Ms. Tan Is The Real Boss

Chapter 1424: The Sick King in 1423

Samiyi ran wildly toward the King’s bedroom, and no one stopped her; it was likely that the King had spoken to the guards beforehand.

When she reached the bedroom door, Samiyi suddenly slowed down, standing not far from the bedroom, refusing to move forward.

“What’s that?” Samiyi asked blankly, “Why is there so much blood?”

The nearby guards and maids did not dare to speak, and the blood-covered doctor looked at Princess Samiyi before slowly approaching her.

“Answer me, why is there so much blood?” Princess Samiyi shouted.

The doctor answered with great difficulty, “This… all this blood is His Majesty the King’s!”

“You’re talking nonsense!” Princess Samiyi refused to believe, “His Majesty the King is well, how could he bleed so much?”

The doctor explained, “This isn’t from a wound, it’s vomited.”

Samiyi’s mind buzzed again, “Is my brother injured?”

It was urgent; she forgot to call him the King and directly referred to him as her brother.

“Actually, His Majesty the King…” the doctor said with a furrowed brow, “His health has been poor for a long time!” @@novelbin@@

Princess Samiyi angrily pushed aside the blood-covered doctor, “Nonsense, get out of my way!”

The doctor stumbled to the side, and because the guard supported him, he did not crash into the wall.

Princess Samiyi ran quickly into the bedroom, her heartbeat racing and her chest aching, “No, no, my brother is so healthy, he can’t be unwell! It must be that he’s angry with me again. Really, he’s so grown up, why does he still like to joke with me?”

As she spoke, her tears fell.

The bedroom was filled with the smell of blood, a large group of doctors surrounded a feeble patient whose complexion was pale, no longer exhibiting his previous healthy appearance.

“I don’t believe it!” Princess Samiyi’s nose turned sour, and she cried. She was past the age of frequent crying, but seeing her strong brother lying in bed, she couldn’t help but burst into tears.

The semi-conscious King seemed to hear his sister’s voice, and he slowly opened his eyes, speaking weakly to his sister, “Come here, little Samiyi.”

Little Samiyi was Princess Samiyi’s nickname. Ever since she and the King had argued over Kas, the King had never again called her “little Samiyi.”

“Brother…” Samiyi collapsed near the window, her knees hit the floor, and her hands wanted to touch her brother’s face, but she dared not touch him, “Brother, what’s wrong with you?”

The King had tubes in his nose, so he spoke very slowly, “I… I’m fine…”

“You’ve vomited blood, how can you be fine?” Samiyi did not believe her brother’s feeble excuses, “Tell me, what sickness do you have? Did Monica upset you? I will confront her right now!”

“It’s not…” The King tried to touch Samiyi’s head but hesitated as he had an IV needle in his hand and could not move his arm much,” Little Samiyi, brother is leaving, and the kingdom will be left to you and Laka. You must… you must manage the kingdom well, I entrust Laka to your care…”

Samiyi was stunned, “What are you talking about?”

The King managed a smile, “You are the next Queen of the Kingdom of Amorlande!”

“I don’t want to be queen, I want you to live!” Samiyi shouted, “Come back, don’t go!”

Her voice was so loud it almost shattered the glass on the nearby window.

The King heard her shouting, and it deeply saddened him, “I’m sorry, do whatever you wish after this…”

“I don’t want to, I don’t want to!” Samiyi kept shaking her head, “Don’t leave us…”

The doctors in the bedroom also silently shed tears. They had always thought that the King and Princess were at odds, but in the face of death, the affection between the King and the Princess was deeper than anyone’s.

“Princess, you should step aside for a moment, let His Majesty the King rest a bit,” the doctor reminded.

Samiyi lowered her voice, but she did not leave, “No, I will stay by my brother’s side, no matter what you say, I will not go.”

“Stubborn girl,” the King said.

Samiyi sniffled and responded, “I am a stubborn person, and if you aren’t going to stand up and talk to me, I’ll just keep kneeling here.”