Chapter 106 Song Shiwei's eyelashes trembled, like a withered leaf on a branch in late autumn that was about to fall. The chaotic consciousness was in the sticky...

Song Shiwei's eyelashes trembled, like the withered leaves on the branches in late autumn that were about to fall. His chaotic consciousness floated in the sticky darkness, and his eyelids felt heavy as if they were pressed by a thousand-pound lead block, but after repeated struggles, a glimmer of light finally came through.

She opened her eyes with difficulty, and could vaguely hear the voice of someone excitedly calling for the imperial physician. In the dimness, many figures flashed in and out beside her. An old finger rested on her pulse, and it seemed that he said a lot of words, but none of them really fell into her ears.

After a long time, her pupils focused with difficulty. The black curtain fell down, and the dragon pattern embroidered with gold thread on it gleamed coldly under the swaying candlelight. The gilded dragon head carved on the bedpost looked at her with its fangs and claws bared.

Song Shiwei wanted to move her neck, but she found that her whole body was like soaked cotton, so soft that she couldn't move, and a broken breath came out of her throat. Song Lin, who was serving her, immediately helped her up and let her lean on the bed.

As her view further expanded, she was a little stunned. Is this Yongning Palace?

Song Shiwei moved his dry lips and called out with difficulty: "Song Lin?"

"I'm here." Song Lin wiped the sweat off his face, carefully brought a bowl of water, and fed her one mouthful at a time.

Only after she had finished everything Wu Qining had instructed her to do, and saw Song Shiwei's pale face turn a little rosy, did she breathe a sigh of relief.

After being together for so many years, even if Song Shiwei didn't say a word, Song Lin could understand the meaning in her eyes.

She sorted out her thoughts and recounted what had happened in recent days.

"After reading the imperial edict, Your Majesty pardoned the Taifu's crime, announced to the world everything the Taifu had said and done, and conferred the title of First-Class Loyalty Marquis on the Taifu, restoring him to his original position."

"An Ning's identity has also been announced to the world by His Majesty. She just returned to her ancestral home the day before yesterday. His Majesty specially asked the Imperial Astronomical Bureau to calculate an auspicious time. Soon An Ning will be canonized as the Crown Princess and will move into the East Palace."

Song Shiwei frowned. His Majesty had just come of age and had not yet found a good man. He would have his own children in the future. If she established the princess as a crown princess now, where would she put An Ning and the child?

Song Lin read Song Shiwei's doubts and whispered a few words about the excitement in the court these days. Even though she had been staying here to look after the tutor, she could see the tension.

The ministers knelt all the way from the Golden Palace to the Yongning Palace. Memorials as numerous as snowflakes piled up in front of her desk, but were all pressed down by Wu Qining.

"As soon as your majesty said this, a huge uproar ensued. The ministers in the court also didn't quite understand. They begged your majesty to think twice, at least wait until An Ning grew up before making plans. Your majesty said..." Song Lin hesitated.

"What did Your Majesty say?" Song Shiwei asked in a hoarse voice.

"Your Majesty said... she has not been interested in sex since she was young, so they should not submit petitions to ask her to marry. She will not sleep with men, and she will not have children. Let those angry ministers be thankful that the Grand Tutor raised a little princess for the Wu family, so that the Wu family would not be extinct."

After Song Lin finished speaking, he cautiously glanced at Song Shiwei, who looked unhappy, and the speculation in his heart burned even more vigorously like wildfire.

Your Majesty, I hope you don’t have any feelings for the Grand Tutor.

Originally, she thought that the absurd rumors in the palace recently were pure nonsense.

Their Taifu has worked tirelessly for the late emperor and Your Majesty, and has never had a day of peace. Now his health is so poor. As Your Majesty's disciple, it is only natural for You to take care of Taifu a little out of teacher-student friendship and respect for elders.

But these days, her eyes looked more and more strange.

Your Majesty, are you too respectful to the Grand Tutor?

