He leaned on the table and sat down again, unable to resist wiping away his tears.
Just then, the waiter called out to serve the dishes, breaking the oppressive atmosphere.
The aroma of fresh, spicy, and numbing flavors wafts over, carrying a strong sense of everyday life.
The Emperor Emeritus picked up a piece of spicy stir-fried eel and put it in his mouth.
Perhaps because of the drink he had just had, he didn't feel unwell at all and even had a rare, hearty appetite.
"Zhong Yuan, don't look so gloomy. Have a few more drinks with me. And you, little girl, I'll repay you for the meal you treated me to today."
After that, no one mentioned having Jiang Qingwan treat the illness again.
After drinking, the Emperor Emeritus was unusually energetic and chatted about all sorts of things, sharing his rich experiences and unique insights, which delighted Jiang Qingwan.
Both jars of pear blossom wine were completely emptied.
Zhong Yuan didn't dare to drink too much, and helped the unsteady Emperor Emeritus walk out.
Jiang Qingwan paid the bill and then came out with them.
"Huichuntang is not far from here, I'll take you there by carriage."
The retired emperor waved his hand, his flushed face losing its sickly appearance and instead displaying a tenacity that came with the last gasp of his strength.
"No need, I feel that I can ride a horse for thousands of miles now."
Jiang Qingwan didn't say anything more, and took Qinghui's hand to get into the car.
But someone gently tugged at her sleeve.
She turned around and saw a thin, old man with gray hair. His drunken eyes were filled with confusion, and he looked aggrieved and helpless.
"Yanyan, can you come back and see me? Just once, just once."
Zhong Yuan was so frightened that he quickly pulled him away.
She also looked around warily, as if saying "Yanyan" would bring about something terrible.
"Madam Jiang, we...we'll take our leave now."
Watching the two staggering figures supporting each other.
Jiang Qingwan gently shook her head.
I didn't think much about who "Yanyan" was.
She and Qinghui went to the money exchange to deposit the gold before returning to the palace.
After getting off the carriage, he didn't rush to push open the door and go inside.
"Qinghui, you'll have to work hard these next few days and keep an eye on Qin Minglang. No matter what he does, who he meets, or what he says, just watch and remember. Don't get close or stop him. Report to me every morning for seven days."
Qingsui was puzzled.
Why seven days?
Jiang Qingwan said, "Because that talisman only lasts for seven days."
Today's illusion is bait she left in Qin Minglang's heart.
Fear and doubt would surely urge him to see the black crow's master again.
This time, she's going to have a good talk with that person.
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