Your Highness's Beloved Medical-skilled Princess novel Chapter 21

Yuan Qingling secretly glanced at the Retired Emperor's face and saw the cyanosis fade. His breathing had become much smoother as well. Yuan Qingling was relieved because the Retired Emperor was safe by now.

The Retired Emperor looked at Yu Wenhao and slowly struggled to sit. Upon seeing that, Yu Wenhao got up and stuffed a cushion behind his back to help him lie down.

"Wenhao, I don’t think I’ve met your wife before." The Retired Emperor sounded more vigorous than just now, but he still sounded weak compared to healthy people.

Yu Wenhao was a little disappointed because the first question his grandfather had after waking up was about this woman.

The Retired Emperor had been sick in bed for almost a year, so they hadn’t visited the imperial palace for regular greetings after they got married. The Retired Emperor thus didn’t have a chance to meet Yuan Qingling.

Yuan Qingling lowered her head, silent. She didn’t have any expression on her face.

But she felt that the Retired Emperor had fixed his critical and scrutinizing eyes on her face. It was a very aggressive look as if he was determined to see Yuan Qingling through.

The Retired Emperor had been on the throne for thirty-eight years. His stateliness was forged in an era when state power was highly centralized.

“Grandfather, she’s been feeling unwell, so I didn’t take her to do the greetings, in case you’re affected.” That was the only reason Yu Wenhao could find out.

“I was about to die. What do I care?” The Retried Emperor smiled and said in a slightly gentle tone.

Yuan Qingling slowly raised her head. But as soon as she met the Retired Emperor’s sharp eye on her, she bowed her head in fright.

“Grandfather, don’t say that. You’ll be fine.” Yu Wenhao sounded a little sad.

Emperor Mingyuan and Prince Rui were standing on the side, and they added, “Father, we believe you’re blessed.”

At this moment, an imperial servant brought up the millet congee. Eunuch Chang immediately came to serve the Retired Emperor, yet the Retired Emperor stared at him and scolded, "Can’t you leave the work to the young? Look at you, old stuff, the dark circles under your eyes scared me. I just escaped from death and I don’t want to see your face now. Just leave us. Go get some sleep. Qingling can stay here and take care of me."

Eunuch Chang had served the Retired Emperor for many years, so he knew the temper of the Retired Emperor. He could tell how much the Retired Emperor cared about him. The next second, he was in tears and choked with sobs, "I’m not tired. Please allow me to stay here to serve you, Your Majesty."

"Get off now!" The Retired Emperor got angry and began to gasp. He covered his chest. "Are you trying to kill me again?"

Seeing him lose temper, Eunuch Chang was scared and his face turned pale in an instant. He said in a hurry, “Sure, sure, I’ll leave right now. Please don’t be mad, Your Majesty. I’m terribly sorry!”

After Eunuch Chang was gone, Yuan Qingling was still on her knees, expressionless.

The Retired Emperor glared at her too. “What? Are you unwilling to serve me because I’m too old?”

Yuan Qingling hurriedly stood up and took over the bowl from the servant, then she knelt again. “No, I just feel flattered.”

“Let me do that, Grandpa!” Yu Wenhao didn’t want her to get close to the Retired Emperor, so he decided to feed his grandfather by himself.

The Retired Emperor, however, was unhappy. “What? You’re reluctant to let your wife serve your grandfather?”

“O-of course not!” Yu Wenhao muttered as he lowered his hands. He felt quite awkward. Although he knew it was the truth, he didn't want people to call Yuan Qingling his wife.

Both wife and Princess Qingling were just titles, but for him, there was a big difference.

Yuan Qingling straightened her body on her knees and fed the Retired Emperor.

The Retired Supreme swallowed and huffed. Then he raised his drooping eyes and sighed, "Well, I can’t believe I’m still able to have a taste of delicious food in this world.”

Hearing that, Emperor Mingyuan and Prince Rui felt like crying.

"Sit on the bed and serve me," the Retired Emperor said.

Yuan Qingling put on a wry smile. Her sense of pain was recovering, so she couldn’t sit.

“Thank you so much, but I think it’s better for me to be on my knees.”

“Sit!” The Retired Emperor glared at her once more.

Yuan Qingling had no choice but to stand up and sit down. She was trembling. Although the bed was padded with a soft blanket, the pressure of her own weight still give her sharp pain. She couldn’t stop quivering.

Yu Wenhao was right next to her, and he could feel she was shaking.