She personally handled everything related to the Imperial Tutor, without asking anyone else to do it. She fed her medicine three times a day, moistened her lips several times, washed her body, and warmed her hands and feet... To be honest, she felt that His Majesty was no better than this to the late Emperor.

The resentment towards Wu Qining dissipated a little under her silent and meticulous care. Every day, she silently watched the bloodshot and haggard face of His Majesty taking care of the Grand Tutor tenderly and carefully. The deep sword wound on his body became more and more serious. She stubbornly refused to let anyone treat it and let it become inflamed and ulcerated. Perhaps, she really thought that the Grand Tutor wanted to rebel.

Listening to how Wu Qining had done so many absurd things during the days she was unconscious, Song Shiwei paused, frowned, and his narrow eyes flickered. She was really capable. She had caused such a commotion in the court in just a few days.

This child, she treats her...

The scene that she had deliberately forgotten reappeared in her mind. In the dark prison, under the flickering candlelight, she was holding the jade dildo and looking at her eyes.

The twelve-tassel white jade bead curtain swayed slightly, casting light and varying shadows on her face, but it still could not conceal the strong emotions in those phoenix eyes, which were clamoring and almost swallowing her up.

She still remembers those eyes. The desire was real, the hatred was real, intertwined and entangled. The secret expectation was like a firefly in the dark night, flickering in the depths of the vortex. It quickly entangled into thorns, spreading from her chest to her throat, making her almost unable to breathe. She had to hold the corner of her clothes tightly and let the surging undercurrent swallow her up.

How could she... She was her tutor, the regent appointed by the late emperor himself, and the late emperor personally entrusted His Majesty to her. She was ten years older than her.

How could she assist, assist, and assist him to the bed.

Song Shiwei coughed heavily a few times and struggled to get out of bed. As soon as her legs touched the ground, they went limp and she stumbled forward. Song Lin hurriedly helped her back to the couch and gently dissuaded her.

"Your Majesty said that the Master's health is not suitable for traveling, so you are allowed to stay in Yongning Palace for the time being and recuperate peacefully. We will make plans after your condition improves."

"Stop fooling around, go back home!" A sickly blush appeared on the pale face, like the thin clouds spreading on the remaining snow in winter, but it was cut into broken lines by the tightly furrowed brows, and a thin layer of tears floated at the corners of the eyes.

Her pale lips trembled slightly, and just as she was about to utter a word of reprimand, she was interrupted by a violent cough. Her shoulders rose and fell under the thin fabric, and even the scattered hair on her forehead trembled slightly. This anger was wrapped in a fragile sickness, like a candle flickering in the cold night, which immediately dissipated her little vitality.

She leaned against the head of the bed, panting, and relaxed a little.

"Master, your body really can't stand the bumps. Her Majesty said that as long as you feel a little better, you can go wherever you want, and she will never dare to stop you."

Song Shiwei raised her eyelids and glanced at the subordinate who had always obeyed her but was now disobeying her orders, then lay back on the bed tiredly.

Forget it, let her take care of herself first. Her body really can’t stand the torture now. She will settle the score with these disobedient children later.

Seeing that Song Shiwei had fallen asleep again, Song Lin tucked in the quilt for her. After taking care of everything, he left the hall.

Wu Qining stood quietly outside the door, with two heavy dark circles around her bloodshot eyes, and she looked extremely haggard.

She looked through the blurry window tenderly at Song Shiwei who was sleeping inside.

Although she could only see a rough outline, she still curled her eyes and smiled.

Her tutor finally woke up.

"Your Majesty. The Grand Tutor has already rested." Song Lin, who came out, bumped into Wu Qining. Not surprisingly, she bowed to her.

Wu Qining waved his hand and asked softly: "Did the Master take the medicine he was supposed to take every day at 7:00 pm? Did you change the medicine on your shoulder today? Is the quilt tucked in tightly?..."

