Chapter 49 I want him to know this feeling.
Lu Zhaoxue slowly opened her eyes. She felt a terrible headache. Before she could clear her muddled thoughts, the palace maid beside her noticed the commotion and quickly got up and ran outside.
"No..." Lu Zhaoxue said weakly, but the palace maid had already rushed out and didn't hear Lu Zhaoxue's attempt to stop her.
A moment later, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the hall. Lu Zhaoxue's heart tightened, and she subconsciously turned her head away, burying her face in the inner side of the bed.
Chu Huaiyu walked straight to Lu Zhaoxue's bedside and sat down, his gaze falling on Lu Zhaoxue's pale and haggard face.
Seeing that she didn't want to look at him, Chu Huaiyu reached out and grasped both of her hands. The grip was light, but it carried an unyielding stubbornness that made it impossible for her to break free.
Lu Zhaoxue struggled to pull her hand back, but Chu Huaiyu's hand was like an iron clamp, holding her tightly and refusing to let go. He remained in that position, silently watching her for a long time. Chu Huaiyu's eyes were dark, and no one could understand the turmoil in his heart.
After a while, Chu Huaiyu called out to summon the imperial physician. Then, Chu Huaiyu pulled Lu Zhaoxue into his arms and held her tightly, causing Lu Zhaoxue to stiffen again.
When the imperial physician entered carrying his medicine chest, his gaze unconsciously swept across her face with curiosity. Upon meeting Chu Huaiyu's cold eyes, he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at her any longer.
During the pulse diagnosis, the room was silent. After a moment, the imperial physician bowed and reported: "Your Majesty, Miss Lu's pulse is gradually stabilizing, and her health is temporarily fine. However, she is deficient in qi and blood and needs to rest well for some time."
Chu Huaiyu nodded slightly and waved for the imperial physician to leave. Once again, only the two of them remained in the hall. Chu Huaiyu then spoke slowly, his tone low and calm: "You should stay here and take good care of yourself. If you need anything, just tell the palace servants."
Lu Zhaoxue's throat was so dry and painful that her voice was hoarse. She ignored what Chu Huaiyu said and stared at him with a hint of urgency and fear: "How is Siheng?"
Chu Huaiyu's voice turned colder: "He's fine. I've already sent the imperial physician to take care of him." After saying that, a strange anger rose in Chu Huaiyu's heart.
Lu Zhaoxue raised her head, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes. She couldn't rest easy until she saw Chu Siheng and confirmed his condition with him personally. She was afraid that Chu Huaiyu was lying to her.
"Then...can I go see him?"
Chu Huaiyu's expression was indifferent as his gaze fell on Lu Zhaoxue's pale, almost transparent face. His tone carried a deliberate cruelty: "Are you sure you want to see him now?"
Lu Zhaoxue froze, as if she had been deeply wounded by those words, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Yes, Chu Siheng must hate her to death right now, hate her for her ambiguous relationship, hate her for making him suffer such humiliation.
She knew that anything she said now would sound like an excuse, and he might no longer believe her, or even have begun to hate her...
But she really wanted to tell Chu Siheng that, without his knowledge, she had already let go of all her concerns and accepted his feelings; she had even dreamed of a future with him…
Lu Zhaoxue wanted Chu Siheng to know her feelings, so she took a deep breath, raised her head to meet Chu Huaiyu's gaze, and whispered, "Then if I want to see him now, is that alright?"
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