"Cough cough cough cough"

A soft cough came from inside the palace. Emperor Junlan stood outside, his outstretched hand hesitant to push open the door.

This is the sixth time this month. Every time he goes in, a hint of panic flashes in Ah Jin's eyes.

The purpose was to prevent him from discovering her condition.

And he pretended not to know.

He coughed six times in half a month... Moreover, when he got close, he could smell a faint fragrance mixed with a bloody smell.

Ah Jin has a health problem, but she's hiding it.

Lan Ziyao has been at the Imperial Medical Academy for over a year. At first, he genuinely believed he was there to take care of Yi'er and the others, and to be responsible for the daily inspections of their palace...

They didn't think much of it; the superficial checkup was just to help Ah Jin conceal her health problems.

When he went to the Taoist temple to fulfill his vow last time, he didn't meet that Taoist priest. Ah Jin also felt that it was quite nice to occasionally draw lots and have them interpreted.

Many years have passed, but Ah Jin's health has deteriorated.

I wonder if the Taoist priest he met in his past life is still in the temple, or if he has appeared there.

When the door was pushed open, some noise was made. Di Junlan did not rush in, but heard some faint sounds of panic inside.

Di Junlan knew that she was destroying those things to cover up the evidence again.

I forced a smile before pushing open the door and going inside.

"Ah Jin."

Murong Jin's face was a little pale, but after she gently patted him, it was no longer noticeable.

Then, looking at the person coming in, he gave a gentle smile and said, "You're back."

As soon as Di Junlan returned, he sat down next to her, resting his head on her body, and naturally did not miss the slight trembling on her body.

Murong Jin felt guilty. She had just drunk tea to suppress the taste of blood in her mouth, but she was also afraid that Di Junlan would notice something was amiss.

"Ah Jin, do you want to go out for a walk to clear your head?"

"Where are you going?" She habitually stroked his hair. "I'm not going if it's too far."

"It's not far. My mother is getting old, and I want to go to the Taoist temple to get her amulets for peace and safety."

Murong Jin: "Okay."

My mother is 61 years old and has recently been experiencing some health problems. I want to ask her for a peace charm as a way of showing my concern.

"I'll go with you."

Di Junlan: "I'm going to take you with me, but you can't be by my side when I draw the fortune sticks."

"Oh?" Murong Jin asked with a curious expression. "Why?"

"It's a secret."

Murong Jin tapped the tip of his nose. "Alright, I won't disturb your fortune-telling."

A few days later, after taking a lot of medicine, Murong Jin and Emperor Junlan boarded the carriage to leave the palace.

“When I am not here, Yi’er is in charge of attending court, and the new Grand Secretary assists him in reviewing memorials.”

Murong Jin: "He can handle those things independently now. Sometimes letting go is for their own good."

Emperor Junlan: "Hmm." The smell of medicine, Ah Jin smelled of medicine again.

Did you take extra medication to suppress his symptoms before going out this time because you didn't want him to find out?

Why not tell him?

Is this disease... incurable?

A sudden pain shot through his heart, and Di Junlan immediately composed himself, not wanting A Jin to notice...

When they reached the foot of the mountain, Murong Jin was already asleep.

Emperor Junlan naturally knew why this was, because recently, Ah Jin would fall into a deep sleep without realizing it, and every time she woke up and saw him, she would ask, "Why are you asleep?"

"His Majesty."

Emperor Junlan shook his head, then carried the person up the ten thousand steps...

In my past life, I had to take each step with a heavy bow, so that I could be with Ah Jin in this life...

Will Ah Jin also have to have an accident at this age in this lifetime?

Can't they really grow old together?

Or is it that as long as A Jin gets involved with Di Junlan, she cannot exist?

She died for him in her past life; in this life, she plots every step for him...

Power and status were not important to him; Ah Jin was the only one in his heart...

If it would cost Ah Jin her life if he were to rise to a high position, he would rather not. He would even rather not exist in this world, just so that Ah Jin could live a healthy and happy life... a long and healthy life.

Zhao Delin watched the person carrying the person up the mountain. Even he, an outsider, could tell that the Regent had been having health problems lately…

His Majesty is very sensitive to everything the Regent does, and naturally he discovered it long ago.

Hey.

Fate is cruel.

...

Three hours later, Di Junlan placed the person on the bed and lowered his head to kiss the person's eyebrows and eyes.

After leaving, he asked Zhao Delin to stay behind while he went to find someone.

"Your Majesty, what brings you here today?"

Is Master Yili here?

The abbot looked at Emperor Junlan and asked, "How did Your Majesty know that there is a Master Yili in the abbot's temple?"

"I have something to ask him."

Abbot: "Very well, Your Majesty, please."

Entering a secluded courtyard, the abbot looked at the small house and said, "Your Majesty, I will not go in. Please make yourself at home."

Thank you.

The moment I pushed the door open, I saw a small cubicle. Just as I was about to knock, I heard a voice coming from inside.

"We have been waiting for Your Majesty with utmost respect."

After entering, Di Junlan nodded slightly and sat down opposite the Taoist priest.

He bowed slightly and then said, "What is destined cannot be forced."

"Some destinies are predetermined."

Emperor Lan frowned. "I want to know, are the Regent and I inherently incompatible..."

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