Chapter 149 Absolutely Impossible
It was much colder up in the mountains than down in the valleys. Not only was it cold, but there was also a dampness, as if the mountain mist had dissipated and the dew that had fallen had moistened the surrounding air and permeated the entire mountain.
There was a light, cool fragrance in the hall, unlike the sandalwood in the temple in front, and more like the scent of winter plum blossoms.
Lan Wu sat beside Chu Mingheng for a moment, then quickly regained her focus and watched Master Huifan take her pulse.
The expressions on their faces showed nothing unusual, but this silence was unsettling.
Master Huifan glanced at Chu Mingheng, then at Lan Wu, and gently withdrew his hand.
“Your Majesty’s obsession runs too deep.” He sighed, seemingly at a loss for a solution, and added, “As I have said before, Your Majesty should let go.”
"If this continues, His Majesty's headaches will worsen, and he may one day lose his mind."
"May Your Majesty take care."
He couldn't hide what he was saying from Lan Wu, so when Lan Wu heard it, she subconsciously tensed up and looked at Chu Mingheng.
Chu Mingheng lowered his gaze slightly, saying nothing, until he felt a warm touch in his palm.
He turned his head slightly and saw Lan Wu place the hand warmer in her hand next to him, holding his hand, her eyes full of worry as she looked at him.
He didn't want to hurt Lan Wu, nor did he want her to worry about him, but now it seems he can't do what he wants.
"Master Huifan, how should His Majesty's illness be cured? What medicine should he take?"
Lan Wu asked, slightly anxious.
Master Huifan gently shook his head: "There is no cure."
Lan Wu's eyes trembled, her pupils contracted sharply, and her hand unconsciously tightened its grip on Chu Mingheng's palm. Her hand, which was originally warm, seemed to lose its warmth and turned icy cold.
"No... cure...?" She murmured these words, as if she understood but didn't want to understand, unwilling to believe it.
Chu Mingheng's two memories are just not yet connected, how did it get to the point of being incurable?
How could this happen?
"Don't scare her." A familiar voice came from the side. He pressed Lan Wu's hand down, rubbed it for her, and then put the hand warmer back in her hand. His tone was leisurely, as if he didn't take Master Huifan's words to heart.
Master Huifan gently shook his head: "Your Majesty, this humble monk does not lie."
At this point, he looked at Lan Wu again, lowered his head slightly, and said softly, "Does Your Majesty not wonder why you opened your eyes again and were brought back to life?"
This sentence is like a heavy stone suddenly crashing down on the thin ice of a lake in early spring, breaking the ice and splashing up the cool water beneath.
Lan Wu stared blankly, her body trembling involuntarily.
Why was she given a second chance at life, a resurrection from the dead? She had thought about it, and wondered if it was because her death was so unjust that even the gods and Buddhas couldn't bear to see it, which is why they gave her a chance to live again.
There were moments of joy and relief, moments of resentment and bitterness, but ultimately there was no answer.
Now, these words sound as if her important task is related to Master Huifan... or even His Majesty.
Her arm was gently pulled up, and half of her body straightened up. In her daze, Lan Wu saw Chu Mingheng's face.
Chu Mingheng was looking down at Hui Fan with a cold gaze, but the emotion conveyed in his eyes was particularly chilling and frightening, as if he would take Hui Fan's life if he said another word.
"Awu, don't listen to your nonsense. It's getting late, we should go back to the palace." Chu Mingheng wanted to take Lanwu away, but as soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Lanwu's hand was gripping the edge of the table, determined to stay in place and not listen to him.
"Master, what do you know? My... my rebirth, is there more to it than meets the eye?" Lan Wu had already guessed what was going on, her voice trembling slightly as she softly asked him, "Is it... related to His Majesty?"
Master Huifan sighed softly, unafraid of the emperor's imposing presence standing behind Lan Wu, and simply told her, "Your Majesty is a person of great fortune and should not have died young."
"But life and death in this world cannot be easily reversed; there will always be a price to pay."
“Awu, there’s nothing good to hear. What price to pay? How can you believe such nonsense?” Chu Mingheng interrupted him, squatted down and gently turned Lanwu’s face towards him, and told her, “I’m fine. I just prayed before the Buddha for a while. He’s just lying to you.”
Lan Wu's eyes reddened, tears welling up but refusing to fall.
She removed Chu Mingheng's hand, turned her head to the side, and said softly, "You're the one trying to lie to me."
"If you don't tell me the truth, I won't believe you."
After she finished speaking, word by word, she added, "If you still want me to believe you, then don't say anything more."
Lan Wu was always at a disadvantage when facing Chu Mingheng. No matter how badly she was bullied, she would just sulk and vent her anger on Chu Mingheng. She rarely got really angry and refused to listen to explanations.
Now she is convinced that Master Huifan is telling the truth, and she refuses to listen to Chu Mingheng's eagerness to take her away.
Chu Mingheng squatted down next to Lan Wu with a sullen face. Seeing that things weren't going well with her, he could only look to Hui Fan.
Ke Huifan was not intimidated by his expression and remained kind and gentle, feeling somewhat touched by Lan Wu's eagerness to know the truth.
"What this humble monk has said is ultimately not as good as what Your Majesty knows and feels. If Your Majesty truly wishes to know, one day, the scenes of your past life will unfold before you like a scroll, and then Your Majesty will understand."
"I have said enough. As for the purpose of Your Majesty and Your Majesty's visit today, there is indeed another way to alleviate Your Majesty's headache. Let's see what Your Majesty thinks."
Lan Wu wanted to ask him something more, but then she heard him slowly utter a sentence.
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Upon returning to the palace, the carriage was unusually silent, and even the palace servants waiting outside noticed something was amiss.
Lan Wu lowered her head and leaned gently against the soft pillow, pressing her fingertips inch by inch on the thumb ring that Chu Mingheng had given her before.
Chu Mingheng sat beside her, his displeasure almost tangible.
He was more than just displeased; he wanted to kill the old monk who was spouting nonsense!
"I..." Lan Wu finally mustered up her courage, but was interrupted by Chu Mingheng as soon as she uttered the word "I".
Chu Mingheng's voice was more crisp and decisive than hers. He turned his face away, refusing to look at her, and his tone was exceptionally firm, seemingly without any intention of beating around the bush: "Don't even think about it, it's impossible."
Lan Wu slightly raised her head, glanced at him, and seemed to sigh softly: "Although I don't know why I have to leave you for three months, I will definitely agree if it works."
"Not only do I agree, but you also have to agree."
Chu Mingheng's attitude clearly indicated that he was unwilling to agree, and there was no room for negotiation.
"You're listening to his nonsense? He just wants to separate me from you! Who knows what he's up to—I won't let you leave my side even for a second!"
"Absolutely impossible."
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