Chapter 167 Writing a Letter
On the other side, the carriage was traveling on the official road. All that could be heard was the sound of soldiers and horses pounding on the ground. Inside the carriage, it was warm and comfortable, and you could not feel the cold wind outside at all.
Lan Wu sat on the soft couch, holding the cloak given to her by Chu Mingheng in her arms, and remained silent, feeling somewhat sad.
A moment later, Mu Jin came in. Seeing her like this, she went over and replaced the cold tea in her cup, saying softly, "Your Highness, please have some hot tea."
Lan Wu raised her face, reached out and held the teacup, but didn't drink it. She simply asked, "How far have you gone?"
"Your Majesty, we haven't left the capital yet."
We've only traveled for less than half an hour since we set off, so naturally we haven't even left the imperial city yet.
"Why is it so slow..." Lan Wu muttered softly, glancing at the empty carriage, and then sighed.
"Your Majesty, rest assured, the imperial city is at most a ten-day journey from Changyong Mountain, not too far," Mu Jin reassured her.
Lan Wu seemed somewhat comforted, and hummed in agreement, glancing down at the cloak Chu Mingheng was holding in her arms.
Master Huifan said that as long as they were separated for three months, and she went to Changyong Mountain to stay for three months, Chu Mingheng would wake up from his current chaotic state. Now it is the first day. I wonder if Chu Mingheng misses her in the palace.
At noon, the carriage came to a brief stop, and everyone began to have lunch.
Lan Wu had little appetite and ate only a few bites before asking for the food to be taken away.
We continued our journey in the afternoon.
However, in the afternoon, Princess Yizhen came to her carriage to talk to her. At that time, Lanwu was reading a storybook, and Yizhen saw her as soon as she came in.
"You read these storybooks too?" Yizhen asked curiously, noticing the pile of books on her small bookshelf. "So many! Can I take a look?"
Lan Wu chuckled awkwardly, a little embarrassed, and nodded: "You can look, Princess, just take it yourself."
Yi Zhen didn't stand on ceremony. Hearing what she said, she casually picked up a book and said to Lan Wu in a very warm tone, "I also love reading storybooks. I'm not in the palace, so it's easier for me to do things than for you. I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to bring these storybooks into the palace, is it?"
However, judging from this stack, there are so many of them; they must have been collected with great care.
Lan Wu gently shook her head and honestly said, "They're not difficult to carry. His Majesty sent people to find them."
Um?
Yi Zhen flipped through a couple of pages of the book, not yet noticing her words, before realizing what she was saying and staring straight at her: "It was... found for you by my imperial brother?"
"Did he specifically send someone to look for it?"
Lan Wu hummed in agreement, nodded, and touched her ear somewhat shyly, chuckling softly, "I also found it strange when the palace servants brought it to me, but since they've already brought it, they said it would be troublesome for me to ask someone to find it, so... Besides these, I have some more in my box. If the princess likes them, I'll have someone send some over."
Yizhen said no need: "I have some too, but not as many as you. If I want to see them, I can just come and ask you for them myself."
"You don't need to call me princess, it sounds too formal. Just call me Yizhen."
The two of them had spoken a few times, and as Chu Mingheng said, Yi Zhen was indeed lively, and with her company, the journey was not so boring.
Fortunately, it hadn't snowed in the past few days, and the carriage headed towards Changyong Mountain without daring to delay along the way.
Five days later, Lan Wu received her first letter from Chu Mingheng.
In total, there were three letters.
Two Chu Minghengs each wrote her a letter, and the other one was written by Luo Yun at her special request.
Lan Wu opened the first letter, and her nose started to sting after reading just a few sentences.
She hadn't cried since leaving the capital, but now, looking at this letter, she missed Chu Mingheng a little.
She could tell which of the two people was from this life and which was from the previous life even in front of Chu Mingheng, so she could naturally tell from their letters as well.
Chu Mingheng wrote about her, asking her if she was cold on the road, if she was tired from the carriage ride, and if she missed her along the way.
He also wrote some things about himself.
Today, after seeing one of her paintings, I remembered the things they talked about, the things they ate, and even the things they played around in the bathtub when she was around.
Lan Wu blushed slightly as she read it, and couldn't help but mutter that Chu Mingheng was a lecherous monster, even writing about this.
But both of Chu Mingheng's letters ended with him asking her to reply.
Lan Wu gently closed the letter and carefully placed it in the wooden box beside her pillow before opening the third letter, the one written by Luo Yun.
The letter indeed recorded the details of Chu Mingheng's daily meals, but it was too detailed, even noting which day he ate one less bowl of soup.
Aside from these, the letter didn't mention any health problems Chu Mingheng had, not even the occasional headaches.
Lan Wu found it somewhat strange.
When she was still in the palace, she was practically inseparable from Chu Mingheng. No matter how well Chu Mingheng pretended, she could tell that he would have a headache when he woke up in the morning and would occasionally feel dizzy.
In such situations, she would usually pretend not to see anything, silently lowering her head and remaining silent. If she showed even the slightest sign of discovering something, Chu Mingheng would act even more cautiously the next time, trying to prevent her from noticing even the slightest clue.
Now that she has left the palace, Chu Mingheng should no longer pretend that nothing is wrong, so why didn't Luo Yun notice it even once?
Could it be true, as Master Huifan said, that Chu Mingheng started to get better as soon as she left him?
Lan Wu stared silently at the paper in her hand, tilting her head in confusion.
Soon, she asked someone to grind ink for her; she was going to write a letter back to Chu Mingheng.
To be precise, it meant writing two letters back.
She couldn't show favoritism; both Chu Minghengs had to receive a reply to make it seem fair.
The contents of the two letters cannot be exactly the same.
Lan Wu sat on the soft couch, engrossed in writing all afternoon, carefully choosing her words and comparing them sentence by sentence with the contents of another letter. She was very cautious and careful, and finally finished writing both letters and handed them over to someone to send back to the palace for His Majesty.
She roughly calculated that she would receive the next letter when she had just arrived at Changyong Mountain.
She couldn't see Chu Mingheng, and could only guess at his situation through letters. She didn't know whether Chu Mingheng was doing well in the palace.
I wish these three months could pass quickly.
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