Witchcraft?
How did he start researching this?
Consort Shu had only heard of it before, but had never studied it.
Her gaze toward Lu Zhaolin again held a hint of inquiry.
Could it be that Lu Zhaolin is now taking a risky approach and researching witchcraft?
Could it be that he's going to use a curse on someone?
Regardless of what he studies, it's a good thing that his illness is getting better.
"Brother, please rest well. I will return to the palace today," Consort Shu said softly.
“Sister, you must be careful in the palace, and be cautious in your words and actions.” Lu Zhaolin paused after saying this, “Protect yourself, and also protect Qianqian.”
Actually, he wanted to say that he should discuss things with Mu Qianqian.
However, he was unsure whether Mu Qianqian had revealed her instincts in front of others.
Mu Qianqian pulled him back from the brink of death.
All he wants now is to get better quickly.
Besides wanting to seek justice for himself, he also had someone he wanted to protect.
"Qianqian?" Consort Shu was taken aback. "How does elder brother know about Qianqian?"
Lu Zhaolin was stunned for a moment.
“Yesterday, that brat Lu Zhaofeng brought Qianqian to see Lin’er,” Madam Lu replied.
So that's how it is.
Consort Shu did not press the matter further.
The group chatted for a few more minutes.
After Consort Shu left.
Lu Zhaolin had a wheelchair brought in.
It's been a year.
He hasn't left that bed for a year.
He raised his head and looked up at the sky.
He never dreamed that he would be able to sit up again in his lifetime.
He stared at the ancient tree in front of him.
That was the only thing he could see out the window while lying in bed every day.
The tree that had been with him for over three hundred days.
It had already withered long ago.
On the withered and broken branches, a tender bud sprouted, much like him at that moment.
A slight smile gradually spread across his lips.
The arc is getting deeper and deeper.
My vision gradually blurred.
The leaves rustled in the wind, eventually blending into his sobs.
He was never afraid of death.
But at this moment.
He felt that everything he had done before was just a joke.
And he is that clown.
My sister was grounded for a year because of him.
It's equivalent to giving birth to Mu Qianqian in the "cold palace".
She harbored no resentment towards him whatsoever; instead, she was filled with worry for him.
But the little girl who was almost killed because of him gave him a second life.
Lu Zhaolin.
You bastard!
What did you do before?
Just because of that so-called worthless "love"?
He absolutely cannot let his brother suffer again!
He swore.
A sharp glint suddenly flashed in Lu Zhaolin's eyes.
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Consort Shu then left the General's Mansion with Mu Qianqian, who was fast asleep.
The carriage bumped along the way.
Not only did it not wake Mu Qianqian.
She slept even more soundly instead.
"What's wrong with Qianqian? Why hasn't she woken up yet?" Consort Shu touched her forehead with some concern.
“Children need to sleep longer as they grow.” Bin’er replied, “Your Majesty, let me carry you. You should rest for a while; it will be another half hour before we reach the palace.”
Consort Shu nodded, handed Mu Qianqian to Bin'er, and turned her head to close her eyes.
She went to bed too late last night and was indeed tired.
Ultimately, it was because his body was too weak.
Now, no matter what she does, even the slightest movement makes her feel incredibly tired.
As the carriage moved along, the bumps and jolting became more and more severe.
"Neigh."
With a startled cry from the horse, the carriage jolted violently, and Consort Shu was nearly thrown out.
Bin'er, quick as a flash, grabbed Consort Shu's arm: "Your Majesty..."
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