Chapter 77

This physician is none other than the same Dr. Wang who treated Zisang last year for motion sickness.

The information presented by the secret service only noted in red ink that this Imperial Physician Wang was a henpecked husband, but his medical skills were by no means careless.

He then offered her a position, promising to promote her to head of the Imperial Medical Academy once she had gained more experience. As a result, she proved to be very capable and secured the position of head of the academy in less than six months.

There was another reason for her promotion: although she was timid and afraid of death, she was exceptionally loyal to the emperor.

He was loyal to only her. Even when Sang Yu once playfully held a dagger to her neck, she only shook her leg and then shouted, "Husband, I will marry you in my next life!"

Then she swallowed hard and resolutely tried to run into the dagger, but Sangyu avoided her after that.

Therefore, she would never inform on her. So how did Xi Ruoyu realize that her lifespan was coming to an end?

In front of Xi Ruoyu, the head of the academy respectfully repeated what Ling Wu had told her: "His Majesty's good health is an omen of a long life."

“A sign of longevity…” Xi Ruoyu murmured, then revealed a very faint smile.

"That's good, that's good..."

With daily care, Xi Ruoyu's health has improved even more than before she gave birth to the Crown Princess.

After the abbot left, Ling Wu turned her head and looked at Xi Ruoyu, "Can you rest assured now?"

"Hmm!" Xi Ruoyu responded, concealing the confusion in her eyes, and then gently shook her head.

It was just a dream.

Moreover, everything in the dream is completely different from the present.

Prince Jin worshipped His Majesty endlessly; there was no flooding in June; the matter of the Quanrong was resolved through a marriage alliance; and General Qian did not suddenly die...

But that Lu Chengfeng...

It seemed like he hadn't seen him in a long time.

——

Qianqing took out the jar of pear blossom wine, poured herself a cup and swallowed it, before letting out a sigh of relief and pouring one for Lingwu.

Although a servant had tried it before, he was still worried that the taste was too bad and would displease His Majesty.

It has a sweet and mellow aroma, somewhat reminiscent of the feeling of smelling spring in a letter from spring.

"Before brewing this jar of wine, A-Qing went to the Imperial Garden to pick flowers. She happened to see His Majesty and Empress arm in arm, the two of them holding hands and looking at each other with perfect harmony. At that time, A-Qing hid under a pear tree, staring at the fallen white petals all over the ground, and suddenly remembered something A-Qing had said one day..."

Qianqing placed the wine cup in front of Lingwu, and under Lingwu's gaze, he recalled: "Back then, Aqing said... even if you don't like Aqing anymore in the future, Aqing will be happy just by looking at you from afar."

His face was flushed from the wine he had just drunk.

Fine wine is intoxicating, and beautiful women are intoxicating.

"But when that moment actually came, Ah Qing was so heartbroken that she couldn't hold back her tears." He lowered his head, his long eyelashes obscuring his dark, deep eyes.

He slowly raised his eyes, his deep gaze filled with intense longing and affection.

“But… compared to this, if A-Qing can never see His Majesty again from now on, then A-Qing will be like a walking corpse…” atonement.

Atone for the sins he committed, the sins of a facilitator.

The unusual behavior of Xi Ruoyu and Qian Qing was quite obvious.

So much so that when Lingwu left Weiyang Palace and returned to Fengyi Palace, and saw that slender figure standing absentmindedly outside the hall, she already had a guess in her heart.

With no one around, Sang Yu stared at Ling Wu for a long time.

"It's good that Your Majesty is alright."

It's good that my elder sister is still alive. In my dream, the Qi Dynasty, having lost my elder sister, was in turmoil and eventually fell apart.

Her self-righteous intelligence was nothing more than the contempt of a tender flower growing under protection for the harshness of nature.

Sang Yu reached out and grasped Ling Wu's hand. The touch was cool, yet it felt like the warmest stove in winter.

"Your Majesty, I was wrong..." she mumbled, lying between Lingwu's legs until a wet patch appeared.

She still has an older sister, but there is no one above her.

for a long time……

Ling Wu silently patted her back. "Ayu, it's almost Mid-Autumn Festival last year, the 'four years' I promised you."

Four years later, I will grant her what she desires.

As soon as she finished speaking, Ling Wu could clearly feel the woman under her palm suddenly stiffen.

