Chapter 91 Can we stay like before?
Meng Yan accompanied the imperial carriage into the Yangxin Palace, and arranged for the palace servants to help Lu Haozhi to lie down in the inner hall. She also hurriedly ordered people to find the Yangxin Pills kept by the emperor, and dissolve one pill in hot water for Lu Haozhi to eat.
Although the Yangxin Pill may not be the right medicine for the condition, Lu Haozhi currently has no way of diagnosing what the disease is. So it is good that it can temporarily relieve his pain.
Lu Haozhi lay on the couch, feeling as if his heart was being stabbed by a knife, but when he saw Meng Yan busy working for him, he still felt a little relieved in his heart.
As expected...she still has him in her heart.
It's not just that he is respected as the emperor, but also because of Lu Haozhi.
He is the emperor in front of everyone, except Meng Yan. He hopes that the person in her heart is Lu Haozhi.
The emperor fell ill again, and the Yangxin Palace was in chaos. Fortunately, Meng Yan was in charge, and the palace servants were in chaos for only a short while before they calmed down and obeyed orders.
In the Yangxin Palace, things gradually became orderly.
Meng Yan took the dissolved potion, took a spoon, and helped Lu Haozhi take the medicine.
Since she was here, she might as well do her job to avoid being criticized in the future and being criticized by foreign officials.
After a lifetime, she was no longer accustomed to the scolding of those court officials. However, the empress dowager was on her way back to the capital and would be back soon. She could not bear to hear the old man nagging her again.
Meng Yan still has a lot of respect and gratitude for the Queen Mother. After all, in her previous life in the palace, the Queen Mother was considered an elder who took care of her.
The two of them didn't say anything. Meng Yan fed the medicine to Lu Haozhi and he took the medicine. The scene was peaceful.
Lu Haozhi looked at her, his gaze like the scorching summer sun outside the window, sticking to Meng Yan's body with burning glue, making her feel a little uncomfortable.
"...Your Majesty, you look at me like this, but what's wrong with my behavior?"
Feeling uncomfortable being stared at by him, Meng Yan couldn't help but ask.
Lu Haozhi twitched his lips and revealed a weak smile, "My Yan'er is incredibly beautiful."
When Meng Yan heard this, she felt a little itchy on her back. This man has heart disease, and what other problems has he developed from the pain?
"...After watching for so many years, I thought Your Majesty had grown tired of it."
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Meng Yan felt a little annoyed. These words sounded like a complaint or a prank.
"I have spoken out of turn, Your Majesty, please do not blame me."
Lu Haozhi's eyes lit up a little, and he smiled slightly, "I don't blame you, Yan'er. If you still talk to me like this in the future... can we just stay like before?"
Like before?
Was it like when they first got married, when he held her in the palm of his hand, or was it like when they turned against each other in the previous life?
Although Lu Haozhi knew nothing, for Meng Yan, that was all in the past.
Meng Yan thought a little dazedly, and the scene of the imperial decree in her previous life coming down and crippling her suddenly appeared before her eyes.
After a thousand thoughts in her mind, she finally lowered her eyes and said, "Your Majesty, I think the current situation is good enough. After all, time cannot be reversed, and we cannot return to the past."
She was really tired of the hypocrisy these days, and perhaps it would be better to make things clear.
Perhaps it was the effect of the Yangxin Pill, but the pain in Lu Haozhi's chest had gradually subsided. His eyes were heavy, and after a while he asked, "Yan'er, why do you insist on doing this? You...are determined to alienate me."
Seeing that the medicine in the bowl was used up, Meng Yan put the bowl aside, took the wrung-out towel from the palace maid, leaned over and gently and carefully wiped the medicine stains on his lips.
The warm and fragrant body fragrance wafted into Lu Haozhi's nose, making him intoxicated.
"Your Majesty, I am still your Imperial Concubine and will continue to serve you wholeheartedly. However, other concubines cannot do the same. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."
Meng Yan spoke calmly, her gaze wandering around, but she didn't look into his eyes.
Lu Haozhi listened in silence. When she wanted to stand up, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and held her to his chest.
"Is it for Lin Yanrong?"
He had a hunch that Meng Yan's recent strange behavior, and even all the changes in the palace, were related to this woman.
But she was just a small concubine, and even with the support of Ningshou Palace, her power was limited. How could she have such power? Why should Meng Yan take her seriously?
Meng Yan didn't answer, which Lu Haozhi saw as her agreement.
"You are the Imperial Concubine, and she is just a maid. Why bother with such a grudge? Besides, I won't..."
