All Chapters of The Crown Prince's Lost Beloved: Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

Arissa took out silver needles and administered another needle treatment to detoxify Lucian. She had developed this method by combining the medical skills of Southbern with the witchcraft of Northania. It was risky, yet it was the only hope.As the silver needle pierced the point, Lucian's body trembled violently and his veins bulged. Arissa clenched her lower lip and continued the treatment until he gradually calmed down.The witch doctor sighed. "The poison is too deep inside His Majesty's body. Even if he wakes up, I fear..."Arissa shouted, "Silence. He will get better."During the quiet night, Arissa napped wearily against the edge of the bed. Suddenly, she felt her fingers being gently hooked."Lucian?" She looked up and met a pair of familiar amber eyes.Lucian smiled weakly. "Why are you crying... I'm not dead yet..."Arissa realized she was crying heavily. She leaned into his arms, yet she avoided pressing on his wound and held him carefully. "You idiot. Why did you kee

"Then let someone else take the throne." His voice was soft, yet every word struck like an icicle.Memories flooded into his mind.During his exile, Arissa carried him across the frozen river. The rough sole of her shoes scraped against the ice and made a creaking sound. Her thin back bent into an arch, yet he still heard her laughter‑filled breathing. "All that matters is that Your Highness is alright."The king staggered and grasped the armrest of the throne. His throat churned with bile before he spat a mouthful of blood onto the emerald floor tiles. "Rebel... You rebellious son..."Before he finished speaking, the king collapsed onto the throne.The attendants rushed in from outside. Louis watched as the imperial physicians lifted the royal sedan chair in panic. He stood slowly, his black pant legs brushing over the scattered mess.In the Northanian royal court a thousand miles away, gilded curtains fluttered gently in the morning breeze.Arissa reclined on a bearskin cushio

When the tenth spring snow fell upon the Northanian prairie, Arissa gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, in the gilded royal tent.Lucian held her sweaty hand as he listened to the newborns’ cries. His eyes turned even redder than when he was wounded on the battlefield. He cut the umbilical cord and carried a baby wrapped in mink fur to her. "Look at our daughter. She looked so much like you."Arissa’s eyes were gentle. "Look at you. Anyone could tell you favored our daughter.""Because our daughter looked just like you."Arissa laughed and winced softly when her movement tugged at her wound.Lucian bent over anxiously. "Were you hurt? Summon the imperial physician.""Lucian, I am fine." She held his hand, her fingertips brushing the calluses on his palm. "What about Southbern? Were there any news recently?"Lucian’s face darkened.The scout reported the day before that the new king of Southbern ignored state affairs, provincial lords wielded their own armies, refugees roamed