Chapter 76 She's Stop Pretending
Especially when he saw that Eunuch Hu carefully placed the amulet close to his body, he didn't want to look anymore and directly looked away.
After seeing off Eunuch Hu, Madam Yao had the gold and precious medicinal herbs bestowed upon her carried to Linfeng Pavilion. She then said to Yu Zhiyi, "You don't need to come to the dining hall for meals during this period. Just have the kitchen prepare whatever you want to eat. Take good care of yourself."
Yu Zhiyi pursed her lips, wanting to ask about the suggestion from a few days ago, but Yao Shi didn't give her the chance and said to Du Ziheng, "Why aren't you sending your wife back yet?"
Du Ziheng did not object.
Yu Zhiyi: "..."
Before long, the sedan chair arrived at Linfeng Pavilion.
As soon as Yu Zhiyi's feet touched the ground, Du Ziheng walked over and tried to pick her up by the waist.
Yu Zhiyi was startled, and the defensive magic artifact on her body instantly took effect, repelling Du Ziheng.
Du Ziheng stumbled several steps and fell on his backside.
Yu Zhiyi: "..."
The young man sat on the ground, his black hair falling onto his shoulder from the shock of his earlier movement.
He turned slightly to the side, his hair falling across his face, obscuring his expression.
In that instant, his demeanor became indescribably gloomy.
“You…” Yu Zhiyi frowned.
Du Ziheng suddenly moved.
He stood up and casually brushed the dust off his clothes: "I just saw that you had difficulty moving around and wanted to carry you inside."
"No need, I can walk." He wanted to gloss over the situation, and Yu Zhiyi naturally didn't bother to say anything more to him. With Zi Yuan's help, she turned around and entered Linfeng Pavilion.
Du Ziheng stood there for a long time, his eyes vacant, seemingly lost in thought.
"Miss, what's wrong with the young master?"
Zi Yuan looked at Du Ziheng, who stood like a guardian lion at the gate, with a puzzled expression.
Yu Zhiyi shrugged: "Who knows?"
Seeing that Yu Zhiyi didn't care, Zi Yuan stopped thinking about it. She looked at Yu Zhiyi's pale face with heartache: "How could this happen? Does it hurt?"
Yu Zhiyi touched the wound on her abdomen and smiled faintly: "When you're injured, it always hurts. But it's within my tolerance range, and it doesn't hurt anymore."
Compared to mental exhaustion and emotional trauma, physical pain seems insignificant.
If she could break free from this shackle-like marriage, she would not hesitate to stab herself in the heart if she were allowed to do so.
Zi Yuan was almost in tears: "It's all my fault for being useless."
Yu Zhiyi said helplessly, "You weren't there at the time, so no matter how you're blamed, it's not your fault."
Zi Yuan's eyes and nose were red as she struggled to hold back her tears: "It's because I'm useless that I couldn't accompany Miss to the palace. If I had been there, I would never have let Miss get hurt."
She will definitely protect the young lady fiercely; if there's a knife, it will fall on her first.
"Alright, alright." Yu Zhiyi tapped the little girl's bright red nose: "You've turned into a carrot, but I'm fine, aren't I?"
"Don't worry, in this world, no one can really hurt me except God."
"If I am injured, it must be because of this injury, and I deserve it."
Zi Yuan was taken aback.
The young lady injured herself on purpose.
Even though she understood this, she was still very sad.
The young lady must have something she couldn't solve, which is why she had to resort to injury as a means to resolve it.
I just don't know if this goal has been achieved?
If she gets injured and still doesn't achieve her goal, then the young lady will be too pitiful.
Poor Yu Zhiyi rubbed her stomach and said, "Zi Yuan, I'm hungry."
"The small kitchen has been cooking porridge for a while now, I'll go get you some."
Yu Zhiyi's smile almost cracked: "...I don't want to drink porridge, I want to eat meat, I want to eat fragrant pastries, and I also want to eat seafood."
She's been drinking porridge every day in the palace for the past few days, and she's almost vomiting from it.
Unfortunately, the imperial physician said she could only drink porridge, and she couldn't say that her injury was only superficial, that it looked serious but she could actually control it and that the wound was nothing serious at all.
All I could do was drink plain porridge with tears in my eyes.
Now that she's finally back on her own turf, she just wants to have a good meal.
She's worth at least 100,000 now, if not millions, and that's not in copper coins, but in silver.
If she's so rich, yet can't even afford to eat meat, what's the point of her earning so much money?
Zi Yuan, who always obeyed her every word, was incredibly resolute today: "No, Miss. Although your wound doesn't look serious, you have to avoid certain foods once you're injured."
"The doctor said you should avoid raw and cold foods, greasy foods, meat, sweets, and alcohol."
Yu Zhiyi: "..."
Tired, let's destroy it.
The days of recuperation were bland and tasteless.
Although Yu Zhiyi could force Zi Yuan to cook delicious food, Prime Minister Du and his wife would come to see her every day and check her diet. If they found out that Zi Yuan was secretly feeding her, they would definitely be angry with her.
Yu Zhiyi didn't want Ziyuan to be punished because of her, so she had to suppress her appetite.
Hongluan visited twice while I was recovering from my injuries.
Originally, Hongluan was Yu Zhiyi's culinary partner, and many of the dishes that Yu Zhiyi knew were made by Hongluan.
In the past, when they met, Hongluan loved to feed her.
But now, Hongluan brings all sorts of precious medicinal herbs every time she comes.
Yu Zhiyi looked at the medicinal herbs, but before she even ate them, her mouth felt bitter.
Hongluan looked at her sympathetically: "Bear with it. Who told you to get hurt? Health is the foundation of everything. Only by getting better can you enjoy more delicious food in the future."
"Once you're better, I'll take a day off and cook you a big, delicious meal myself, okay?"
"Braised lion's head meatballs, spicy hot pot, barbecue, shredded pork with sweet bean sauce, boiled pork, pickled fish..."
"Stop talking," Yu Zhiyi said weakly. "If you keep talking, I'll start drooling."
Hongluan chuckled: "Promising."
Then, as if by magic, he pulled a bowl from the ordinary basket: "I asked the doctor. Although I can't eat too much meat, a small amount of minced meat is okay. I specially made vegetable, minced meat, and preserved egg congee before I came. Here, drink it."
Yu Zhiyi's eyes lit up: "!!"
After Hongluan left, Yu Zhiyi touched her swollen belly, looking completely satisfied.
Du Ziheng entered the room, staring at the pretty face with a faint smile, and remained silent for a long time.
Unable to bear the intense gaze, Yu Zhiyi opened her eyes and looked at him impatiently: "Young Master Du, is there something you need?"
Du Ziheng pursed his lips.
Since that day, she no longer pretended to be impatient with him.
"It's nothing serious. I just wanted to tell you that the mastermind behind those assassins has been found."
"Oh." Yu Zhiyi didn't react.
Du Ziheng frowned: "You knew all along?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized he had asked a stupid question.
She can even foresee the presence of assassins, so how difficult would it be for her to figure out the mastermind behind it all?
Du Ziheng has misunderstood her.
She hadn't figured it out, and in her previous life, until her accidental death, the palace never found out who was behind the assassination attempt.
Hongluan had just told her some gossip—King Zhong was punished by the emperor with more than a hundred strokes of the cane for plotting a rebellion, then demoted to a commoner and thrown into the imperial prison.
The assassination attempt happened right before, and then a prince was punished for treason. Isn't that easy to guess?
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