"Royal sister, Ayu regrets it. Ayu doesn't want to be an emperor anymore, doesn't want any power. Ayu only wants to follow behind you and seek your protection. Without you, Ayu is a useless person..."

"My little niece is so intelligent, she will surely be able to shoulder the great responsibility of the Qi Dynasty."

"Ayu... I only want to be my elder sister's Ayu."

Lingwu didn't respond to her words. Instead, she stood up, smoothed Sangyu's damp temples, and then said slowly and gently, "In that case, Ayu, shall you keep the promise you made when we played chess that day?"

Seeing that there was room for maneuver, Sang Yu nodded hurriedly with tears in her eyes.

"I think Ayu can be the Grand Tutor of the Crown Princess. When the Crown Princess ascends the throne, Ayu will become the Imperial Tutor."

Sang Yu was speechless for a moment, but finally forced herself to ask the question in a hoarse voice: "The Crown Princess ascends the throne? A-Yu becomes the Imperial Tutor? Then... Imperial Sister, what about you?"

“Doesn’t Ayu know that I will die on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival that year?” Lingwu’s voice was as doting as ever, “dying on a night when I am surrounded by enemies, wolves, and not even the moonlight.”

With each word Ling Wu uttered, Sang Yu's breathing became more rapid, and her face gradually turned pale. In the end, she could no longer stand up straight and slumped against the table in despair.

My mind is filled with that scene from my dream.

After a long while, Lingwu smiled faintly, "Did Ayu dream about it too?"

"What...what do you mean?" She seemed to be a drowning person grasping at a straw, her eyes full of hope.

"Several people around me today said they dreamed of this scene. I found it funny, so I read it to Ayu. Look at Ayu, did she dream of it too?"

Lingwu poured herself a cup of hot tea and took a small sip.

Where Sang Yu couldn't see, Sang Lingwu knelt down before Lingwu, but Lingwu lifted her up.

She saw that Sang Lingwu's soul had become even sweeter.

She probably still harbored resentment, but that was all.

Thinking of this, with Sang Yu's pale and lost face, Ling Wu turned and left with Sang Ling Wu.

The next scene shows a group of servants sleeping on a large communal bed, while Lu Chengfeng is squeezed into the corner.

He suddenly woke up, his face filled with panic, and then got up and left, ignoring the curses of those around him.

He only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ling Wu's back view outside.

In the end, he only dared to hide in the darkness under the eaves, slowly bending down.

Seeing this, Lingwu did not see that Sang Lingwu's soul had become any sweeter, so she frowned slightly.

Bathed in moonlight, Ling Wu slowly walked away, asking, "Are you unhappy?"

"Your Excellency, my daughter is very happy!"

"..."

Sang Lingwu hesitated before explaining, "That's because Lu Chengfeng's behavior has made it impossible for me to concentrate on anything else."

"He was once a man from the future with modern ideas, and he was once an emperor with great power. Now he has become a completely assimilated matriarch."

"This is a matriarchal society, and there is no shortage of servants like him. He is even less capable than the servant who just cursed him."

"But ultimately, it's because my daughter doesn't care about him anymore."

Ling Wu asked again, "What's the difference between mulberry and elm trees?"

"For my daughter, the bond of blood ties cannot be severed. Moreover... I also have my faults in what happened to Ayu. I only allowed her to be innocent and carefree, and I did not teach her the ugliness of human nature, which is why she went astray. But Lu Chengfeng is different. He came from the future, knows the concept of one love for one lifetime, and has seen five thousand years of history, yet he still did it that way."

"So, Your Excellency punished Ayu on my behalf. From now on, Ayu will be able to assist the next Empress and continue our Qi Dynasty for another hundred years. I am truly delighted! As for Lu Chengfeng... now, I feel even more guilty for the innocent people of the Qi Dynasty."

After a short while, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Your Excellency is truly amazing. I could never do this even if I were to live another life."

The most painful thing is to be slowly worn down by a soft knife; a single cut may bring temporary relief, but the rest of one's life will be filled with regret.

Unlike now, she wouldn't even spare a glance for Lu Chengfeng.

But he could only spend his remaining days in patriarchal ideology and the female supremacy and male inferiority system that was beyond his control, and thus spend the rest of his life.