However, before departing he did not forget to offer a final admonition: "Qing’er, focus on recovering properly. Do not trouble yourself with anything else."
Once the Emperor left, Imperial Consort Zhou also lost any desire to linger in Chengqian Palace.
She turned around and led a group of palace servants away in quick strides, leaving behind a cluster of maids and attendants staring at one another, uncertain of what to do next.
Seeing that the Emperor had gone, Rong Qinglei imdiately waved a hand at them.
"You may all withdraw."
The attendants and maids, hearing this, felt as though they had been granted a reprieve.
They hastily bowed and withdrew, thoughtfully closing the doors behind them as they left.
When the Emperor departed, Yue Mingxuan did not wait for Rong Qinglei to speak before getting up on his own.
Today’s Emperor really seed to be acting on a whim, punishing people one mont and sparing them the next.
It was enough to scare a normal person into a heart condition of their own.
Rong Qinglei looked at Yue Mingxuan who had stood up on his own, his eyes filled with concern. "Mingxuan, how are you? You must have been frightened just now, right?"
Yue Mingxuan brushed the dust from his knees and said, "It’s nothing. Just scared enough to feel shaken."
Rong Qinglei shot him a mildly reproachful look.
He had clearly been frightened half to death, yet he still stubbornly refused to copy books and for so reason, Father Emperor had indulged him as well.
All he could say was that Yue Mingxuan’s luck truly was extraordinary.
It was only then that Yue Mingxuan suddenly rembered sothing. "Where’s Gongsun Xing? Right, Rong Qinglei, did you see Gongsun Xing?"
Rong Qinglei deliberately put on an injured, aggrieved expression. "Mingxuan, I’ve just barely escaped death and only just recovered from a serious illness. Shouldn’t you be asking after first?"
"I can hear how strong your voice is you don’t sound like soone who’s just recovered at all," Yue Mingxuan replied.
Seeing that Rong Qinglei still had the energy to act coquettish, his heart finally eased a little.
Hearing this, Rong Qinglei deliberately stood up and made a show of clutching his chest. "Oh dear, oh dear, I can’t go on. Miracle Doctor Yue, please hurry up and treat ."
Although Yue Mingxuan knew Rong Qinglei was putting on an act, he still walked over and checked his pulse properly.
After a mont, he said, "From what I can see, you’re perfectly healthy now. Everything looks good. Once the incision at your chest heals, I guarantee you’ll be able to move about just like a normal person."
Yue Mingxuan’s words made Rong Qinglei’s eyes light up.
This heart condition that had accompanied him for so many years had finally left him.
And with that gone, he could pursue Yue Mingxuan even more openly and without reservation. "Mingxuan, is that really true?"
Although he had done a great deal of ntal preparation beforehand, when it ca to this mont, his voice still trembled with excitent. "Am I really better now?"
Seeing the usually clever and sharp minded Rong Qinglei wearing such a blank, stunned expression, Yue Mingxuan could not help but let out a soft laugh. "It’s really much better. I’ll stake my character on it."
Hearing Yue Mingxuan say this, the tension that had been wound tight in Rong Qinglei’s heart finally eased. Wave after wave of drowsiness rose up, overwhelming him. "I’ll sleep for a bit..." His words had barely fallen when he leaned back against the couch and drifted off to sleep.
Seeing how soundly Rong Qinglei slept, Yue Mingxuan knew this was simply the lingering effect of the mafeisan taking hold, so he was not worried.
He quietly stepped outside and gently closed the door behind him.
After leaving Chengqian Palace, Yue Mingxuan suddenly had no idea where he should go.
He wandered aimlessly and without realizing it, found himself outside the Cold Palace.
From within ca Xie Lianhua’s piercing screams.
He knew this well, an unwritten rule of the Cold Palace: no matter who entered, they would first have to endure one hundred strokes of the "warning rod."
Leaning against the wall outside the Cold Palace, Yue Mingxuan listened as Xie Lianhua’s screams grew louder and more desperate.
A bone deep chill seeped into his heart, mixed with a faint sense of grim satisfaction.
If she had not sched against the original owner of this body, he would not have transmigrated here at all.
Although he had now managed to gain a foothold in the Beirong imperial city through his dical skills, everything he possessed was still built upon the Emperor’s favor.
Thinking of this, he could not help but sigh.
He had always wanted to escape before, but one thing after another had prevented him from doing so.
Now, perhaps it was finally ti to put those plans back on the agenda. Or maybe he could have Gongsun Xing speak to the Emperor on his behalf would the Emperor really let him go so readily?
Even he found the thought laughable.
He had been sent to Beirong as a hostage.
If he could simply be released like that, Beirong would beco the laughingstock of all four nations.
Yue Mingxuan rubbed his aching temples, feeling that the road ahead was shrouded in uncertainty.
At this mont, he truly did not know which direction he ought to take.
Gradually, Xie Lianhua’s screams weakened and faded.
Yue Mingxuan brushed the dust from his clothes and slowly stood up.
This imperial palace was the most brutally realistic place of all, when you held power, you don’t have to fear anything, but once you lost favor, even a princess amounted to nothing.
A place like this was best escaped as early as possible.
But to escape, what he needed most was money.
Yue Mingxuan probed the hidden jade bracelet with his consciousness.
Although his harvest in Piaoxiang Courtyard last ti had been quite substantial, none of those things were real gold or silver.
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