Chapter 58: Pray that he is not in good health. It is very troublesome to take care of him...

The sun was setting outside, and the light inside the carriage was so dim that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. Wisps of cold wind blew in through the window. Wen Zheliu covered his bloodless lips with his hand and coughed even more urgently.

His throat was itchy and he couldn't stop coughing, nor could he suppress the weakness in his legs.

He Jiuyue first lifted Wen Zheliu onto her lap, used one hand to hold his waist in place to ensure he wouldn't fall due to exhaustion, then stretched out her other hand to rub his back in circles.

"You say you're not cold, but you have no temperature at all, like an ice cube."

Wen Zheliu felt cold and coughed, and his body couldn't stop shaking.

He is in poor health and is very troublesome to take care of.

Especially in winter, his hands and feet were always cold, and only by holding a hot water bottle could they occasionally warm up. Once his body became cold, heart and lung diseases were more likely to come.

In the past, after autumn, he would lie down on the couch and a long winter would come.

His mother, father and elder brother would visit him in their free time. Wu Yang would prescribe a new prescription every few days, and He Jiuyue would come every day to discuss the homework assigned by his wife and children, show him the new moves she had learned, and then, when the people below were not paying attention, secretly feed him all kinds of candies she could buy on the street.

The two talked for a while. When Wen Zheliu had some strength, they would do their homework together. If he felt tired, she would read the questions to him, and he would answer one. She would copy two copies, and then they would carry the two copies of homework together to school the next day.

When he was young, he had annoyed He Jiuyue too many times.

This debt must be repaid.

He Jiuyue is now in a high position and has a lot of things to do. She took the time to bring him out to pray for blessings because she cherishes him. He should listen to her obediently instead of saying that he is upset and causing her trouble.

"I, cough, didn't want to make my wife worry. I never thought that I would, cough cough cough, trouble my wife... I'm sorry."

"Why are you so eager to admit your mistake?" He Jiuyue kissed Wen Zheliu's apologetic lips. Finally, she bit him with her sharper canine teeth, but it didn't break the skin, only leaving a shallow mark. "I'm not blaming you."

Wen Zheliu was stunned for a moment and turned away shyly. The bells on his earrings began to ring again, adding some clear sounds to the falling snow.

"So, what do you mean?"

"It means that if you feel unwell in the future, just tell me. I was even more worried when you didn't say anything and suddenly started coughing."

He Jiuyue hugged him, still feeling scared.

"Being away from home is very inconvenient. I might be busy with other things and not be able to take care of you. Now the carriage is stuck here in the snow and ice, with no source of heat around. I'm afraid it's even harder for you. If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me, okay?"

His heart leaped with joy, and the pain in his body was relieved a lot. Wen Zheliu groped his way to climb onto He Jiuyue's shoulders.

"Really, you can say anything?"

He Jiyue lowered her eyes, and Iron Lady's tenderness was fully revealed: "Yes."

Speaking of this, past grievances surfaced, and Wen Zheliu's heartache eased a lot, but there were signs of a relapse: "But before, at the welcoming banquet, I said I was not feeling well, and you didn't seem to be that bad, cough cough cough..."

Every time he coughed, his chest trembled.

Like a leaf trembling in the wind.

He Jiuyue hugged the person in her arms with one hand and closed the window with the other hand, which had a crack for ventilation and sometimes let in wind.

His health was so poor that he couldn't even stand the slightest breeze.

“…It was my fault then.”

The fist of revenge hit the cotton thrown lightly by the superior, and Wen Zheliu still felt aggrieved.

He meowed in dissatisfaction, like a cat that complains to its owner after being bullied.

His dilated pupils showed no expression, but his lips were slightly pursed, his hand groped its way to He Jiuyue's shoulder, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red.

"Wife, I'm really cold. Can you hug me?"

"Princess!"

Chen Jin suddenly opened the curtain, his face full of anxiety, and saw the two people in the carriage leaning against each other, their faces flushed. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but there's a monk outside who wants to see you."

"Who?" He Jiuyue looked outside.

"It's me," the abbot said, having wandered over to the carriage at some point. He held a lantern and respectfully stopped not far away. "You are a benefactor with a predestined relationship. If you don't mind, you can stay in this small temple for one night."

...Are all the monks in the temple so kind-hearted?

"Sorry to bother you then."

He Jiyue hugged the trembling person in her arms and said, "Does your temple have a doctor who can treat illnesses? My husband's lung disease has relapsed, and I'm afraid he needs medicine."

"This is not difficult. There is a medicine monk in the temple who can prescribe the appropriate herbs based on the donor's symptoms."

The abbot held a lantern in one hand and clasped his hands together with the other, chanting "Amitabha Buddha": "If the donor is in severe pain, I can arrange for a monk to recite scriptures for him to alleviate his illness and eliminate disasters. Amitabha Buddha, a calm mind will alleviate his illness."

He Jiuyue never believed that there was a free lunch in the world, so she reached for the purse hanging around her waist.

"How much silver do these cost?"

"No money is needed." The abbot's eyes were blazing. The red light from the lantern in his hand reflected on his dim old eyes, making them seem brighter. "But I have something I would like to discuss with you in private. I wonder if you would be willing?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Wen Zheliu whispered in her ear: "Wife, ahem, my wife, I'm afraid there's something fishy going on."

"You are in urgent need of recuperation. Go to the temple and rest for a while first." He Jiuyue patted his trembling back gently, and waited until Wen Zheliu caught his breath before raising an eyebrow at the abbot.

"Are you coming for me?"

"That's right," the abbot chuckled. "The princess is truly intelligent. The man next to you must be the famous Master Wen, Wen Zheliu, right?"

