Chapter 133 The Flow of Time
Chu Huaiyu gazed at her greedily, wanting only to etch Lu Zhaoxue's serene and beautiful appearance firmly into the deepest part of his heart.
No matter how time flows, it will not erase it in the slightest.
Suddenly, Lu Zhaoxue seemed to realize something.
She paused slightly in the hand holding the storybook, and looked up at the entrance of the palace.
The moment their eyes met, the air seemed to freeze for a moment. A hint of surprise flashed across Lu Zhaoxue's eyes, followed by a look of delight.
But her hand holding the storybook unconsciously tightened.
Lu Zhaoxue composed herself and softly called out, "Your Majesty? You're awake?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she frowned slightly and asked with concern, "Why has His Majesty come so soon?"
"Your injuries haven't fully healed yet. Why aren't you resting in your bedchamber? What are you doing here in such a hurry?"
After saying that, Lu Zhaoxue made a gesture as if she wanted to sit up and get out of bed.
Chu Huaiyu sensed the worry in Lu Zhaoxue's tone, and he was secretly delighted.
Sure enough, even if Zhaoxue appears calm on the surface, she still cares about me...
It was worth the injury...
Then, when Chu Huaiyu saw Lu Zhaoxue trying to get up, his heart tightened, and he disregarded the pain in his chest and quickly stepped forward.
Chu Huaiyu gently pressed down on her shoulder, his strength gentle yet firm, and pressed Lu Zhaoxue back onto the bed.
"Zhaoxue, don't move," Chu Huaiyu said softly, her voice full of tenderness.
"You're pregnant now, and your body is heavy, so you should lie down and not get up and move around."
As he spoke, Chu Huaiyu reached out and pulled over the brocade quilt beside him, carefully tucking the edges around her. His fingertips inadvertently touched Lu Zhaoxue's slightly cool hand, so he gently covered it with his palm to warm it for her.
"I'm fine. I just woke up and wanted to come see you. I'll only be at ease when I see you're alright with my own eyes."
Looking at his pale face, Lu Zhaoxue's eyes were full of heartache.
She reached out and gently stroked his cheek, her fingertips touching the thin layer of sweat still damp on Chu Huaiyu's forehead, her tone growing increasingly worried:
"Your Majesty, you look so pale. Is your wound hurting again?"
"I already told you there was no need for you to come over. I'm perfectly fine now. Just have a palace maid send a message and I'll come over."
Chu Huaiyu took her hand, kissed it gently, his eyes filled with tenderness.
He shook his head and said, "I'm fine. As long as I see you and the child are alright, this little pain is nothing."
Eunuch Wei brought a soft stool with a cushion for Chu Huaiyu and placed it next to Lu Zhaoxue's bed. After Chu Huaiyu slowly sat down, his gaze fell on Lu Zhaoxue's protruding belly.
His eyes held even more expectation and appreciation.
Chu Huaiyu bent down and gently stroked Lu Zhaoxue's lower abdomen, his fingertips moving so gently they were almost cautious.
This child carries all his hopes, his and Lu Zhaoxue's child.
His voice was low but filled with precious expectation: "In a few more months, this child will be born."
Chu Huaiyu's gaze swept across Lu Zhaoxue's face, and he said solemnly, "If he is a boy, I will immediately issue an edict to make him the crown prince, and I will personally teach him to read, write, ride horses, and shoot arrows."
"I will also teach him the art of being an emperor and the way of checks and balances, so that he can steadily shoulder the responsibility of this vast empire in the future."
Changing the subject, Chu Huaiyu patted Lu Zhaoxue's hand gently with delight, her eyes filled with tenderness and affection.
"If she is a girl, she will be the most precious treasure in my heart. I will bestow upon her the title of eldest princess, the most honorable title, and a fiefdom."
"I will give her all the honors I can, and I will not let her suffer the slightest grievance. She only needs to grow up carefree and happy, to be the one and only precious jewel of this Great Zhou Dynasty."
After hearing this, Lu Zhaoxue nodded gently, her eyes becoming even more tender.
She wondered if Siheng felt the same way.
The hall was quiet, a gentle breeze blew, and the sunlight was just right.
Chu Huaiyu watched Lu Zhaoxue silently, his eyes filled with joy, feeling completely immersed in happiness.
At this moment, the air inside Chengqian Palace is filled with warmth, as if the pain and turmoil of the past have been transformed into the gentle tranquility of time.
But how long can such a beautiful scene last...?
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