Chapter 1571: Chapter 1568: Brewing dicine
“And request the Emperor to bring his own sister, now Empress Lin, into the palace.”
“At that ti, Empress Lin willingly entered the Imperial Harem to take care of her nephew, Zhongjin. To this end, she drank the sterilization dicine on the spot, which is why the Emperor kept the Lin family.”
Ye Muyu felt sowhat conflicted: “If… if Pri Minister Lin could understand a subject’s duty, Empress Lin and the Late Empress wouldn’t have suffered so many tragedies.”
“Zhongjin wouldn’t be without a mother at such a young age and live so far away from the capital, never experiencing the love of his parents.”
Chu Heng tapped his fingers on the table: “Power is blinding.”
As he spoke, he reached out and pinched Ye Muyu’s ear. The two of them exchanged a glance, reading each other’s thoughts.
“Ah Heng, what about you?” Ye Muyu rested her chin on her hand, looking at him.
Chu Heng gently shook his head: “My intention is only to protect you. Matters in the official circle always boil down to balance. I will try not to be so busy and spend more ti with you.”
“Alright.” Ye Muyu’s eyes curved into a smile, not doubting him. One can see a person’s nature through so small details.
Having been with Chu Heng for so many years, though he is wise, he is not power-hungry.
If he were power-hungry, as soone closest to him, Ye Muyu would discover it sooner or later. Moreover, he has had many opportunities but has never taken advantage of them.
What Chu Heng wants more is sufficient freedom.
This kind of freedom, in this dynasty, requires standing tall. To stand tall, he needs to sacrifice a lot of ti for handling affairs.
Ye Muyu tenderly rubbed his forehead.
Her technique was skilled. With light pressure, Chu Heng’s expression relaxed. He had gone several days without rest; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been severely injured while dealing with opponents due to not resting well.
Seeing his complexion improve, Ye Muyu knew it was effective.
After so rubbing, Chu Heng reached out to stop her, pulling her hand down into his palm and rubbed it, smiling, “I’m alright now; you take a good rest.”
“Your wounds…” Ye Muyu hesitated, her gaze falling on his waist.
The indoor dragon was burning; Chu Heng wore only a thin inner garnt on his upper body. Seeing the blood oozing through the fabric made her uneasy.
Chu Heng’s thin lips curved slightly, with one big hand clasping hers, “Isn’t it just the New Year? I can recover peacefully at the residence. Don’t let word of my injuries get out.”
“Alright, then rest well according to Lu Sangqi’s instructions, and don’t stand up without his permission.” Ye Muyu furrowed her brow and decisively made him agree to the conditions.
Chu Heng smiled helplessly, seeing Ye Muyu had already begun instructing the people at the residence without asking for his opinion.
He knew there was no negotiating this matter and simply stopped refusing.
In the small kitchen, Chun Xing was specially brewing dicine, which was brought forth after a while.
Ye Muyu took the dicine bowl at the door, walked closer to Chu Heng, sat by the bed, blew on the dicine, and when it was cool enough not to burn the mouth, fed him personally.
Chu Heng wanted to take it himself.
Ye Muyu glared at him: “You’re so severely injured now, why pretend? Just drink the dicine obediently. Or do you not want to feed you?”
Chu Heng moved closer to her lips in a flattering manner, kissed them lightly, and said in a gentle, doting voice: “How could I? I’m worried you’re too tired, so I thought of doing it myself. Honestly, I’m fine; it’s just a bit of blood loss, so I seem weak, but the injury isn’t serious.”
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