Upon entering the inner palace of the Eastern Palace, the first thing He Lin did was...
She walked up to He Jinran and, just like last time, tugged at the corner of his blanket.
"Jin'er, it's not good to always be under the covers."
He Jinran: "Father, didn't you leave?" He tried to lower his voice as much as possible.
Nineteen, trapped under the quilt, couldn't resist the itch in her throat and coughed softly, causing He Lin to frown.
"Your father is worried about you." Jin'er, you're finally willing to speak. Your father thought you were sick and that your personality had become withdrawn.
He Jinran pursed his lips: "I'm fine."
"Jin'er, your father is leaving. Aren't you going to see him off?" Upon hearing this, He Lin quickly shook his head.
"Alright, you should just focus on getting better."
"Father." He Jinran lifted the corner of the blanket, revealing only his eyes.
In fact, it was too stuffy under the covers, and he couldn't stand it anymore.
To cover up his lie, he covered the lower half of his face with a mask. "I want to go with Daddy."
"No!" He Lin finally saw his son and felt a little relieved.
"Let Father see what's wrong with your face."
He Jinran stepped back, knowing that His Majesty would not agree.
There's no point in saying more, but he really, really wanted to go with his father.
To be honest, he didn't want to stay in Tianjin any longer.
Furthermore, on the way, he could also visit his master and his two mischievous uncles.
"It's nothing, just some red rashes. I'll have my mother take a look at them tomorrow, and they'll definitely be better."
Red rash? He Lin glared at Xuan Ying. "Didn't you say it was smallpox?"
Xuan Ying: "Your Highness's condition cannot be diagnosed yet." Wasn't his reply just a suspected case? He didn't confirm it.
He Lin felt a little relieved, but his gaze toward Xuan Ying remained unfriendly.
Xuan Ying's words nearly scared him half to death.
"Qiu Yan, how could I forget about her?" He Lin stood up abruptly, just about to have someone call Qiu Yan over, when He Jinran interrupted him.
"Let's go tomorrow. Father is leaving tomorrow, and Mother must be in a bad mood. Aren't there imperial physicians in the palace?"
He Lin: "But, you..."
"I'm fine. I already told you, it's just some red rashes. Father, please stay away from me, I'm afraid you'll catch it." He Jinran buried his head in the blanket again.
"Father, you should go back now."
He Lin... Now in this palace, Jin'er is the first person who dares to openly drive him away.
Seeing that Jin'er was in good condition, he didn't linger any longer, thinking that perhaps she really had a rash and it wasn't smallpox.
"Does it hurt?" He Lin asked.
"Huh?" He Jinran reacted in a flash.
"Uh...it doesn't hurt, it's just a little itchy."
He Lin: "When the imperial physician comes again, you need to cooperate and not be as willful as before."
"I understand," He Jinran said dismissively, and lay down on the bed.
Thank goodness, His Majesty was finally sent away by him.
He jumped off the bed and casually ripped off the face mask.
Nineteen then got up, struggling to support his injured body.
Unexpectedly, just as Nineteen sat up, He Jinran pushed her back onto the bed.
"You're so sick, why are you getting up?"
He Jinran casually tossed a bottle of ointment to Nineteen and handed him the face towel he had just used.
"When the imperial physician arrives, let him take a good look at you."
"Your Highness...are you going out again?" Nineteen's expression was tense; clearly, he didn't want to sleep in His Highness's bed again.
"My father is leaving, how could I not see him off?" He Jinran said casually, but he had already made up his mind that he would definitely see him off.
The mysterious figure behind him was covered in black lines.
Following His Highness, they spent their days teetering on the edge of life and death; a single misstep could mean certain death.
Poor Nineteen had no choice but to stay again.
Although he was unwilling, he seemed to have no complaints.
They simply nodded in agreement.
"You haven't eaten all day, have you?" He Jinran looked at Nineteen's listless appearance and turned to instruct Mu Bai outside the hall:
"Mu Bai, have the imperial kitchen prepare some food and bring it over."
Mu Bai obeyed the order, wondering what the background of this mysterious man was.
...on the same night,
The Liang family
Qin Susu had been busy at the pharmacy all day and had gone to bed early.
Unexpectedly, at that moment, there was a knocking sound on the door.
Who is it?
Qin Susu was startled awake and asked a question, but there was no answer.
She turned over and went back to sleep.
Unexpectedly, there was another knocking sound at the door.
"It's the middle of the night, can't a person get any sleep?" Qin Susu got up and reluctantly walked to the door. The moment she opened the door...
Who else could it be but Liang Yuchen?
"Aren't you leaving tomorrow? Why aren't you asleep yet?"
“I…” In fact, Liang Yuchen had been lingering outside the door for a long time.
He hesitated for a moment, then took out a letter from his pocket.
"Didn't you want a divorce? Here's the 'divorce agreement.' Starting tomorrow, you're free."
"Huh? A divorce agreement?" It's that simple? Qin Susu almost burst into tears of joy.
She reached out to snatch the divorce papers, but Liang Yuchen hid them behind his back.
"It's the last night, let's be husband and wife for one last night."
"What...what do you mean?" Qin Susu took a tiny, almost imperceptible step back.
"I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to say a final goodbye. May I come in?"
Qin Susu stared intently at the divorce papers in Liang Yuchen's hand.
"Okay, fine." Wasn't this man the one who absolutely refused to get a divorce before?
Can a person change so much in such a short time?
Who cares? Once she's rid of Liang Yuchen, she can focus all her energy on working at the pharmacy, and there won't be any more concubines to disturb her fulfilling life.
Qin Susu entered the house, and Liang Yuchen followed leisurely behind her.
After entering the room, Liang Yuchen sat down on Qin Susu's bed without asking.
Qin Susu wanted to refuse, but considering the divorce papers in his hand, she reluctantly said nothing. Instead, she took the divorce papers from Liang Yuchen's hand, put them in her pocket, and sat down at the table.
"So sleepy." She rubbed her sleepy eyes.
"Liang Yuchen, is everything ready? Horses and all that?"
"These arrangements will be made by General Gu," Liang Yuchen replied blankly, his expression dazed.
He had been observing Qin Susu's actions, and when he saw her receive the divorce papers as if they were a precious treasure, he couldn't calm down.
Is he sleepy? No, he's just absent-minded.
"Oh." Qin Susu was too sleepy, so she rested her elbows on the table. "Have you made arrangements for the accompanying people as well?"
Liang Yuchen: "Mm."
"Bring plenty of silver on the road. Life is tough when you're broke." Qin Susu thought back to her trip to the Western Regions with Xiaoyan a few years ago. At the time, she only felt bitterness, but now she misses it quite a bit.
Liang Yuchen: "Mm."
"Sigh, didn't you say you wanted to talk?" Qin Susu was used to Liang Yuchen's lonely and aloof personality, but she couldn't help but complain.
"If you're sleepy, just sleep in bed. Lying face down isn't comfortable," Liang Yuchen kindly reminded him.
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