Playing in the water at night can lead to illness.
When Wen Hemian woke up the next day, she felt tired all over, but not as uncomfortable as the first time. Xie Lang controlled his strength and did not leave too many unsightly marks on her body.
She slapped Xie Lang's hand as he reached for her waist, and instinctively became alert when she touched the burning heat on his body.
"you……"
The words had barely left his mouth when Xie Lang sneezed.
Wen Hemian immediately straightened up, not wanting to waste words with him, and reached out to touch his forehead.
In the early years, the little one was thin and sick several times. It was during these times that Wen Hemian took care of him personally and gained some experience.
As he grew older, he rarely got sick. When he did get sick occasionally, he would hold her hand and act cute.
This time is different.
The moment Wen Heming touched his forehead, Xie Lang reflexively turned his head away, stubbornly saying, "It's nothing."
"You have a fever."
Wen Hemian's expression suddenly turned serious. What she cared about most was her health, and she couldn't bear to see Xie Lang ruin his body.
"Do not shy away from seeking medical help, Your Majesty."
After lecturing her, Wen Hemian got up, put on her clothes, and quickly walked to the door, knocking: "Laixi."
They disliked being served closely, so the palace servants waited outside. Lai Xi did not rush in upon hearing the voice, but instead asked, "This servant is here. May I ask what orders Lord Wen has?"
Wen Hemian: "Go and fetch the imperial physician; His Majesty is ill."
Lai Xi was startled: "Yes, Your Majesty, I'll go right away!"
After saying that, I heard hurried footsteps as they left.
Wen Hemian returned and quickly changed her clothes during the break, otherwise it would be embarrassing for everyone to see her disheveled.
Xie Lang tried to get up, but she glared at him and said, "Sit still and wait for the imperial physician to come and see you."
He insisted on playing in the water, but then he got sick. Wen Hemian was both angry and amused, and didn't know what to say to him.
Xie Lang coughed guiltily, sensing the anger in her words, and could only back down and obediently sit on the bed to wait for the imperial physician to arrive.
While he was getting dressed, Wen Hemian poured him a glass of warm water. The young man sat on the bed, holding the teacup in both hands, and slowly drank it, displaying a docile nature that was different from that of a wild beast.
Lai Xi thought something serious had happened, so he immediately summoned the Imperial Physician. When he opened the door, he saw the two people sitting on the bed and in a chair, seemingly at peace.
The imperial physician remained calm and bypassed him to take the emperor's pulse.
The result came shortly afterward.
"Your Majesty's pulse is rapid and weak, indicating a fever due to wind-cold. I will prescribe a medicine to dispel the wind and clear the heat. If you develop a high fever during the process, please take good care of you, Lord Wen."
The Imperial Medical Academy judged that he subconsciously spoke to Wen Heming.
After all, that's how it was originally.
Wen Heming remained expressionless: "Alright, thank you, Your Honor."
The imperial physician nodded, seeing that there was nothing more for him to do, and went out with his medicine box to write prescriptions and prepare the medicine.
Wen Heming stepped forward and touched Xie Lang's forehead again. It was a little hot, but still within an acceptable range.
Upon seeing this, Lai Xi hurriedly went out and fetched a basin of cool water, wrung out a towel, and applied it to His Majesty the Emperor's head.
Wen Hemian sat on the edge of the bed with a half-smile: "That's good, it's rare to see you sick. Will you still go swimming next time?"
Because of the fever, Xie Lang's whole body was a little hot, especially in this weather. Before long, his back was slightly damp with sweat, and his eyes were unusually misty and vulnerable, like a listless little dog.
Hearing Wen Hemian bring up the topic, he visibly perked up, but showed no remorse whatsoever, and said decisively, "I want more."
Although their relationship changed somewhat after they talked things out, Wen Hemian still gave off a cold and distant impression during the day. Only at night could Xie Lang see the beautiful scenery that belonged only to him. It was so tempting, how could he give it up so easily?
Wen Hemian choked, staring at him warily: "You're sick, aren't you!"
He brought this on himself and doesn't deserve her sympathy.
Xie Lang chuckled softly, his head throbbing slightly, but it was nothing compared to when he was having an attack. He could still barely manage to keep an eye on Wen Hemian's every move.
Wen Hemian couldn't persuade him to stop his stubbornness, and since it didn't bother him, she just let him be.
Being an emperor is miserable. While officials can take sick leave, when the emperor is sick, the memorials he submits don't just disappear; they only pile up.
Unable to bear the thought of worrying, Wen Hemian picked up his pen and began to deal with the matter bit by bit.
Now look what's happened! She's paid back yesterday's share, but she's also gotten herself into trouble. No matter how you look at it, she's the one who lost out.
A heavy ink dot fell on the memorial. Wen Heming stared intently, silently urging himself to remain calm, and continued to review it.
Since it concerned the Emperor's health, the Imperial Medical Academy acted swiftly. About an hour later, they brought over a large, dark bowl of the prepared medicine, which looked daunting.
Xie Lang frowned as he was forced to drink it.
Wen Heming was sitting by the window, diligently reviewing memorials, too busy to pay attention to him, much less to offer him candied fruit.
Lai Xi brought up a small dish of candied fruit, but Xie Lang waved his hand and said, "Go down."
He's not a child anymore, and he's not afraid of hardship.
Lai Xi shook his head inwardly and had no choice but to take it back untouched.
Xie Lang casually ripped the handkerchief off his forehead and threw it into the basin, then got out of bed and sidled up to sit next to Wen Hemian.
Wen Hemian stared intently at the commemorative document in her hand, trying to ignore the large Emperor who was trying to snuggle into her arms.
She remained silent, while Xie Lang continued to relentlessly tinker with his own affairs.
After thinking for a long time, he reluctantly leaned on her shoulder.
It felt quite heavy, and Wen Heming felt a weight on his shoulders.
Xie Lang seemed quite content, gently inhaling her sweet fragrance while closing his eyes and slowing his breathing to rest.
The paper rustled as it was turned over, and the medicine seemed to take effect. Xie Lang began to feel drowsy and didn't even realize when the sound stopped.
In a hazy state, I heard someone say "open your mouth," and then a piece of candied fruit was stuffed into my mouth.
It was sweet, and he chewed it up unconsciously and swallowed it.
Lai Xi observed silently, unable to resist widening her eyes and looking at Wen Hemian with more admiration, thinking that as expected, Lord Wen really had a way.
Wen Hemian smiled gently, her eyebrows arching. Looking at the ailing emperor, she saw that he had shed his serious and cold demeanor and had become more childlike, which made him quite pitiful.
Fortunately, Xie Lang did not catch fire later.
Around noon, he woke up on his own, seemingly extremely sleepy, barely able to open his eyes. He groaned twice, calling out "Hanshuang," and clung to her, refusing to let go.
Wen Hemian immediately reverted to his cold and ruthless state, as if he wasn't the one who had fed the candied fruit earlier: "Get up if you're awake, my shoulders are sore."
Upon hearing this, Xie Lang gradually came to his senses and finally opened his eyes. As he stood up, he reached out and pinched her shoulder, saying very attentively, "Grand Tutor, you've worked hard. Let me massage it for you."
Putting everything else aside, his massage was indeed very comfortable. Wen Hemian's tone softened a bit: "Does your head still hurt?"
Her observations were so meticulous that Xie Lang was taken aback, his throat tightened, and he couldn't quite express his feelings.
He immediately smiled and shook his head: "No."
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