Chapter 185 He's Going to Die
Lan Wu didn't fall asleep until very late at night.
In her dazed state, she saw Chu Mingheng again.
She's dreaming again.
Below the steps of the main hall stood a tall young man, reporting something to the person in charge.
Lan Wu was stunned when she saw the person's face clearly.
She recognized the person—or rather, she remembered the face.
Chu Jiyuan.
In previous dreams, she had occasionally seen Chu Mingheng summon this member of the imperial family who had been chosen as the heir to the throne, but Chu Jiyuan had clearly grown several years older than the last time she saw him.
So how many years have passed since then...?
Lan Wu went to Chu Mingheng's side and saw that he was still looking down at the memorials. After listening to Chu Jiyuan's words, he finally gave him a response.
"Well done." Hearing these four simple words, Chu Jiyuan below breathed a slight sigh of relief.
At that moment, Chu Mingheng coughed twice more.
He raised his head slightly, and said worriedly, "Why is His Majesty's health still not better? It must be that the people in the Imperial Hospital haven't been taking it seriously enough. I'll send someone to inquire right away—"
Before he could finish speaking, Chu Mingheng interrupted him: "No need."
"I know my own body well, and my time is almost up..."
Chu Mingheng even chuckled as he said this, seemingly very satisfied, as if something he had been waiting for for a long time was finally going to pay off, and he was filled with anticipation.
Others might not understand his expectations, but Chu Jiyuan, who had been raised as the crown prince for decades and had followed the emperor closely, understood them very well.
Long ago, this high and mighty emperor no longer wanted to live.
As he said, the time is almost here, and this "time" is something he has been looking forward to for a long time.
How could anyone look forward to death?
Moreover, this person is the most noble person in the world. Haven't emperors always hoped to live longer and rule for a longer period of time?
But as the years passed, Chu Jiyuan would occasionally see the emperor sitting alone on the lakeshore, quietly gazing at the water, seemingly lost in thought. He gradually came to understand that this long-standing longing had tormented the emperor greatly.
He hoped the dust would settle down.
Lan Wu stood to one side, looking down at Chu Mingheng's gray hair. She couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat, and tears streamed down her face as she cried, her whole body trembling.
She could naturally understand what Chu Mingheng meant, and it was precisely because she could understand that she felt sadder than ever before.
Separated by life and death, it sounds easy, but it is actually a great torment for both of them.
Chu Mingheng experienced her death once, and now she has to watch Chu Mingheng die again?
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty..." Lan Wu wiped away her tears and called out to him in a hoarse voice, squatting to one side and looking up at his face.
Chu Mingheng was still coughing, but not as mildly as before. He covered his lips, and after a moment, blood began to seep out from between his fingers.
"Your Majesty...?" Lan Wu forgot to react, staring blankly at his expression as he coughed up blood but only smiled relaxedly.
A flash of white light appeared before my eyes, and everything vanished.
I opened my eyes, and the sunlight streaming in through the window made everything clear, but my face felt unusually cold.
Lan Wu reached out and gently touched her cheek, only to find a layer of wet tears that flowed down her cheek and onto the pillow and into the bedding.
Chu Mingheng is going to die.
He shouldn't have... so young...
Lan Wu turned over, closed her eyes, and couldn't help but cry again.
Just as Lianqiao said, today is indeed a fine day.
Yizhen came over in the afternoon and asked Lanwu to go to the top of the mountain to sunbathe.
"Weren't you sick a few days ago? Are you all better now?" Yi Zhen looked at Lan Wu's face and felt that she still looked unwell, so she was a little worried.
Lan Wu nodded: "I'm much better now, but I still have a bit of a headache."
"Look at the beautiful weather today, let me take you to the mountain to see the flowers."
Speaking of flower viewing, Lanwu recalled the peach blossoms she had mentioned before.
"Have all the peach blossoms on the mountain bloomed yet?"
Yi Zhen pondered for a moment, then shook her head and said, "I don't know, but why be so stuffy on such a nice day? Let's go out and soak up some sun."
Lan Wu didn't really want to go, but being alone in the palace made her more prone to thinking about the things in her dream, and the thought made her sad.
“Okay, go ahead,” she agreed.
The carriage continued up the mountain road. Inside, Yi Zhen looked at what Lan Wu was carrying and asked curiously, "Is this an embroidered handkerchief?"
The color was dark blue-green, and at a glance, Yizhen could guess who this handkerchief was embroidered for.
She smiled and nudged Lan Wu's shoulder, saying softly, "Is this embroidered for my brother? Well, you've been apart for over three months, it's time to express your longing."
"Let me see what you've embroidered."
As she spoke, Yizhen examined the clearly embroidered patterns on the handkerchief.
"Oh, this is...this is..." She stared at it intently for a long time, but couldn't recognize it. Meeting Lan Wu's expectant gaze, she reached out and took the handkerchief, unfolded it, and examined it carefully, turning it over and over. Finally, she swallowed hard and asked, "Is this embroidered grass?"
After saying this, Lan Wu blinked and slightly opened her mouth as if to say something.
He stopped again, as if he was thinking about how to say it.
"Ah, how could it be grass? It must be something else embroidered. Haha, look at how lifelike it is! Even if it is grass, it must be a precious one—orchid!"
"Yes, this is an orchid, isn't it? I can tell!"
"The embroidery is so beautiful!"
Yi Zhen spoke in a string of words, making Lan Wu's ears itch and her face involuntarily turn red.
She did embroider orchids, but she was still missing a few small flowers. She thought she would finish embroidering them this afternoon.
“It’s an embroidered orchid…it’s not finished yet,” she said softly.
"That's true. Your brother should arrive in the next couple of days. But you don't need to rush. Even if you don't finish embroidering it, he'll definitely like it when you show it to him."
Lan Wu told her that she had originally planned to send a portrait, but the portrait didn't look like Chu Mingheng and wasn't good-looking, so she changed it to an embroidered handkerchief.
“Actually, I think he would be satisfied even if you didn’t give him anything.” Yi Zhen looked at Lan Wu’s face. “Seeing that you are doing well will put his mind at ease.”
Upon hearing her words, Lan Wu's expression immediately relaxed, and a smile slowly appeared on her face.
Yes, as long as she's alright, Chu Mingheng will be satisfied.
After all, she was the one Chu Mingheng was most worried about.
However, on the very night she said those words, Lan Wu developed a high fever.
When the palace servants entered the hall to close the windows, they heard her breathing become slightly heavy, so they glanced at her and saw her flushed face. Knowing something was wrong, they quickly went out to call for help.
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