The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!

Chapter 1237: Chapter 1233: Let My Son, Live On

One-Line Sky Canyon.

The cold, damp night made it difficult to stay warm, and to make matters worse, a heavy rain had begun to fall.

In the valley, coughing was growing more severe. Su Miaoyan was held tightly in Xiao Yu’s arms, trembling with cold.

“Yu… brother, I’m so cold.”

Su Miaoyan’s face was deathly pale, the original lively and clear features were now immensely thin and pallid as if only bones remained.

Xiao Yu was no better off, his face just as pale, but as a man, he had more physical strength. He took off all his clothes, wrapped them around Su Miaoyan, and held her in his arms.

He realized that the little person in his arms had become much weaker.

Before childbirth, he had nourished her until she was plump and white like a snowball.

But now…

Xiao Yu’s eyes were bloodshot, full of remorse as he said, “Yan’er, just hang in there a bit longer, I will find a way to get you out.”

“Yan’er believes in Brother Yu!”

Su Miaoyan opened her eyes weakly. She wanted to reach out and touch Xiao Yu, but she found she didn’t even have the strength to lift her hand. Her body’s temperature kept dropping, so cold that she was… too weak to speak.

“Wah—Wah—Wah—”

Beside them, the baby’s cry was low and hoarse.

Xiao Yu freed one hand and also held the child in his arms.

When Su Miaoyan heard the child’s cry, she mustered all her strength to hug the child, “Ningning! Ningning, don’t cry, stop crying, dear…”

Little Ningning, feeling his parents’ care, immediately stopped crying and began making soft cooing noises in their arms.

However, his voice was also very hoarse.

Because he hadn’t had proper milk for a long time.

Trapped in the canyon for a month, they were simply unable to find food. As Su Miaoyan’s sickness worsened and her weakness increased, she had no breast milk left to feed him, and Xiao Yu could only feed him some water each day.

The child was growing very poorly, very frail, with yellow spots gradually appearing on his face.

Su Miaoyan could endure suffering herself, but seeing her sweet son unable to even cry made her very sad, “Brother Yu, we might be able to keep going, but what about Ningning? He’s still so small, so sweet…”

When Ningning was born, the Xiao family was in turmoil. Xiao Muyan took the opportunity to assassinate the couple. Xiao Yu and the Eagle Guard fought with all their might to escape with them. The situation was extremely perilous; many times, a single cry from the child could have led to their deaths.

But the child was very obedient, as if naturally understanding his parents’ hearts, never crying without need and having survived many dangers with them.

So, Xiao Yu named the child Ning.

His nickname was Ningning.

Su Miaoyan’s slender fingers gently caressed Ningning’s cheek, “Ningning, mommy has no milk, you’ve suffered so much.”

She tried to hold Ningning closer, but Xiao Yu stopped her, holding Ningning with one arm, “Don’t hold her anymore, your body hasn’t recovered from childbirth and is even worse now.”

He, Xiao Yu, the legitimate Eldest Young Master of the Xiao family, had never imagined he would end up in such a dire situation, unable to even protect his wife.

“Young master, quick, hide! The corpse gu are coming again!”

The leader of the Eagle Guard, Ying Yi, came to warn.

Xiao Yu immediately picked up Su Miaoyan and hid in a concealed spot in the canyon.

Su Miaoyan shuddered tightly in Xiao Yu’s embrace, looking at the child, tears inevitably falling from her eyes.

With tears in her eyes, she looked at Xiao Yu, “Brother Yu, will we and Ningning… be alright?”

“We will.”

Xiao Yu took a deep breath and lowered his head to kiss her forehead.

He admitted that at this moment, he was utterly useless; he could neither break through the swarm of corpse gu with Yan’er nor provide food for his child.

If they delayed any longer, either his son would starve to death first, or Su Miaoyan would die of illness in his arms.

Outside the valley, the five men of the Eagle Guard used their swords to form a formation. After another fierce battle, they once again killed all the corpse gu, but they were also completely exhausted.

Ying Yi looked at the other four brothers and ordered them to rest well. He went to Xiao Yu, using his sword as support, kneeling on one knee, “Young master, the corpse gu have been killed. Are you and the madam alright?”

“It’s nothing.” Xiao Yu could still endure the hunger, but in his arms, Ningning clearly could not. He had just fallen asleep; Xiao Yu kissed him several times, and Ningning just half-opened his eyes.

A three-month-old baby, without food, he was nearly at his limit.

Ying Yi, looking at the child in Xiao Yu’s arms, felt deeply sorry, “Young master, I will search the nearby area for food again, even if it’s rough food, we need to fill the young master’s belly.”