Chapter 61 He was uncomfortable with all the things going on, and he wanted her to accompany him. ...

The smell of rice hit his face. To ordinary people, it was just the aroma of food, but to Wen Zheliu, it was no different from the dirt in a stinking ditch.

After a sleepless night, he felt dizzy and his stomach was churning. He felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. He moved aside without saying a word.

He Jiuyue had seen Wen Zheliu look sick before. On the contrary, she had seen it many times and it was not difficult for her to tell from his furrowed brow that he was indeed feeling unwell.

But no matter how uncomfortable it is, you still have to eat.

He has become so thin, just skin and bones.

He Jiuyue slowly placed the bowl on the table in front of Wen Zheliu, making a clear "da" sound.

"Even if you have no appetite, you still have to eat something. You ate little yesterday, and you're tired from the journey and busy last night. You're bound to be weak. You must eat today."

Wen Zheliu frowned and hiccuped briefly.

"Ugh!" The little color left on his face faded away.

Blind, he had no idea what was happening around him. He was only vaguely aware of a bowl of foul-smelling porridge in front of him. Wen Zheliu groped for the wall where his shoulder was leaning and instinctively dodged, "I, cough cough, I can't eat."

"I know you're picky, but this is the only rice porridge you can eat in the entire temple. You've been feeling dizzy since you last ate, so you should put aside your temper for now."

Wen Zheliu opened his mouth to defend himself, but was forced to shut up by the feeling of nausea.

He didn't dislike the vegetarian porridge at all; he just had stomach discomfort and couldn't eat anything.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a moment. He Jiuyue heard his breathing becoming more rapid, and finally softened her heart.

"Just eat a little, okay?"

Wen Zheliu wanted to refuse, but he opened his thin lips slightly and didn't say anything.

He gets angry over things he doesn't agree with, and she's so considerate, even humble, begging him so humbly, but he refuses again and again. It's really tactless of her.

“…Okay.” Wen Zheliu fumbled and grasped the handle of the spoon.

The porridge actually tasted quite good. There were no seasonings, only a faint aroma of rice. Wen Zheliu reluctantly swallowed three mouthfuls.

By the fourth spoonful, he couldn't eat any more. His stomach, which had been aching slightly, suddenly started to hurt. The pain came like a tsunami. The porridge he had just swallowed came back up again and got stuck in his throat, very sticky.

Wen Zheliu couldn't bear it any longer and fumbled to throw the spoon back into the bowl.

"Wife, I really can't eat anymore... I'm sorry."

He Jiuyue had been staring at him from the side. Seeing that he had a deep frown on his face but still ate several spoonfuls quickly, she was silently worried for him.

Even when he was feeling well, he would vomit if he ate too fast.

He just said that he had no appetite and couldn't eat.

I'm afraid it's not good.

"Well, leave it there. I'll clean it up."

With rich experience, He Jiyue first pulled the spittoon next to Wen Zheliu to prevent him from suddenly feeling unwell and wanting to vomit. Then, she gently mentioned the word "uncomfortable" to him: "Does your stomach feel uncomfortable? Do you want to vomit?"

Wen Zheliu said nothing, just closed his eyes and endured the nausea.

"...No problem, let's go. You're busy with official duties, and I'm grateful for your willingness to accompany me for a walk. However, there are still many matters in the capital that await your decision. Please don't delay."

Wen Zheliu's face was as pale as snow, and he was wearing a white robe. He was walking in the snow. The wind mixed with snow particles occasionally lifted the hem of his clothes. He was like a white butterfly dancing in the snow, completely blending into a large area of ​​silent snow particles.

It was as if he was made of snow, unable to stand the light, and would turn into water when exposed to the warm sun.

Even those who want to protect him cannot touch him.

He Jiuyue slowly exhaled a breath of white air, and stood quietly beside Wen Zheliu, holding his hand, which was so thin that the joints were clearly visible, and leading him slowly towards the temple entrance.

I took him out for a walk to relax, but he became even sicker. He needs to be well taken care of when he gets home.

When there was nothing in the stomach, there was just a hollow, cramping pain. But now that there was more food in it, there was a layer of foggy stuffiness and severe bloating.

Wen Zheliu pinched her abdomen with her bare hands, her Adam's apple rolling as she tried to swallow back the cry of pain that was about to come out.

He shouldn't have eaten that bowl of porridge today.

But that bowl of porridge was made for him by He Jiuyue, so even if it was poisonous enough to rot his intestines and stomach, he would... eat it with relish.

As soon as Wen Zheliu was helped onto the carriage by He Jiuyue, his relatively straight back suddenly collapsed. He groped for the wooden boards in the carriage, almost crawling to the corner and shrank back, his shoulders trembling slightly.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Afraid that if she rashly touched Wen Zheliu, she would scare him, He Jiuyue didn't touch him, but just asked softly beside him.

Wen Zheliu feels nauseous whenever he opens his mouth.

He didn't know where He Jiuyue was, and was afraid that he would spit in her face if he spoke, so he didn't dare to open his mouth. He just moved his ears and judged He Jiuyue's location by the sound of her voice, and gestured the word "spittoon" in that direction with his hand.

"Don't panic, the spittoon is right here."

He Jiyue lifted Wen Zheliu's hand and made him touch the spittoon: "It doesn't matter if the blanket is dirty, just let the servants wash it."

Wen Zheliu held her hand in return, and a fine line appeared between his brows.

"Wife, I'm dizzy."

He didn't feel dizzy when he came, but he felt uncomfortable when he left. He was afraid that the carriage was moving too fast.

He Jiuyue lifted the curtain of the carriage.

"Chen Jin, walk slower."

She let go of the curtain to block out the intentional or unintentional prying eyes from outside. The person in her arms snuggled into her arms again, making some muffled groans from time to time, as if he had found a suitable place to rest.

