Lu Yuan saw through her dilemma and said, extremely coldly, "No need to hurry, I don’t really want to know." The carriage was silent, leaving only the sound of the wheels turning in their ears.
Whether it was his words or his silent panionship and acceptance, her thoughts gradually calmed down.
She said, "I’m not quite sure, I need to go back and ask Chen Long, then I’ll tell you."
"To the Crown Prince Mansion."
Lu Yuan ordered.
Cui Hu was taken aback: "Not going back to the palace? Princess Consort Chen is still waiting!"
Lu Yuan said coldly, "I told you to go to the Crown Prince Mansion, so hurry up. Why so much talk, don’t want to work anymore? Next time, I’ll replace you with Ji Feng!"
"Ji Feng hasn’t e out of the underground palace yet."
Cui Hu secretly felt smug for a moment, making a face in secret.
Ah, speaking of which, Your Majesty, the Miao King, the Imperial Grandson, Miss Zhaozhao, and the mandery Prince all came out, but Ji Feng and Yu Zichuan, are they alright?
Won’t die in the underground palace, will they?
Does that mean I’ll bee the first Imperial Guard around the Crown Prince?
Cui Hu touched his chin.
Why does the thought feel so delightful?
Achoo!
He sneezed heavily.
The carriage arrived at the Crown Prince Mansion, and Lu Yuan and Meng Qianqian immediately went to Chen Long’s healing courtyard.
Chen Long had almost endured all of Gongsun Yanming’s deadly moves, suffering damage to his internal organs and a majority of his meridians ruptured. Lady Yan treated him all night, emptying Lan Yeyue’s elixir, barely saving his life.
When she saw the two of them ing, Lan Yeyue’s face turned green!
Meng Qianqian ignored her and went directly to Chen Long’s room.
Lady Yan had just finished administering acupuncture to Chen Long.
"You..."
Lady Yan opened her mouth.
Meng Qianqian said, "Master."
Lady Yan turned her face away, put away the silver needle, and left the room.
Lu Yuan stood under the corridor.
Lady Yan asked, "Aren’t you going in?"
"Mm."
Lu Yuan responded.
Lady Yan: "Never mind, your affairs, I can’t interfere, but there’s one thing—"
She took a deep breath and yelled, "Can you stop causing trouble for me in the future? I barely saved someone from the gates of hell, and you run off in the middle of the night to provoke him! Do you want to exhaust me to death?!!!"
Lu Yuan, frozen, "... ..."
Inside the room, the oil lamp was dim.
Meng Qianqian struggled to control her emotions.
She knew Chen Long was severely injured and needed rest.
Therefore, she didn’t want to disturb him, wanting to quietly wait for him to wake up.
But never had there been a moment that made her so anxious as this.
"You’re here."
From the bedside came Chen Long’s hoarse voice.
Meng Qianqian’s eyes lit up: "You’re awake? How do you feel?"
Chen Long said weakly, "I’m fine. That guy didn’t take care of you properly, letting you run back to the Crown Prince Mansion?"
Meng Qianqian replied, "It’s not his fault. I wanted to e to see my brother."
Chen Long looked into her shimmering eyes: "You have something on your mind?"
Chen Long had never been sensitive to other people’s emotions, except for his sister.
Her every movement, he sensed intuitively, as if without much thought.
This was a bond beyond blood.
It was a protection unique to him.
Meng Qianqian asked somewhat nervously: "Brother, do you remember father’s handwriting?"
Chen Long had never been sensitive to other people’s emotions, except for his sister.
Her every movement, he sensed intuitively, as if without much thought.
This was a bond beyond blood.
It was a protection unique to him.
Meng Qianqian asked somewhat nervously: "Brother, do you remember father’s handwriting?"
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