Wu Qining had a lot of questions, and Song Lin spent a lot of time answering them. While answering, he was thinking in his heart: Instead of asking her, it would be quicker to go into the hall and take a look.

Your Majesty, is she ashamed of her tutor?

Song Lin raised his eyes and glanced at him, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Your Majesty doesn't need to worry about the fact that the Grand Tutor was wrongly accused of treason and she was hurt.

She had stayed with the Grand Tutor for a long time, and could see that the Grand Tutor really treated His Majesty as his own disciple, teaching him patiently and carefully, fulfilling his duties as a master.

Given Taifu's personality, there's no way he would blame the child he's loved for so long.

However, thinking that the emperor in front of him seemed to have some inappropriate feelings towards the tutor, Song Lin became uncertain again.

She was not sure whether the Grand Tutor knew about it, nor was she sure whether he would still tolerate this rebellious disciple after knowing it.

Song Lin just stood there with his head bowed, waiting for Wu Qining's instructions.

Let these two solve their own problems.

"Master... do you want to go back home?" Her throat seemed to be choked, and her lips moved for a long time before she slowly uttered these words.

Song Lin nodded and gave a brief account of what had happened.

Wu Qining froze in place. His hand, which was stroking the dark shadow reflected in the window, twitched a few times before he dropped it weakly.

She whispered, "Don't say that I've been here, and don't say that I've been taking care of her these days. Just think that I..." doesn't exist.

Those days when I took care of her personally seemed like they were stolen from her. As she woke up, the disillusionment turned into light bubbles, which dissipated silently under the stranglehold of sunlight.

The Grand Tutor treated her as his disciple, and must have been disgusted by her extremely dirty thoughts.

She was still exposed naked in prison, which was so humiliating.

A layer of mist filled his eyes. Wu Qining pursed his lips and staggered back a step.

She didn't ask for her forgiveness, but only asked to watch her quietly from a distance.

After a few days of meditation and recuperation, Song Shiwei's health improved a lot. With Song Lin's support, she slowly walked around Yongning Palace.

"Where is His Majesty?" She glanced at Song Lin and asked coldly.

These days, the people who stayed by her side included the imperial physician, the maid, Song Lin, and even Xuan Jian, who sent a lot of things on Wu Qining's orders, but she was the only one missing.

Song Lin reported silently: "There have been many memorials in the past few days, and His Majesty has been reviewing them in the government hall. He has no time."

"Can you review for several days in a row without rest?" Song Shiwei raised his eyebrows, raised his voice, and his soft eyes became sharp.

Song Lin opened her mouth but couldn't answer. In fact, she didn't understand what the emperor was doing.

Your Majesty is avoiding her?

Did she think that she would not have to settle the score by avoiding her like this? Since she still recognized her as the Grand Tutor, she had the responsibility to teach and discipline her.

The bony hand was grasping the hilt of the sword worn at her waist, and she wanted to hit her.

Disrespectful to teachers and arrogant.

"Mother~Mother, you finally woke up. I missed you so much. I begged His Majesty for a long time to let me see you and asked me not to disturb you." An 189-year-old little girl, dressed in a bright yellow robe, ran towards her.

Before he even reached her, he hugged her arm and started to act coquettishly and complain to her.

Song Shiwei bowed to her and said helplessly: "Your Highness, you should call me Grand Tutor, and call Your Majesty the Queen Mother."

Wu An Ning puffed out her lips, dismissed the people around her, and said in a long tone: "I only call mother in private, no one knows. Besides, His Majesty has agreed."

"It's the Queen Mother." Song Shiwei corrected softly.

"No, it's not... my mother." Under Song Shiwei's stern expression, Wu Anning's voice of rebuttal became smaller and smaller.

She glanced at the child who was particularly stubborn about this matter, raised her eyes slightly, frowned, and called out sternly:

"Wu Anning!"

"Mother, I was wrong. I can call you, can't I?" Upon hearing her full name, Wu Anning straightened up as if by reflex and nodded in agreement.