Chapter 184 Anniversary of Death
The palace servants waited outside the hall for almost half an hour. When they heard no movement inside, they peeked in and saw the Empress sitting on the prayer mat, facing a bronze mirror behind the curtain.
Bronze mirror?
How come there is such a large bronze mirror in the Hall of Longevity?
Although they found it strange, seeing that the Empress did not call out any orders, the palace servants outside did not dare to disturb her.
The rain fell like a thin veil; if you stretched out your hand, a layer of water droplets would gather in your palm in no time. They were small and dense, and if you brushed them away, they would turn into raindrops the size of beans and fall down.
The early spring rain was a bit chilly, and the cold wind blowing from the mountain made people shiver.
But the palace servants didn't have to wait long before they saw the Empress come out of the palace.
"Your Highness?" Lianqiao draped the cloak over her shoulders and said softly, "It's rained, and the road is a bit muddy. It might take a while to get back to the villa."
Lan Wu looked rather downcast, as if she couldn't muster any enthusiasm, and only gave a soft "hmm" in response to Lian Qiao's words.
On the way back to the villa from Wuji Temple, Lanwu was unusually quiet.
It rained last night, and it's raining again now. The roads are really slippery. Fortunately, this road was originally paved, so even though it's muddy and slippery, there haven't been any problems.
The only problem was that Lan Wu caught a chill and coughed lightly a few times when she got off the carriage at the villa.
"Has Your Highness caught a cold? This servant will go and fetch Physician Chen to take a look at Your Highness." Danshan poured her a cup of hot tea and gestured for her to drink a few sips to warm herself up. Seeing that her face was a little pale, she hurriedly went out of the palace to fetch Physician Chen.
Chen Li had just visited Lan Wu yesterday to check on her injured elbow. Upon seeing her again today, she took her pulse and couldn't help but frown: "Your Highness, you didn't get any rest last night, did you? If Your Highness feels pain in your hand during the night, you can have someone light some calming incense."
"Your Majesty has just returned from outside. It's chilly in this spring rain. Have someone cook a bowl of soup to warm you up later. If you're still not better after drinking it, you'll have to take your medicine tomorrow."
Lan Wu finally reacted to her words, muttering softly, "Your medicine is the most bitter, I don't want to drink it."
Chen Li wanted to laugh when she heard this. She had served other ladies and concubines in the palace, but she had never seen anyone with such a good temper as Lan Wu. She was just a spoiled girl who loved to act cute, without any airs. She was kind to the palace servants, and no one disliked her.
But when it comes to taking medicine when she's sick, Chen Li can't let her do whatever she wants. His Majesty will be coming to pick her up in a few days. If he sees that this little princess is sick, won't he be furious?
"Yes, Your Majesty, I also hope that Your Majesty is in good health and free from illness and disaster."
Lan Wu looked out the window and saw the drizzling rain. Remembering something, she said, "It's been cold these past few days. Tell the kitchen to prepare some warming and comforting meals. The palace servants shouldn't catch a cold either."
"Yes, Your Highness, I will have someone arrange it right away."
Chu Mingheng's letter to Lan Wu said that he had already set off. Since he had already set off when he wrote the letter, it would take a few days for the letter to arrive. He should arrive in a few more days.
But how many days are left?
At night, the rain stopped, and calming incense was burned in the hall.
Lan Wu lay on the couch, hoping to see Chu Mingheng in her dreams, but when she woke up, she didn't even see a shadow of Chu Mingheng.
The cough actually got worse.
Lan Wu reached up and touched her throat, frowning; her throat hurt.
I really need to take my medicine.
Chu Mingheng might come at any time, so at this crucial moment, she should focus on recovering as soon as possible...
When Chen Li rushed over to take Lan Wu's pulse, he overheard Dan Shan advising Lan Wu not to go to Wuji Temple today.
Lan Wu took a sip of hot water, trying to relieve the dryness and pain in her throat, but it was clearly of little use, to the point that her voice was hoarse and she would cough a couple of times while speaking.
"I'm not going, I'm not going anymore, cough cough—I won't be going for the next few days—"
Chen Li took Lan Wu's pulse and said, "It's still because she caught a chill yesterday. I should have given Her Majesty the medicine yesterday."
But yesterday, Lan Wu clearly seemed to be in a bad mood and didn't want to take her medicine, so she didn't say anything.
I really regret it.
Lan Wu took another sip of water to suppress the cough in her throat and asked Chen Li, "Can my illness get better faster? Can I be better in the next day or two?"
Chen Li's eyes widened, thinking to herself: This illness comes on suddenly, and besides, how quickly the illness can be cured depends on whether the patient cooperates. The Empress's words make it sound as if the illness obeys her.
If she had that ability, she could cure any illness with just a few words.
But these things can't be said too bluntly.
Chen Li hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "If Your Majesty wants to recover quickly, you should take the medicine every day. You should be better in about three to five days."
In three to five days... in three to five days, Chu Mingheng will probably arrive.
The thought that Chu Mingheng would arrive and find her sick again...
Lan Wu pressed her forehead and told her to go and prepare the prescription and decoct the medicine first.
It didn't rain today, but the sky was still overcast.
Lan Wu was painting in the palace.
This was the first time she had ever drawn a person. Based on her memory of Chu Mingheng, she sketched the lines on the paper.
Her idea was good, but the person she actually drew didn't look like Chu Mingheng at all.
The nose was drawn too big, the eyes too small, and a drop of ink even got into the eyeball, making the pupil appear dark black. It looked terrible.
Lan Wu spent half an afternoon drawing this thing. The more she looked at it, the angrier she became. She crumpled the paper into a ball and was about to throw it on the ground when she paused and slowly withdrew her hand.
She planned to paint a picture for Chu Mingheng as a gift for their reunion after three months apart. But this painting is no longer possible. What if the paintings she paints later are even uglier?
Let's keep it for now.
Before going to bed that night, Lan Wu finished her second painting, and compared it with the first one, she had made great progress.
But he still doesn't quite resemble Chu Mingheng.
Lan Wu didn't let anyone see her put the painting away herself, and after taking her medicine, she went to bed and slept.
However, I still didn't dream of Chu Mingheng tonight.
She desperately wanted to see Chu Mingheng from her previous life again in her dreams, but she didn't dream about him for several days in a row.
Meanwhile, she was almost fully recovered.
"It hasn't rained for the past few days, Your Highness. Look, there are stars tonight, so tomorrow will surely be a fine day." Lianqiao was tidying up her needlework. She didn't know why Her Highness had suddenly become interested in embroidering handkerchiefs, and she had been embroidering all afternoon.
Lan Wu looked up at the sky outside the window and could vaguely see the stars twinkling in the night sky.
tomorrow……
Lan Wu pursed her lips slightly and asked, "Is tomorrow the second day of the lunar new year?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, tomorrow is the second day of the lunar new year. It will surely be a fine day, and Your Majesty's cold will soon be cured." Lian Qiao smiled as she finished speaking.
Lan Wu felt a tightness in her chest. Gazing at the night outside the window, she slowly let out a soft sigh.
Good weather, of course it's good weather.
In her previous life, the weather was just as beautiful, and that became the anniversary of her death.
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