Chapter 148 I'm Fine
When Chu Mingheng finished dressing and came out of the palace, Chen Kang'an stepped forward to report something.
Lan Wu was still inside the hall, so Chu Mingheng told him to go to the outer room to talk.
"Your Majesty, Prince Wei said in prison that he has something to say to Your Majesty in private." Prince Wei was imprisoned yesterday, and Your Majesty did not give any orders on how to deal with him. It is said that from yesterday to today, Prince Wei has not had a moment's rest. At first, he did not dare to curse, but when no one paid attention to him, he cursed louder and louder, without stopping for a moment. He also said that he had something to say to Your Majesty and intended to see Your Majesty.
Chen Kang'an was also unsure of what to do, fearing that the Prince of Wei might have other tricks up his sleeve, so he came to report back.
Upon hearing this, Chu Mingheng's face showed a hint of disgust, as if he had heard something repulsive that had spoiled his good mood.
"Do I need to teach them what to do? Treat them as treason. Why listen to what they shouldn't say?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Kang'an understood and immediately replied "Yes." Just as he was about to leave, he heard His Majesty ask another question.
"That palace maid named Zhuqing."
Chen Kang'an listened attentively.
"Lingchi (death by a thousand cuts), and have a royal physician apply medicine to her at any time, so she doesn't die too quickly."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Chen Kang'an secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The punishment of slow slicing required the imperial physician to prolong her life. At this rate, the punishment would probably last for several years. It was clear how much His Majesty hated this woman named Zhu Qing. However, this woman had committed many evils and deserved her punishment.
"Go and tell people to prepare. We'll be leaving the palace for Nanli Temple later."
Chen Kang'an was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding why. Hadn't he just visited Nanli Temple a while ago?
But he couldn't question the imperial decree, so he cautiously asked, "Your Majesty, should we send more people?"
Although the King of Wei is imprisoned, there is no guarantee that he may have other tricks up his sleeve. At this time, it is even more important to protect the safety of the Emperor.
Chu Mingheng pondered for a moment and nodded: "Add two groups of people to follow the carriage."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Chen Kang'an withdrew.
Taichen Palace summoned the imperial physician.
This time, Lan Wu was watching the imperial physician take her pulse.
"I just had a fever for a moment after waking up this morning, nothing else." Chu Mingheng said this to Lan Wu, and also to the imperial physician. Before he could finish speaking, Lan Wu interrupted him.
"Don't speak, I'm not listening to you, I'm listening to what the imperial physician has to say." Lan Wu frowned, giving him a particularly displeased look. "You still have a headache? Have you forgotten—"
Chu Mingheng stopped talking and turned his head away.
The imperial physician below felt anxious as he examined the pulse.
When the imperial summons arrived from Taichen Palace, it was said that the Imperial Concubine was ill. However, when they came to take the pulse, they found it was His Majesty's. Judging from the pulse, His Majesty was in good health and there was nothing wrong with him... But then the Imperial Concubine said that His Majesty had a fever and a headache...
Is it because he is incompetent and lacks medical skills?
He couldn't diagnose it.
Just as he was starting to have doubts, the imperial physician carefully examined his pulse for a while longer and tentatively asked, "Did Your Majesty not get enough rest last night?"
Lan Wu looked at Chu Mingheng with a puzzled expression.
"I slept well last night," Chu Mingheng said, turning to look at the imperial physician.
"Ah...did His Majesty overwork himself yesterday...and have some mental issues he hasn't resolved?" the imperial physician asked again, somewhat embarrassed.
Chu Mingheng grew impatient, withdrew his hand, and said coldly, "Physician, just tell me directly. I know whether I am sick or not."
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When leaving the palace, they took a shortcut, with two groups of imperial guards following behind the carriage. Although they did not take the route through the bustling city, the large number of people following them was still quite eye-catching.
Lan Wu muttered to herself in the carriage, "The imperial physicians in the palace are all afraid of you, so naturally they don't dare to diagnose any difficult or complicated illnesses for you... It's all your fault, after you said that, how could the imperial physicians dare to directly describe your condition?"
Chu Mingheng peeled an orange for her, removed the skin, and then broke it into segments, even removing the white pith, before feeding it to Lan Wu piece by piece.
The refreshing scent of oranges quickly filled the carriage.
Lan Wu's mouth was stuffed with food. She was unwilling to swallow and bite properly, but the oranges were so sweet that she had nothing to say for the time being.
She wouldn't say it, but Chu Mingheng was determined to.
"I am not sick." The orange was too cold, so he didn't let Lan Wu eat it all and put the other half aside.
Lan Wu felt that he wasn't very sincere, but she thought she would know the truth when she met Master Huifan later.
It snowed yesterday, so the mountain roads are more difficult to walk on, and the snow on the ground is about half a finger thick.
As soon as the carriage came to a stop, Chu Mingheng got off first, then turned around and carried Lan Wu down from the carriage. He glanced at the temple and remained silent.
Lan Wu held a hand warmer in her hand. She noticed that Chu Mingheng's hand was a little cold, so she handed the hand warmer to him.
Chu Mingheng's thoughts were interrupted. He looked down at the things Lan Wu handed him and saw her face covered by a white fox fur cloak. A figure seemed to flash before his eyes—the same face, but the cloak she wore was different. The red maple leaves set off her face, making her look even more beautiful.
This memory is from... the last time he accompanied Lan Wu to Nanli Temple.
A nerve in his head seemed to be throbbing, making him uncomfortable, and he could almost hear Lan Wu crying in his ears.
With a somber expression, he slowly exhaled, and the scene before him gradually became clearer.
Lan Wu tilted her head and looked at him strangely, still holding the hand warmer out in mid-air, as if wondering why he didn't take it.
"...Your Majesty? What's wrong?" Her voice gradually became audible, and the crying stopped.
"Does your head hurt?" She reached out and touched Chu Mingheng's face with one hand.
Upon seeing this, the surrounding palace servants all turned away.
Chu Mingheng took Lan Wu's hand away and said, "It's nothing. I just remembered that the maple leaves were very red when I came here last time."
"Take the hand warmer, I don't need it, don't let your hands get cold."
After a pause, he continued, "I'll just hold your hand."
He remembered more and more.
Lan Wu belatedly realized that he was leading her towards the temple.
It was the same small courtyard I visited last time. As soon as I stepped inside, there was a person standing in front of the hall, seemingly waiting there all along.
It is Master Huifan.
Master Huifan remained as kind and approachable as ever, offering them a Buddhist salute from afar before stepping aside to lead them into the hall as they approached.
Chu Mingheng's gaze sharpened slightly as he looked at Hui Fan without saying a word, as if waiting for Hui Fan to speak first.
They were all silent, but Lan Wu spoke.
"Master Huifan, His Majesty has not been feeling well these past few days. He had a fever yesterday, and it returned this morning. He also complained of a headache. Could you please take His Majesty's pulse?"
Lan Wu's words eased the somewhat tense atmosphere in the hall a little.
Although Master Huifan was willing to take His Majesty's pulse, it seemed that he was not the one who was unwilling.
"Your Majesty seems somewhat tired. Has Your Majesty not rested well these days?" Hui Fan said softly.
Chu Mingheng glanced at Lan Wu, then decisively extended his hand and said unhurriedly, "Master is mistaken, I am fine."
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