Doctor Mo stretched out three slender white fingers.
The Crown Princess and Prince Yan looked at each other.
The King of Yan asked, "What does this mean?"
Doctor Mo shrugged and sighed, "Your Highness, the Crown Prince of your country was seriously weak when he was young. Later, he became ill due to overwork and his condition worsened. Even if I try my best, I can only keep him alive for another three years at most."
The room fell into dead silence.
The prince leaned back on the bed and gave a relieved smile. The Crown Princess felt a sour nose and tried hard to hold back her tears.
"I'll go write a prescription." Doctor Mo stretched and looked at Prince Yan. "Prince Yan's Mansion is too boring. I'm going to go boating in a few days. Don't try to stop me."
Although the Prince of Yan's Mansion is luxurious, it is really boring to stay in it every day. Doctor Mo wanted to go out for a walk and see the lotus flowers blooming on the lake in Yanjing in summer.
King Yan nodded: "Yes."
Doctor Mo left the prince's bedroom leisurely.
The King of Yan came to the prince's bedside with a heavy heart and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, brother. I will find a better doctor for you."
The prince patted the back of the King of Yan's hand, looking relieved: "Yuan Jing, my father is old and seriously ill, and I don't have much time left. Yue is eyeing us covetously, and Nanzhao has no ambitions... In the future, this heavy burden will still need you to carry."
King Yan lowered his eyes, his heart seemed to be gnawing at by ants.
In recent years, when the Crown Prince allowed Prince Yan to get involved in government affairs and handed over important state affairs to Prince Yan to handle, Prince Yan actually had some vague guesses in his heart.
But he was still unwilling to believe the reality that the prince's time was running out. The two are brothers who have supported each other since childhood and have a deep relationship.
As the sky grew darker, Prince Yan dragged his tired steps back to the palace.
The Queen sent Nanny Qian to inform Prince Yan, who had returned late, about the arrival of four old maids. The princess was so sad that she stayed indoors and locked herself in the Buddhist temple to chant sutras.
King Yan went to visit the three children.
Li Yao became depressed after being poisoned and fell asleep early before it got dark. Prince Yan sent someone to call the two children, Chengke and Chengzhen, to the study.
The King of Yan said calmly, "In the future, you will have the old nanny to teach you, so you don't have to stay up late to finish your homework. You are still young, so you can learn etiquette, riding, and archery slowly, and there is no need to rush."
Cheng Ke and Cheng Zhen both lowered their heads.
The two children did not show much joy on their faces regarding King Yan's decision. When they saw the King of Yan, they were like mice seeing a cat, full of fear.
Li Chengke asked cautiously, "Father, have you locked my mother in the Buddhist temple?"
King Yan rubbed his brows and said, "No."
Li Chengke, however, did not trust her and whispered, "But...but my mother has been crying in the Buddhist temple. Father, my mother is your first wife, you can't treat her like this."
After frequently hearing the princess' complaints, Cheng Ke and Cheng Zhen gradually came to believe that the Prince of Yan was a cold-hearted and unfaithful man.
They feared the princess's oppression and the Prince of Yan's tyranny and coldness.
The King of Yan's heart seemed to be poured with a basin of ice water in winter and was chilled to the core. He clearly saw a deep chasm between him and the two children.
"Go back to your room and rest." King Yan was exhausted both physically and mentally, and asked someone to take the two children away.
It's getting darker.
King Yan sat in the room for a long time.
His beloved brother is dying, his wife and children don't trust him, and his first wife resents him in her heart.
King Yan suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of confusion in his heart. He was clearly a noble king in this world, but he seemed like a lonely man with nothing.
Prince Yan slowly stood up and left the cramped study. It was a hot and humid night, and Prince Yan was walking when he found himself at the Glazed Pavilion. Beautiful palace lanterns are hung on the eaves of the Glazed Pavilion, and the faint fragrance of lotus flowers wafts from the courtyard.
Prince Yan stopped his servant from reporting and walked into the main house with steady steps. Shen Wei was sitting at the desk practicing calligraphy. The gentle candlelight shone, forming a warm halo around Shen Wei.
She lowered her head slightly, held the brush, and wrote carefully, stroke by stroke.
Prince Yan stood at the door, watching quietly. Shen Wei, enveloped in candlelight, was like the shining sun in the night.
As if she heard some noise, Shen Wei raised her head and saw King Yan standing at the door. Shen Wei's eyes showed joy, the sun shone brightly, and she put down the brush lightly: "My lord, you are back."
Shen Wei came over happily.
Seeing the sweat on Prince Yan's forehead, she stood on tiptoe and wiped the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief. As soon as their hands touched, King Yan suddenly held Shen Wei's hand tightly.
He stared at Shen Wei and said word by word: “Weiwei, will you leave me?”
Shen Wei knew King Yan's state too well.
He is emo.
A man who falls into depression is always eager to find a spiritual haven. Ever since Shen Wei traveled through time, the King of Yan in her eyes has always been high-spirited, proud and resolute, diligent in his work and loving his people. He possesses all the qualities of a superior.
For the first time, Prince Yan showed his manly vulnerability in front of her.
This is a good thing, which means that Prince Yan has completely opened his heart to her.
Shen Wei held King Yan's hand in return. The candlelight was warm, and Shen Wei's eyes were gentle and firm: "Never leave, never abandon, and stay together through life and death."
King Yan's soul was shaken.
He hugged Shen Wei tightly, his heart softening.
It rained at night, and the raindrops hit the eaves, making a rustling sound. Shen Wei lay in bed for a long time without falling asleep, with King Yan sleeping with his eyes closed beside her pillow.
The room is quiet and there is the delicate fragrance of lotus. Chen Wei was thinking, it was rare for Prince Yan to show his vulnerable side today, maybe it had something to do with the princess. The princess raised her three children so that they were plagued by many diseases, and the fathers and daughters became estranged, causing the Prince of Yan to become depressed.
This matter alarmed the Queen, who specially sent four experienced old maids to Kunyu Courtyard to supervise and raise the child on behalf of the princess.
The princess will definitely not give up.
However, this has nothing to do with Shen Wei. The princess's attention was divided among her children, so she had no time to manage the concubines in the harem, and Shen Wei's pregnancy was a little safer.
Chen Wei stroked her still flat belly. She couldn't follow the old path of the princess. She wanted Prince Yan to participate in the child's upbringing to prevent the child from becoming alienated from his father.
...
On the same night, the Buddhist hall in Kunyu Temple was brightly lit.
The princess knelt on the cushion, the Buddhist beads in her hands creaking. Madam Liu walked into the Buddhist hall and knelt beside the princess: "Princess, the four old maids have already moved into Kunyu Courtyard. They are responsible for the diet, clothing, and schoolwork arrangements of the three young masters."
The princess was holding her Buddhist beads. The events of the past few days had happened one after another, and the princess seemed to have aged in an instant.
The princess murmured, "Where's the prince?"
Madam Liu replied, "The prince will stay at the Liuli Pavilion tonight."
The princess sneered.
This is the cold-hearted nature of men. How can the old lady in the palace compare to the beautiful new lady?
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