Chapter 47 Chapter 47 All Good Things Must Come to an End
Lingchuan wanted to knock Gu Shi's hand away, but he couldn't get angry in such a situation.
She had no choice but to turn her head and look at Qin Sizhao. Somehow, his face coincided with the childish look in her memory. However, she had never noticed the teardrop mole under Qin Sizhao's eyes when she was a child, and she only thought he looked like a little girl.
Today he was wearing a blue suit, the same as hers.
Seeing him kneeling on the ground and bowing to him seriously, Lingchuan felt like laughing for no reason. He covered his mouth with his sleeves and forced back the smile.
“No…no need to be polite…”
He stood up respectfully and stepped aside. Lingchuan put down his sleeves, but felt very desolate.
Gu Shi reached out and helped her sit down. The sounds of sheng, guan, xiao and flute entered Lingchuan's ears, and the lingering scent of incense entered her nose. In front of her was a bright, dense crowd of colorful people.
The powder was densely smeared on her face, and her eyes were itchy because of the makeup. For the sake of her demeanor, Lingchuan could only resist rubbing her eyes, and she only felt that the headdress was getting heavier and heavier.
His vision, smell, hearing, and touch were all filled with too much information. Lingchuan touched his slightly numb chin.
Her body trembled slightly from the sensory overload, and she could only try her best to clear her mind.
Gu Shi reached out and touched the tassel on her hairpin. A fine gem was sandwiched between his fingers, reflecting a clear light.
Lingchuan looked extraordinarily elegant today. Gu Shi smiled triumphantly, as if he was showing off to Qin Sizhao.
Qin Sizhao was just a commoner, how could he afford to give her gold, silver, jewelry, silk and satin? He could not give her anything.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for my rudeness... I used to be a doctor, and I see that your Majesty's expression seems amiss."
Qin Sizhao spoke, and his voice immediately brought Lingchuan's thoughts back to the banquet.
She was afraid that something might happen again, so she reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead and wiped off a small amount of powder.
Gu Shi's forehead veins popped. What did Ling Chuan's expression mean? Why was he staring at his wife?
"Based on my experience, Your Majesty seems to have a fever. Acupuncture at the Dazhui point will reduce the fever."
Gu Shi’s smile froze on his face.
"Your Majesty, please reach out and touch the Queen's forehead. A doctor's heart is filled with compassion, and I truly cannot bear to see anyone suffer from illness."
Lingchuan touched his forehead, then reached out and touched Gu Shi's.
"It seems like my forehead is a little hot."
Gu Shi felt as if he had punched cotton, his face cold. What did Qin Sizhao mean by this? Was he accusing him of neglecting her? Of not fulfilling his responsibility to take good care of her?
"Since the queen is ill, she needs to go back and rest. She cannot attend banquets. Banquets are full of rich and greasy foods that are not suitable for patients."
"Lord Qin is truly kind-hearted and loyal."
The minister, who was completely unaware of the situation, applauded from the sidelines.
Gu Shi's expression changed. Seeing that his expression was not right, Lingchuan quickly spoke.
"I'd better go back and see the doctor first."
After saying that, Lingchuan covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and began to cough artificially. Gu Shi had no choice but to nod.
Two palace maids surrounded Lingchuan and sent him back to the palace. Gu Shi instantly lost the desire to attend the banquet.
Qin Sizhao looked at him with a blaming look, as if he had ignored Lingchuan's health and forced her.
He sat with his legs spread out in his seat, assuming the posture of a superior and pretending to be calm. Lingchuan was his wife and would always be his wife in the future.
He had to cut off his confusion and uneasiness, and the root of this uneasiness was Lingchuan.
Maybe Lingchuan and Qin Sizhao were plotting something, or maybe she hated him to the core and pretended to be affectionate to coax him.
Gu Shi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, as if a poisonous snake had bitten his heart.
If Lingchuan continued to make him suffer like this, he would rather Lingchuan die.
This thought appeared in Gu Shi's mind like a bubble rising from the dark seabed, scaring him.
How could he wish Lingchuan to die? He clearly loved Lingchuan.
Her eyes were bold and always flashed with cruelty. He loved those eyes deeply, but also feared them deeply. It had always been the same and had never changed.
All good things must come to an end. Gu Shi returned to the palace like a walking corpse.
He entered the bedroom and lifted the thin and beautiful gauze curtain in front of the bed. Lingchuan was no longer the gorgeous girl she looked at the banquet.
She took off her makeup and lay on the bed wearing only a thin undershirt, with her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted, and her skin cold.
He touched her cheek and suspected that she had turned into a female corpse.
Looking at her black temples, Gu Shi whispered a poem in her ear.
"I can't dream of an ice mat and a silver bed."
Lingchuan didn't wake up. In that case, let's just assume she's dead.
Gu Shi felt a sense of relief for no reason. If only this were the case, all his pain would end and he would be free.