The two of them sat in silence. He Jiuyue heard Zhe Liu's breathing become lighter, and guessed that he should be feeling more comfortable than before, so she reached out and stroked his back.

"Are you not angry with me anymore?" He tugged at her sleeve tightly, obviously not asleep.

Wen Zheliu opened his thin lips slightly, as if he was about to answer, but before he could say anything, the carriage suddenly stopped.

"Ahem!"

He was feeling very dizzy, how could he bear the sudden stop?

He immediately held the spittoon and coughed heart-wrenchingly.

Unfortunately, his stomach was so weak that it could neither retain food nor expel foreign matter. Wen Zheliu coughed until his voice became hoarse, but he could only choke out some saliva. The two mouthfuls of rice porridge he had taken in the morning were stuck in his stomach and he couldn't spit them out.

"...It hurts." The corners of his eyes turned red.

Seeing that he was vomiting too much, He Jiuyue stroked his back which was arched due to nausea over and over again.

"Don't vomit if you feel uncomfortable."

Wen Zheliu then stopped his futile attempts and fell back into He Jiuyue's arms like a prisoner who had received an imperial decree.

"What are you stopping for?" In order to comfort Haowen Zheliu, He Jiuyue quickly lifted the curtain and was about to hold Chen Jin accountable, but her eyes met with Guan Ze who had stopped the carriage.

"Princess, you are finally back! Could you please dismount from the carriage and have a chat? I have something important to report!"

Important matter? It was the first time she saw Guan Ze so serious.

The person in his arms was still rubbing against him restlessly. He Jiuyue gritted her teeth and gently placed Wen Zheliu on the cushion.

"Wait for me here, I'll be back soon."

"Princess, isn't that strange?" Guan Ze changed his usual slow and measured demeanor, his eyes wide open, "Wen Liuqing is still alive!"

"Wen Liuqing?" He Jiyue frowned. "Are you suffering from hysteria? Wen Liuqing and his mother and father both lost their heads in front of me, and your Dali Temple collected their bodies. How could they still be alive?"

"How he managed to escape, I don't know. Someone reported him to the police, saying he was seen again. We are still investigating the cause."

He Jiyue frowned: "Where is the person?"

"He hasn't been apprehended yet, but this matter concerns the person in your mansion. I believe the princess has other instructions, so I specifically informed you before arresting him."

"What instructions can I give you on this matter?"

He Jiyue said calmly, "Of course, we will follow the law."

Even Guan Ze, who was known for his ruthlessness, couldn't help but tremble when he heard her decision: "Princess, Wen Liuqing is Wen Zheliu's biological brother, and also your senior apprentice."

"Indeed, he and I have a close friendship, so he should know that I cannot forgive the heinous crime he committed. Since he dared to commit treason, given my temper, I will pursue him to the end. I give you three days to see him alive or dead."

He Jiuyue pointed at Chen Jin with her fingertips.

"You follow the Dali Temple Minister and assist in the investigation."

Chen Jin listened to every word, and even now, he was still in shock. He just asked blankly, "Then you...?"

He Jiuyue wanted to go there in person to see why her old friend had to commit treason, but now this was a busy city, and Wen Zheliu had been very sensitive to sounds ever since he became blind, so she couldn't leave him here alone.

"I'll send Wen Zheliu back to the Princess's Mansion first."

The wooden board under his boots trembled, and Wen Zheliu heard the deliberately light footsteps and knew that it was He Jiuyue who came back.

"Who stopped the carriage?" he asked softly.

"It's Guan Ze."

Not wanting to continue this topic, He Jiuyue didn't say anything further.

"What did you guys talk about?" Wen Zheliu put his hand on his chest. "Ahem, can I ask?"

He Jiuyue untied her cloak and covered him with it.

"Just a prisoner, nothing more."

"...Hmm." Wen Zheliu was skeptical.

If it was just a prisoner, why would she treat it as a serious enemy?

There is something fishy about this matter.

"Princess, we've arrived at the Princess's Mansion."

The carriage woman's voice came from outside: "The palace just sent a message that Lord Dao is seriously ill and has fainted several times. I wonder if he will only have a few days to live. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to go to the palace."

Did something happen to Dad? But wasn't he fine a day ago?

Could it be that Emperor Jingming was interfering?

He Jiuyue's heart, which had always been as calm as an ancient well, was suddenly filled with waves.

Wen Zheliu is blind, the case of the Wen family collaborating with the enemy is progressing at an unbelievable pace, and my father is in trouble. How come all these things are happening at the same time?

It is truly a turbulent time.

She jumped off the carriage, turned around, picked up Wen Zheliu and gave instructions to the coachman.

"Send him in."

He Jiuyue turned around to leave, but Wen Zheliu grabbed the corner of her clothes again.

"The wife."

He looked around, his pupils dilated. His eyes, once so bright, had become like loose sand that could not be gathered together. "Aren't you going back home?"

"Father is not feeling well, so I have to take my younger brother to the palace. Chen Jin has other things to do and may not be able to accompany you, but there are guards in the mansion who can keep you safe. If you need anything, you can tell them."

A strong wind suddenly arose, mixed with white particles, blowing the stray hair that had appeared on Wen Zheliu's forehead without knowing when, and blowing the bun he had casually tied up this morning into a mess.

Thinking that he was going back to the mansion to rest and didn't need to tie his hair up in front of others, He Jiuyue simply took off the hairpin on his head.

With disheveled hair, good sleep.

Her calloused fingers gently pinched Wen Zheliu's earlobe and said, "You stay in the mansion by yourself and wait for me to come back, okay?"

When he heard the willow being broken, he lowered his eyes and said nothing.

……not good.

He was not feeling well and he wanted her to stay with him.