I, the Vegetative-State Princess, Got Married? I'm Panicking

"Don't worry. I'm quite skilled at taking care of people, so go without concern."

With that, Mu Zibai revealed the smile of a righteous gentleman.

"Then thank you, son-in-law."

After saying that, Xiao E left, hurrying to inform Wenren Lingmeng's father, Wenren Lanzhang.

Mu Zibai looked at the beauty lying on the bed and sat on its edge. The moment Xiao E left, he relaxed considerably. Letting out a breath, he said, "That maidservant has finally left. Now there's no one watching from the side. My wife, it's just the two of us now."

Within the pitch-black prison of her consciousness, Wenren Lingmeng was utterly despairing. She had no idea what exactly had happened. She only knew that on that day, while admiring the moon, she seemed to have seen someone upon it.

She had thought she must have been mistaken.

Who would have thought that after that single glance, she would fall into this state—unable to move, unable to care for herself, able only to rely on others for help.

It would have been better if she had no consciousness. But why did she have to remain conscious? Her body's sensations were also utterly real, yet she simply could not control it. This filled her with boundless despair. Always cheerful at heart, her self-respect was constantly crumbling.

She needed others to take care of everything. Thinking of how she had lived these past days, she might as well have died. Unfortunately, Wenren Lingmeng did not even have the ability to take her own life. She could only let her dignity drain away bit by bit.

During this time, there had been only the word despair. Everyone treated her as a patient with Soul Loss Syndrome. In the past, so many people had surrounded her; now, apart from her parents and her maidservant, there was no one else by her side.

Not long ago, she had overheard the maidservants chatting nearby, saying that she was going to be married. Only then did Wenren Lingmeng remember that she still had a marriage contract. But in her current state, how was she supposed to complete the wedding?

She had met her fiancé a few times and had thought quite well of him. Yet she had not heard that he had come to see her during this period. She had even heard that the Mu family wanted to break off the engagement and replace her with someone else.

Though Wenren Lingmeng had initially been angry, she came to terms with it. Yes, she was a vegetative patient. If not for her status as imperial kin, she would have long since been tossed onto the streets and left uncared for.

The only thing that comforted Wenren Lingmeng was that Xiao E told her everything that happened in Wenren Manor every day. It was as though Xiao E had never regarded her as a Soul Loss Syndrome patient, nor had she ever complained about caring for her.

From Xiao E, she learned that her parents toiled day and night over her condition, while her brother and sisters sought physicians everywhere.

Hearing this, Wenren Lingmeng finally found hope to keep living.

Today, Xiao E had told her that it was her wedding day, as well as her eighteenth birthday, and had changed her into a beautiful set of clothes.

Xiao E had also told her about Mu Zibai. Knowing that he had suffered greatly, she sympathized with him. Mu Zibai must resent her deeply, she thought. He had married into Wenren Manor, and his wife was even a Soul Loss Syndrome patient like her. Mu Zibai was probably just as despairing.

She did not know what kind of person Mu Zibai was, but Xiao E had said she would keep an eye on him and would never allow him to do anything improper. That made Wenren Lingmeng panic. Could Mu Zibai be some lecherous rogue?

To Wenren Lingmeng, this day passed with excruciating slowness. When she finally heard people outside shouting for the newlyweds to enter the bridal chamber, her heart leaped into her throat.

Feeling someone touch her, Wenren Lingmeng panicked. From the sounds outside, she knew it was Mu Zibai. Not knowing what was happening, she was startled, and for some reason, her heartbeat quickened. Was it instinct?

But at last, she had gained a faint sensation of her body.

She knew Mu Zibai was taking her pulse, but who took a pulse like this? How long had it been? Was this how anyone took a pulse? Wenren Lingmeng grew even more nervous.

Time passed slowly. She did not know how long had gone by; in Wenren Lingmeng's heart, every day felt like a year.

Then she heard Mu Zibai's final words. Just the two of them? What was Mu Zibai planning to do? Could he truly be a lecherous rogue? Wenren Lingmeng panicked, but she could not move.

Xiao E, come back quickly!

Yet imagination differed from reality. She felt warmth spread through her hand. Was Mu Zibai holding her hand?

That must have been it. Wenren Lingmeng let out a sigh of relief. She had overthought things.

At that moment, she heard Mu Zibai speak by her ear, sounding somewhat puzzled.

"Strange. Why is this pulse so absurdly abnormal?"

Just a moment ago, it had suddenly begun beating faster, reaching an outrageous rate. Now it had eased somewhat, but it was still faster than an ordinary person's.

He could not help but wonder what exactly was wrong with Wenren Lingmeng. Suddenly, he asked curiously, "Can you hear me talking?"

It was possible. This was a world of cultivation, where all manner of strange things existed. Wenren Lingmeng might very well be able to hear everything happening outside, her consciousness awake, much like being pinned down by a ghost.

But Mu Zibai quickly rejected that thought. Wenren Lingmeng had been unconscious for over half a year. If she could truly hear, that meant her symptoms were not too severe. With the Imperial Physicians' methods, she should have awakened long ago.

"Whether you can hear me or not, you must actually be very dissatisfied with this marriage, right? I'm helpless too, but there's nothing to be done.

"I guess you're very dissatisfied with me. Naturally—with my status, I'm certainly not worthy of you."

Mu Zibai held Wenren Lingmeng's hand and looked at the points credited to his account, his heart brimming with joy. At the same time, he sighed. Defying fate and changing his destiny was just around the corner.

He truly had to thank Wenren Lingmeng. Without her, who knew how difficult it would have been to accumulate points? Perhaps when he died in this life, he might not even have a coffin.

Without a doubt, Wenren Lingmeng was his lucky star.

Mu Zibai's tone was gentle as he continued, "Ling Meng, I'm your husband now. Of course I hope you can get better soon. Perhaps everything around you is darkness now, lonely and desolate, but you must hold on. I'll always be with you."

For a vegetative patient, the most important thing in recovery was for the patient herself to maintain a good state of mind. A good mindset was vital. If the patient's mentality was unhealthy and despondent, then even with external aid, it would be difficult to wake up.

At first, Mu Zibai might have only wanted to farm some points from Wenren Lingmeng, motivated more by self-interest. But after truly seeing her, he could not bear for her to lie in bed forever at such an age—though Mu Zibai very much wanted that, since she was a tool for farming points.

He did not know whether Wenren Lingmeng could hear him. But if she could, standing guard was boring anyway.

"You must be very curious about me, right?"

"As for me, there's nothing special. I'm just an ordinary concubine-born son."