Chapter 390
"Your Highness, please allow me to examine your pulse," the divine physician gestured for her to extend her wrist.
Shen Qingnian did as instructed, and after the divine physician took her pulse, she asked, "How is His Majesty's health?"
She was worried that the man's health might suffer from the vomiting, since he wasn't fully recovered yet.
The divine physician smiled and replied, "Please do not worry, Your Highness. His Majesty will recover soon. As for the vomiting, I will prepare some pills and refreshing oil and send them to His Majesty to relieve the vomiting."
Shen Qingnian was relieved to hear this.
After examining her pulse, the miracle doctor left with his medicine box.
As soon as Jin, who was guarding the gate, saw the divine physician come out, he immediately went forward to greet him and escorted him away from the palace.
Inside the hall.
Song Xuan continued reviewing memorials, while Shen Qingnian sat on the chaise lounge, and Xiao Ju poured her another cup of hot tea.
Shen Qingnian glanced at Xiao Ju, who had finished pouring the tea and returned to her position behind her. She wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't speak.
Just before dinner, someone brought over the pills and refreshing oil that the divine physician had cured him. After taking them, Song Xuan was indeed able to eat meat at dinner. Shen Qingnian breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.
If a person doesn't eat meat for a long time, their health will deteriorate significantly, let alone Song Xuan, who needs to use his brain to handle official business every day.
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Time passed quickly in the palace. Song Xuan's body was gradually recovering, and Shen Qingnian's tense spirit also relaxed. The days were leisurely.
She would spend her days playing in the palace and writing letters to her two little ones, Xiao Yanqing and Xiao Xi, which eased her longing quite a bit.
Soon, the night before their return to the palace arrived.
Tonight is the last night. Red candles flicker in the palace, and the faint scent of jasmine lingers. Song Xuan and Shen Qingnian lie on the bed, and the gauze curtains in the corner sway in the night breeze. At this moment, there are only the two of them in the entire palace.
"Qing Nian, I'm much better now, and I can set off for the palace tomorrow," Song Xuan said, holding the woman in his arms tightly, his voice low and somewhat hoarse.
Shen Qingnian nestled in the other's arms, feeling his slightly feverish temperature, and hummed softly, "I know you're much better now."
Just a few days ago, she could clearly feel that this person's body was getting better and better. Sometimes, as soon as she got close, she could feel that he had a reaction, just like before.
As Shen Qingnian thought this, she couldn't help but raise her hand and touch the man's lower abdomen. The man hadn't practiced martial arts for more than ten days, but the feel of this area was still the same, firm and slightly bouncy, showing no signs of regression.
Song Xuan grunted and pressed down the mischievous hand in his arms, saying in a deep voice, "Qing Nian, you are pregnant and cannot do this. If you really want to... you must wait until after three months."
As he spoke, the corners of his narrow eyes were slightly red, making him even more radiant than the person in his arms.
Seeing this, Shen Qingnian explained softly, "Your Majesty has misunderstood. I was thinking that Your Majesty hasn't practiced swordsmanship for a long time, so I assumed that Your Majesty's health might have changed..."
Upon hearing this, Song Xuan's ears turned slightly red. He knew he had misunderstood, but he still tightened his grip on the arm of the person in his arms, somewhat shamelessly—
[My darlings, this story will be ending soon. The ending was a bit difficult, so updates may be irregular. Please bear with me.]
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