi listened quietly as he finished speaking, his deep eyes filled with a chilling aura.

A few minutes later, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

"Are you done talking?"

Ming Zhan's chest heaved, his temples throbbing. "Rong Zhi, if you insist on taking Wan'er away, then kill me first."

His hoarse voice, though hoarse, contained an indomitable strength, like a stone polished by wind and sand, rough on the outside but incredibly hard on the inside.

In any case, he would not let Sang Yuwan go to the capital alone.

His worry wasn't about what Rong Zhi might do to Sang Yuwan, but rather the fear that something might happen to her, and he wouldn't be able to see her one last time.

In just a few days, he has lost several dear relatives.

The pain of being separated by death is comparable to having a sharp blade cut out the flesh from one's heart.

"Mingzhan, I can take whoever I want, and no one can stop me."

Rong Zhi's eyes revealed a sharp and resolute light, making it difficult for anyone to look directly at him. His brows were slightly furrowed, forming two sharp mountain-like lines, adding to his stern and cold appearance.

Mingzhan looked at him, his whole body tense, blood seeping from the wound on his left shoulder.

A faint scent of blood filled the air.

His eyes narrowed. "If that's the case, then go ahead and do it."

Bang bang—

As soon as Ming Zhan finished speaking, there was a loud knock on the door.

"Second Master, Second Young Master..."

A clear voice, hurried and tense, surprised and excited.

Ming Zhan's heart clenched, and he quickly walked to the door and opened the study door.

Ming Zhan's eyes lit up, his emotions running high, "Second Young Master, Madam has woken up..."

Rong Zhi's brow twitched sharply, and he immediately stood up, walking out of the study ahead of them.

Mingzhan stood still, not following. He stared wide-eyed at Minglang, "Say that again..."

His voice was hoarse and trembling violently.

Minglang shed tears, his lips twitching, "Madam is awake..."

"Really?" Ming Zhan's face still showed a hint of disbelief.

Minglang nodded. "It's true, Second Young Master. And Madam even knows me..."

Ming Zhan's lips trembled slightly, then involuntarily turned upwards, forming an undisguised radiant smile.

"It's good that you're awake...it's good that you're awake..."

A metallic sweetness rose in Ming Zhan's throat, then surged upwards.

puff--

He coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

His body suddenly fell backward.