"Your Majesty," Meng Yan interrupted Lu Haozhi before he could finish. "I'm sorry for being so presumptuous. It's true that I'm of a low rank, but it's different if I'm favored by you. Of course, you're the emperor, so I have no right to interfere in your actions."
Lu Haozhi stared at her, his eyes wandering over her jade-like face. "Meng Yan, have you ever believed in me even a little bit?"
How could she be so sure that he would favor that Lin? She wouldn't allow him to explain or refute it, insisting that he was having an affair with that Lin?
The rumors about the incident in the Imperial Garden should have been dispelled long ago. He had originally thought that she had gone to the Yangxin Palace to argue with him out of a momentary fit of anger, but he hadn't expected her to still hold it in her heart.
So what has their relationship been like over the years?
"Your Majesty, Imperial Physician Xiahou has arrived."
At this stalemate, Rong An came in and knelt down to report.
When Lu Haozhi heard this, he had no choice but to let Meng Yan go. She straightened her clothes and stood aside.
Xiahou Yu stepped into the hall, bowed to the two men first, and then went forward to see the patient.
After looking, smelling, asking and checking, Xiahou Yu's thick black eyebrows were twisted together.
Seeing this, Meng Yan found an excuse to go to the outer hall, called Xia Houyu out, and asked, "Have you figured out what's wrong with the emperor's strange illness?"
Xiahou Yu slowly shook his head. "Your Majesty's pulse is steady and everything is fine. That's why I'm so surprised."
This statement coincides with Meng Yan's previous diagnosis.
If there are no symptoms, how can I feel so heartbroken? The symptoms that cannot be diagnosed are the most terrifying.
Meng Yan glanced towards the Yangxin Palace and whispered, "No matter what, we must do our utmost to ensure the emperor's health."
He is the emperor of the Great Zhou. For the sake of the country and the people, he cannot afford to get into trouble.
Xiahou Yu cupped his hands and said in a resounding voice, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. I know the importance of this matter."
Meng Yan nodded slightly, walked to the door again, held the door with one hand, and hesitated whether to go in again.
They were feeling awkward before Xia Houyu came.
"Yan'er, come back."
Lu Haozhi's voice rang out from inside the hall.
Meng Yan went in and walked back to the bed.
Lu Haozhi glanced at her twice, without mentioning the previous matter, and only said, "Don't rush back. Burn incense another day. Stay with me for a while."
Meng Yan nodded in agreement and stayed by his bedside.
While Lu Haozhi was reading memorials, she would read some miscellaneous books on the side, and sometimes she would serve him tea and water. She would not return to Changchun Palace until she had served him dinner in the evening.
Lu Haozhi stood by the window, watching the imperial concubine's procession gradually moving away outside the palace. His heart felt heavy, and he didn't know what to feel.
He could clearly do whatever he wanted to her, but he could never open his mouth. Meng Yan's charming eyes always overlapped with the eyes in his dream.
He had been plagued by strange dreams for some time. The dreams were bizarre and incomprehensible. In them, he clearly disliked and even loathed Lin Yanrong, yet he repeatedly summoned her to the Yangxin Palace. Meng Yan constantly argued with him about this, even though nothing had happened, and he kept giving vague explanations, leading to frequent arguments that ended in acrimony.
In his dreams, Meng Yan seemed to be in constant trouble. All the harmful schemes in the palace were related to her, and she never argued or explained. He always felt that something was wrong and wanted to investigate, but he always encountered an unknown resistance and eventually gave up.
The bond and trust between the two of them was eroded step by step.
In the end, the two seemed to have had a fierce argument. Meng Yan's eyes were full of sadness and resentment, but Lu Haozhi couldn't hear clearly what she said.
He just felt like his heart was being torn out and was in excruciating pain.
Whenever he woke up from a dream, whether it was night or morning, he would always feel a huge sense of sadness enveloping Lu Haozhi.
Meng Yan returned to Changchun Palace, had her meal and washed up, rested for a while, and then went to bed with Doukou in her arms.
I lay down, but couldn't fall asleep.
"Meng Yan, have you ever believed in me even a little bit?"
This sentence kept circling in her mind. She used to believe it, Meng Yan thought lightly.
The next day, the sun was shining brightly. Meng Yan dressed up carefully and gave instructions to everyone in Changchun Palace. She asked the small kitchen to prepare meals and asked Ruizhu and Yunxiang to take out the snow water that had been stored for years to make tea.
Her brother, Meng Changyuan, the prince of Yiyang Marquisate, will enter the palace today.
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