He Jiuyue frowned.

"If you dare to hurt him, I will cut you into pieces."

The abbot bowed and said, "Don't worry, Princess. I have no intention of hurting him. It's just that this matter cannot be known to Master Wen."

Even if she went to the banquet alone, she would not necessarily suffer any loss. The abbot was just a monk with no calluses on his hands and had never practiced martial arts. How could he hurt her?

"Okay," He Jiuyue held Wen Zheliu's hips with one hand and clasped her waist with the other, "I'll take him inside and talk to you slowly... He can't see, and I'm worried about him walking down alone. I'm going to carry him inside, please forgive me."

"It's alright, benefactor, please feel free to do as you please." The abbot led the way with a lantern, bringing He Wen and the other man into the courtyard. "The hospital is here."

There are not only monks chanting scriptures here, but also many men, women, young and old, who all look sick.

He Jiuyue exuded a noble aura and attracted everyone's attention as soon as she entered. She took out a veil from her sleeve, covered Wen Zheliu's face with it, picked a corner, and pushed him in.

"My wife." She was about to leave when Wen Zheliu grabbed the corner of her clothes again.

The gazes of the people around them were too naked, burning them like fire. He Jiyue was afraid that something might happen to Wen Zheliu, so she stared at him until he drank the medicine and rested for a while. Only when his complexion looked better did she get up.

"The abbot and I will only talk for a moment. Let Chen Jin stay with you for a while, okay?"

Wen Zheliu found her fingertips and twisted his hair around them a few times. After a moment of silence, he slowly let go: "Well, go ahead."

He Jiuyue followed the abbot to another room and lit a thin incense stick as soon as he entered.

"Tell me, what do you want to talk about?"

"Princess, do you want to know the truth about that person back then?" The abbot pointed to the sky.

He pointed to the sky, probably referring to Emperor Jingming He Feng.

But what was that "back then" about? Recently...

He Jiyue frowned: "Are you the one who spread rumors in the capital that His Majesty's throne was not obtained legitimately?"

The abbot shook his head and said, "No, I was only asked to tell you about the princess's past. It's not as recorded in history books. As for more, I don't know."

He Jiuyue raised her eyes and asked, "Who asked you to do this?"

"...I cannot speak of it." The abbot tapped his lips. "I have sworn a solemn oath not to speak of it."

He Jiuyue suddenly exerted force and grabbed his neck.

"Will you tell me or not?" Her tone was clearly a question, but she said it in a declarative sentence.

The abbot's face turned the color of liver, and the voice squeezed out of his throat was hoarse: "Uh, Princess, please forgive me, I cannot tell you who is behind this."

He Jiyue's voice turned cold: "You are treating me as a knife..."

"Knock knock." The sudden knock on the door interrupted the tense atmosphere.

"Wife? Are you in there? The little monk led me here and left." Wen Zheliu's voice trembled slightly from outside. "Wife?"

He couldn't see anything and couldn't find her, so he must be scared.

Where is Chen Jin going? He is not optimistic about him either.

"This matter ends here. I won't press the issue any further, and please don't do anything tricky."

He Jiuyue withdrew her hand and strode out, but the abbot didn't dare to say a word. Although she had only a dozen guards with her, the Red Armor Army under her command was stationed in the suburbs of Beijing. It would only take a moment for them to arrive.

She originally planned to take Wen Zheliu to live in the camp, but seeing that he looked pale, she didn't want to make any more trouble, so she decided to stay in the temple.

"My husband is a light sleeper, please don't disturb him at night."

The abbot couldn't stop trembling: "...Yes."

"Chen Jin, where have you been?" He Jiuyue pulled Wen Zheliu into her arms, her eyes like knives stabbing at Chen Jin who was watching her from the side.

"Adjutant Chen was protecting my safety, but she didn't dare call you, so she asked me to speak."

Wen Zheliu rubbed against her arms.

"Wife, what did you talk about?"

He Jiyue picked him up and carried him to the innermost meditation room: "It's not a big deal."

It's okay? Then why did he hear the sound of fighting?

When I heard about Zheliu, my heart was in my throat.

If it is related to Xiyue or his life experience, it would be bad.

This old monk was unusual, and the information he possessed was probably beyond his expectations. In order to maintain his credibility in front of He Jiuyue, he had no choice but to get to the bottom of it.

"My dear wife, I am really curious. If you can't tell me everything, could you reveal a little to me?"

He Jiuyue strung the amulet with a red string and gently tied it around Wen Zheliu's fair neck.

This matter originally had nothing to do with him, but since he insisted on asking, it was not that she couldn't tell him.

"It's...what happened with my mother back then."

He Jiuyue pointed upwards, then, remembering that Wen Zheliu couldn't see, added, "That person," "But we've only gotten a glimpse of who's right and who's wrong. We don't have any witnesses or physical evidence yet. I'll have to trouble Guan Ze to investigate. It's hard to tell you until the truth is out."

It really had nothing to do with him.

Wen Zheliu breathed a sigh of relief silently.

He groped for the jade amulet on his neck and felt something warm.

"Wife, what does this amulet look like? Does it look good when I wear it? Why does it feel hot to the touch?" A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, like a flower bud that will naturally bloom when the time comes. It was not forced, but an expression of his true feelings.

"The base is red brocade, and the edges are inlaid with white jade. It is no different from the ones you saw when you were a child. It looks very beautiful on you."

He Jiyue buried her head in his shoulder, like a wolf returning to its lair, sheathing its fangs. "As for why it's hot, I was afraid you'd get cold, so I kept it in my hand to warm it."

Her breath was hot, and it all fell on Wenzheliu's fair skin, causing a tingling sensation.