The emperor didn’t manage to calm down and fall into a deep sleep until late at night.
Even in his sleep, he vaguely heard someone calling him "Honghong".
One call after another, each one reaching his ears.
He also felt a warm, almost hot hand, firmly holding his own.
By the time the emperor finally woke, day had already broken.
The emperor was a bit bewildered, not knowing if he was dreaming or awake.
The familiar call of "Honghong" came again.
The emperor slowly opened his eyes. In his blurred vision, a figure appeared who was sitting cross-legged at the edge of the bed, holding his hand, and looking at him with the most gentle eyes.
Why did this person look so much like the royal physician’s younger brother?
Xiao Jingkong patted the back of the emperor’s hand with his little hand, and called out "Honghong~" in the same gentle tone that Zhao Xiaobao’s grandmother used to soothe her great-grandchild.
The emperor, fully alert now, jolted awake.
The emperor spent seven days resting in Bishui Alley. The stitches were removed and the wound healed well.
Master Wei’s condition was also improving. Although, due to his age, his fracture healed slower than a young person’s, the injuries on the rest of his body were mostly without major impact now.
The days living in Bishui Alley were the most relaxed the emperor had ever been in his life. Ever since he could remember, he had known that he was a prince of low birth. His mother, the peaceful Concubine Jing, treated him very well, but he could not erase the shadow of his humble origin from his heart. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
After that, he lived alone, enduring the pressure from Madame Liu and his elder prince brother, living like he was walking on thin ice.
Eventually, he finally ascended to the throne, only to be met with Dowager Empress Zhuang controlling the court.
He never let his guard down, not for a moment.
This time, however, he had enjoyed a few peaceful days by virtue of misfortune.
Nevertheless, he couldn’t spend his entire life hidden away in Bishui Alley. He was the monarch of a country after all, holding Zhan Country’s fate in his hands.
Officer He replied, "No, Renshou Palace has kept the news tightly under wraps. They only said that the Empress Dowager was perusing the memorials and dealing with state affairs, not allowing anyone to disturb her. The Empress Dowager fainted midway. If she had been inside Renshou Palace, even I wouldn’t have discovered it."
Precisely because of Renshou Palace’s original security, a group of people was changed after the Empress Dowager contracted leprosy, and now even a fly couldn’t get into it.
The emperor held a strong grudge against Empress Dowager Zhuang. His love did not extend towards her, but suspicion occupied most of his thoughts: "How can it be so coincidental? Just as I am returning today, she falls ill? Could it be a ruse to distract me?"
This... Officer He didn’t know.
The emperor sneered, "Since I’ve just returned to the palace, it’s only right for me to pay a visit to the Empress Dowager."
The emperor went to Renshou Palace.
Officer He was the emperor’s secret staff. The emperor sent him away, so people wouldn’t see them together.
As for Master Wei, he had an injury on his arm. The emperor sent him back to his room to rest, and brought only a small eunuch with him.
It was clear from this that the emperor didn’t have much concern for the Empress Dowager.
As soon as the emperor arrived at the entrance of Renshou Palace, he was intercepted by the imperial guards of Renshou Palace.
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