Chapter 180 The Throne of the Nation
Lan Wu couldn't understand why she always woke up from her dreams at such a coincidence, as if she had timed it perfectly.
But no matter what, I can never go back to the dream I just had.
She rubbed her head, wondering if Chu Mingheng would be disappointed at not getting a response from her.
Surely it will...
After that, the frequency of her dreams slowed down a bit.
At the same time, she suddenly realized something.
Looking at the two letters in her hands, Lan Wu placed them on the table in front of her with a slightly serious expression, spreading them out one by one and comparing them, trying to find the parts that she felt were somewhat incongruous.
I've watched it several times, but I still can't see anything obviously wrong.
But there was something strange about these two letters.
Where is it?
Lan Wu, without finding it troublesome, dug out the letters Chu Mingheng had written to her before, and by comparing them, she finally saw a clue.
The two letters Chu Mingheng sent her this time looked more and more like they were written by the same person.
Although the other party tried to act the same as usual in the letter, subtle differences could still be seen, and some of their tone of voice was exactly the same.
But which Chu Mingheng wrote this letter to her?
Lan Wu couldn't quite tell the difference.
Danshan entered the palace to bring Lanwu some refreshments. Seeing the few sheets of paper on Lanwu's desk, she smiled and put down the refreshments.
"Your Majesty, please have some snacks. These are pumpkin shortbreads that the kitchen just made. They're soft and chewy, and not too sweet. Would Your Majesty like to try some?" Danshan said, then handed over a cup of tea. "This hot tea is just right to cut through the richness."
After listening, Lan Wu nodded, put the letter aside, took a handkerchief to wipe her hands, and then tasted the pumpkin shortbread she had mentioned.
"Who made this? It tastes really good." Lan Wu took a bite and felt that the taste was a little different from what she usually ate, but it was indeed delicious. "Does Yi Zhen have any too? She also loves these kinds of snacks. If she doesn't have any, I'll have someone send some over to her later."
Danshan gently shook her head and said, "This was made by the chef who just arrived today. His Majesty specially summoned him from the capital. He just happened to arrive at Changyong Mountain today along with His Majesty's letter."
"His Majesty said that the Empress prefers to eat these sweet and soft pastries, so the pastry chef gave them to the Empress so that she could satisfy her cravings."
Lan Wu choked slightly at the words, reached for the teacup, took a couple of sips, and after recovering, muttered softly, "They only have a month left before returning to the palace, and they still send over pastry chefs at this time, don't they find it troublesome..."
“How can something that’s good for Your Highness be considered troublesome?” Danshan was the first to disagree, smiling as she said, “Since Your Highness likes it, then eat more. The pastry chef can make a lot of things.”
"We can have the master come back to the palace with us a month later."
To be honest, it's only been a month.
Lan Wu took a bite of the pumpkin pastry and slowly looked out of the hall.
She's been having fewer dreams these past few days, but each time she enters a dream, she communicates with Chu Mingheng using a candle. Although it's a bit troublesome, this action clearly comforts Chu Mingheng quite a bit, at least she hasn't seen Chu Mingheng behave strangely in her dreams anymore.
Her gaze lingered, then slowly moved to the letter paper placed to the side on the table.
The three-month separation was partly to cure Chu Mingheng's illness, and partly to show her the truth, right?
Let her see what Chu Mingheng did in his previous life.
Hui Fan said that she should not do anything that would harm the fate of the country, but in her dream, after Chu Mingheng in her previous life died, the harem was just a formality, and the absence of an imperial heir meant that there was no one to inherit the throne.
This kind of thing can certainly be said to have damaged the fate of the nation.
How did Chu Mingheng solve it?
That very night, Lan Wu learned how he had solved it.
Five years have passed since the scene in the dream, and the court officials are indeed urging Chu Mingheng to establish an heir apparent as soon as possible.
Chu Mingheng himself had no sons.
He didn't, but there were always young children born among the royal family members.
Lan Wu stood quietly to one side, watching as Chu Mingheng selected a child from among the still young children below who looked bewildered and clearly didn't understand the situation.
"What's your name?" Even when facing a four or five-year-old child, Chu Mingheng maintained a cold expression, looking imposing and intimidating enough.
But the child wasn't too afraid. He raised his tender little face and said, word by word, in a reasonable manner, "Your Majesty, my name is Chu Jiyuan, and I am not yet six years old."
Chu Mingheng looked him over and naturally knew whose child he was.
Choosing a crown prince is naturally not that simple. Besides Chu Jiyuan, whose name was asked, there are several other children remaining in the palace. These children are all quite young and are being trained by specialists in the palace. As for whether they will be chosen by His Majesty to be the crown prince, that will naturally depend on their nature.
Lan Wu watched Chu Mingheng walk into the Imperial Study. In the Imperial Study, and even in Taichen Palace and Yilan Palace, where Chu Mingheng often frequented, there were always candles burning continuously, so that he would know when Lan Wu was by his side.
For Lan Wu, she would dream of Chu Mingheng every day or every few days, but for Chu Mingheng in his dreams, it would be a few days at most, and sometimes more than ten or twenty days at most, before he would know that Lan Wu had reappeared by his side.
He even felt that he had been greedy.
Before he knew that Lan Wu was by his side, he could still live his life in a daze. But ever since he found out, he desperately hoped that Lan Wu would appear every day. When she did, he was overjoyed, and when she didn't, he was heartbroken.
The thing that had been tormenting him so much seemed to vanish the moment Lan Wu blew out the candle.
Just like now.
The candlelight in front of him went out, signifying that Lan Wu had returned to his side.
Chu Mingheng smiled, quickly took out several candles from the box, placed them in several directions on the table, lit them one by one, and asked, "Awu, which direction are you in?"
Lan Wu deftly blew out a candle in front of her.
Chu Mingheng breathed a sigh of relief, took a few steps toward her, and reached out as if to touch her. Even if he couldn't, he was happy to make that gesture every time.
"Awu only came to see me thirteen days later this time, that's a long time," Chu Mingheng said in a low voice.
Lan Wu couldn't speak to him, nor did she blow out the candles.
"But it's alright, I'm the best at waiting." Chu Mingheng smiled again. "Has Awu been here for a while?"
Lan Wu was surprised by his keenness, and then felt that the first half of his sentence sounded familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before...
Before she could think it through, she bent down and blew out a candle.
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