He looked Lingchuan up and down with the eyes of looking at a female corpse, recalling everything that had happened between him and Lingchuan.
He thought, maybe he had never loved Lingchuan.
He recalled how Lingchuan would pull his collar and cry loudly when she was still in the palace. She always held the brush in a crude manner and wrote very unskilled and flamboyant characters.
He thought that Lingchuan was just dominating him emotionally, causing the most vulnerable part of his heart to react to her.
But this is not necessarily love.
Just thinking about Lingchuan's death would give Gu Shi a sense of security after losing something. Rather than staying in fear and being constantly tortured, it is better to have a reality of having nothing.
He thought that if he lost Lingchuan, all his anger at being betrayed would subside, and he would no longer have to waste his emotions on her.
Gu Shi walked to Lingchuan's dressing table, picked up the silver hairpin that she treasured, and looked at it carefully.
The image of the silver hairpin inserted in her hair was still vivid in his mind, and everything that happened back then appeared clearly before his eyes.
She walked into his palace with her back straight and fearlessly. Her hair was thick and black, and it was all fixed with this silver hairpin.
She was sitting on the bed, and he was behind her. When he suddenly pulled out the silver hairpin, her hair slid down from her shoulders to her bare back like an avalanche.
In his memory, Lingchuan turned her face to the side. Gu Shi remembered that her teeth were biting her bloody lower lip and she was staring at him intently.
Gu Shi smiled smugly in front of her dressing mirror. He could now recall the past without any distractions.
He must not love her, the pain can end.
"Gu Shi, what are you doing?"
Lingchuan sat up from the bed, rubbing his eyes drowsily.
She gathered her long black hair to her shoulders and looked at him with hazy eyes, her dark eyelashes drooping at the corners of her eyes.
Gu Shi's shoulders shook as if he had been stabbed.
He turned his head to look at her round shoulders under her black hair, as if a ball of catkins was stuck in his throat.
She got out of bed, took a few quick steps, and hugged him.
Her body temperature was indeed higher than usual, and it was hot against him. Gu Shi hated being enveloped by this hot and uneasy feeling.
But he had to go on, his suffering was not over yet.
Lingchuan is still alive and will continue to torture him until he dies.
"Gu Shi..."
She called his name in a slightly hoarse voice, put her face on his chest and snuggled up to him.
"Are you really sick?"
"Well, the female doctor came to see me... She said I had caught a cold and had been ill for several days... After acupuncture, the fever subsided."
"Why didn't you ask someone to take a look? Why did you have to wait until now?"
Gu Shi controlled himself from putting his hands on her back.
"I didn't notice anything. I just felt hot and cold by turns, and I couldn't muster any energy."
"Isn't that an illness?"
"I thought I was in a bad mood..."
Her blouse was embroidered with soft little flowers, and her black hair was loose. She was unparalleled in beauty, but Gu Shi felt vaguely threatened.
"If you feel uncomfortable, go to bed and rest."
Gu Shi just answered coldly without showing any extra concern.
Lingchuan nodded, tested the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand, and lay back on the bed, supporting himself with one hand, twisting his waist to the side, his clothes loose, revealing his clear collarbone and white neck.
A beautiful woman lying on the bed with her shoulders half exposed should be an invitation that would please any man.
But Gu Shi only felt a threat.
Her jet-black hair shone with an ebony-like luster all the way to the roots, but Gu Shi thought that the hair was like a bunch of seaweed at the bottom of the lake that was strangling him to death.
He mustered up his courage, like a young man who was determined to spend a night with a beautiful python, walked to the couch and lay down beside Lingchuan.
Lingchuan hugged him, and her face was pressed affectionately against his chest.
"Gu Shi, why are you so unhappy?"
"What man in the world can be happy after being cheated on by his wife?"
"What did I lie to you about?"
Lingchuan buried his head deeper.
"You must be hiding something from me."
Gu Shi said it solemnly.
If someone shows kindness to you for no reason, he is either a traitor or a thief. If Lingchuan had not done anything wrong to him, she would not be so gentle and affectionate to him. She is the kind of woman who will get back ten times the loss she suffered.
Lingchuan leaned on his shoulder and said:
"You're too suspicious, always suspecting I have ulterior motives. Can't I just be your wife wholeheartedly?"
Lingchuan kissed him.
She showed a gentle smile, just like a girl immersed in love. Gu Shi's heart was pounding, wondering what kind of conspiracy was hidden in her sweet smile.
He couldn't help but put his hand on Lingchuan's neck. His hands were shaking. Lingchuan was completely unaware of his dying murderous intent and just tenderly put his neck on his hand.
"I love you with all my heart."
As Lingchuan was speaking, she heard a rather strange tune coming from outside the window. It was the secret code that Huang Xing had agreed upon with her last time.
Her expression changed. Why did Huang Xing choose this time to come over...
There was no way she could contact Huang Xing under Gu Shi's nose.
what to do?
Cold sweat broke out from her forehead.
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