The conversation between the two was heard clearly by Xiahou Chongyuan who was standing outside the window.

Xiahou Chongyuan secretly clenched his palms, but his expression was as cold and calm as usual.

"Squeak"

The door was opened and Xiahou Chongyuan quickly moved to a more private place.

Zhao Wanqiu walked out of the room and looked around cautiously. When she didn't notice anything unusual, she turned around and closed the door.

Seeing her leave, Xiahou Chongyuan did not stay any longer and turned around and left.

After leaving the house, Xiahou Chongyuan slowly spoke: "Lin Shu, keep an eye on them these days. No matter what unusual movements these people make, you must report to me in time."

"yes."

After hearing Lin Shu's response, he hurried to the palace.

The rain was much lighter than before, but the wind was still strong, and on this spring night, the wind always brought a bone-chilling chill.

This time, his legs really hurt.

…

Song Qingxue waited in the palace until the rooster crowed before finally bringing Xiahou Chongyuan back.

But seeing that his face was a little pale, he didn't care whether Mo Weixin was dead or not, and quickly helped him into the house and sat down.

She went to pull out a dry towel and said, "Take off your hair crown and wipe your hair."

Xiahou Chongyuan was very obedient. He quickly took off his hair crown, ruffled his hair, then took the handkerchief and slowly wiped the water off his hair.

"I see that you look a little pale. Did you catch a cold?" Song Qingxue stood in front of him and couldn't help but ask.

"have no idea."

"Don't you know if you feel dizzy or uncomfortable?"

"I don't know." Seeing her anxious face, he couldn't help but teasing her.

Song Qingxue's face darkened, "Then what do you know?"

"I know my legs hurt."

Song Qingxue originally didn't want to pay attention to it, but when she thought about how much rain he had been in tonight, she felt that the probability of his legs hurt was indeed very high.

"Does it really hurt?"

"Um."

"Then change your clothes quickly and I'll show you later."

Xiahou Chongyuan hummed again, but immediately said, "But there are no clothes for me here."

"Go back and change!"

"No." Xiahou Chongyuan shook his head and said, "It's already past five o'clock in the morning, and most of the palace servants are up. If I go back now, I will be exposed."

Song Qingxue: ...

When you came, why didn't you think that you would be exposed if the palace maids woke up in the morning and couldn't see you?

She was afraid that the topic of the palace maids' discussion tomorrow would be: Shock! The crippled regent abandoned his wheelchair and disappeared, only to reappear in Chang'an Palace after dawn? What on earth was going on...

Even if this kind of thing were placed on the homepage of a 21st century web browser, it would have to be classified under both the supernatural and medical miracles sections to be considered reasonable.

Xiahou Chongyuan listened to her thoughts and couldn't help but smile.

She really is the one who thinks about these weird things all day long.

"What are you laughing at?" Song Qingxue was very confused when she saw him smiling brightly.

She wondered, why didn’t she say anything just now?

Could it be that there is some magic hidden in the rain at night that turns people into fools once they get wet?

"I'm happy just looking at you." Xiahou Chongyuan answered shamelessly.

He would never admit that he laughed because he heard her thoughts, but he was even happier watching her guessing in her mind.

Song Qingxue felt a little embarrassed by what he said.

She said with an extremely unnatural expression, "What's there to be happy about? Are you happy that the palace servants will find out that you are not in Zhaohua Palace and then suspect that you are disabled?"

"Really? Why did you come to Chang'an Palace when you returned to the palace? You only cause trouble for others. I really admire you!"

Her tone became more and more fierce, but to Xiahou Chongyuan's ears, it just made him laugh.

Not only did he have to laugh, he also had to throw away his emotional intelligence and say, "You look so cute when you're embarrassed."

Song Qingxue glared at him and punched him on the shoulder. "I think you are really ill. Do you need me to call a doctor to take a look at your brain?"

"No, I only trust your medical skills, Qingxue."

“……” I was speechless.

Too lazy to chat with him, Song Qingxue simply went out and asked the palace maid to go to Zhaohua Palace to help him get clothes.

The sky is now turning white. If Xiahou Chongyuan is asked to go back by himself, he will definitely be seen by others.

However, it is difficult to explain why he came to Chang'an Palace in the middle of the night!

She tilted her head and looked at Xiahou Chongyuan, saying, "What are you going to say later? Tell others that you climbed all the way from Zhaohua Palace to Chang'an Palace?"

“This is something that needs no explanation.”

"Are you waiting for others to expose your fake disability without explaining?"

Xiahou Chongyuan looked up at her, his eyes bright, "The maids in Zhaohua Palace have served me since I was a child. Now the only one who knows about this is a maid in Chang'an Palace."

Song Qingxue was a little surprised, "Have those palace maids been serving you since you were young?"

"Well, when I established the palace, I did not take away the original maids from Zhaohua Palace."

"Is that so?" No wonder he was not afraid.

“So there’s nothing to worry about.”

"Um."

The palace maids sent by Song Qingxue were very fast, and the distance between Zhaohua Palace and Chang'an Palace was not far, so it didn't take much time to go back and forth.

However, while waiting for the palace maid to bring the clothes, Song Qingxue still helped Xiahou Chongyuan check the condition of his legs.

She reached out and pinched his legs in several places, asking if it hurt.

After taking a quick look, Song Qingxue finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's not a big deal. The spring wind and rain can be very harsh. You have to be careful not to get cold."

"Um."

"By the way, acupuncture has to continue, and you need to take some medicine to assist recovery during this period."

"good."

Hearing his answer so cleverly, Song Qingxue suddenly felt curious.

"Xiahou Chongyuan, when you heard that your legs might be crippled, why weren't you worried at all?"

"It was still urgent." He asked himself if he could remain indifferent to this, "but in that situation, it was a blessing to be able to save my life. Compared with losing my life, I was just left with a disability, which is good no matter how you look at it."

"You are really open-minded."

Apart from this sentence, she didn't even know how to praise him.

The two chatted while the palace maid took the clothes back.

Song Qingxue didn't delay, put down her clothes and turned to walk out of the house.

After closing the door, she immediately instructed the maid, "Go and make a bowl of ginger soup."

Although Xiahou Chongyuan was in good health, she was worried that he would catch a cold after being caught in the rain all night and wearing wet clothes for so long.

While waiting outside for Xiahou Chongyuan to change his clothes, Song Qingxue always felt that she had forgotten something.

It wasn't until he called her into the house that she finally remembered.

As soon as they entered, Song Qingxue asked, "Did you see Mo Weixin during your trip at night?"

"I saw it. She's not dead."

"Not dead!" Song Qingxue smiled immediately, "It's good that he's not dead, it's good that he's not dead."

"Well, as long as you lure her out, you can clear your name."

Having said that, it is not easy to lure Mo Weixin out.

He heard the entire conversation between Mo Weixin and Zhao Wanqiu in the house in the west of the city, and naturally understood what Zhao Wanqiu meant when she asked her to recuperate first.