Chapter 93 Purse
There were still people in the Imperial Study, so Lan Wu went to the small side room where she usually stayed.
It seems that Chu Mingheng is not afraid of the cold, as the Imperial Study is cool even in summer.
Lan Wu sat for a short while and the heat from the journey subsided.
Just as she was enthusiastically picking up the new storybook Chu Mingheng had bought for her from the shelf, she suddenly heard a sharp shout behind her.
It looked like something had been slammed heavily onto the ground.
Lan Wu shuddered in fright and quickly put the storybook back.
Oh no, oh no, Chu Mingheng is angry. He shouldn't have come today; his timing is really bad.
She tentatively leaned against the doorway to listen for any sounds inside, but this time she heard nothing.
Chu Mingheng was always an emperor who never showed his emotions. Even without uttering a word, he could still instill fear in his court officials.
What major event has caused your anger today?
She waited patiently for a while longer, and when she heard that the ministers seemed to have left, she opened the door to go find Chu Mingheng.
She paused, then turned around, picked up the brocade box from the table, and went out to find someone.
The minister had indeed left, but palace servants were still tidying up in the hall and serving Chu Mingheng tea again.
Without exception, the palace servants all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Lan Wu.
Your Majesty has arrived at just the right time.
Those who served the Emperor were used to all sorts of things, but when had they ever seen His Majesty so furious? However, His Majesty couldn't possibly vent his anger on the Empress. With the Empress by his side, his anger should dissipate.
The palace servants silently packed up their belongings and left, closing the door to the main hall behind them.
Lan Wu walked lightly to Chu Mingheng, placed the brocade box on the table, and then gently tugged at his sleeve.
The pulling sensation from my sleeve felt like a cat scratching me.
No matter how angry Chu Mingheng was, he would never vent it on Lan Wu, especially since this matter had nothing to do with Lan Wu.
He raised his eyes, reached out and took Lan Wu's hand, pressing her palm gently.
"You still came here in this heat? Didn't you say you didn't want to come?"
Lan Wu felt a little itchy, but couldn't pull her hand away, so she kept quiet, spread her whole hand out, and let him pinch it, glancing at the table every now and then.
The palace servants cleaned up so quickly that nothing was left on the table, and Lan Wu couldn't figure out what Chu Mingheng had been angry about.
But it must be something extremely important, after all, even now, he could sense a hint of coldness in it.
"I've come at an inopportune time," she said softly.
Chu Mingheng reached out and pulled Lan Wu into his arms, then kissed her cheek: "Your arrival is just in time."
"Let me see your hands."
Lan Wu dodged away, muttering softly, "I already said I'm completely healed. You still made Doctor Lin give me medicine for even the smallest needle prick. I didn't grow up drinking medicine..."
Fortunately, she did her best to stop Chu Mingheng's nonsense, otherwise she would have been too ashamed to face anyone if word got out.
"I was just worried that you were in pain."
Lan Wu patted him, feeling embarrassed, and said, "But when I cried out in pain at night, you didn't seem worried at all."
Chu Mingheng smiled and said, "Whether Awu is in pain or not, I naturally know."
What nonsense are you spouting!
Lan Wu's face flushed slightly, and she muttered to herself, "Your Majesty is just slandering me..."
"Take a look at the purse that I embroidered; it took a lot of effort."
As she spoke, she bent down and reached for the brocade box on the table, took it, and excitedly presented it to Chu Mingheng, wanting him to open it himself.
"Awu spent so long embroidering this purse, I will wear it every day from now on, okay?" Before even opening it, Chu Mingheng already knew to say some nice things.
Lan Wu couldn't help but feel happy, but she pursed her lips to stop herself from laughing and urged him to open it and take a look.
The box was opened, and the purse inside was revealed.
Lan Wu stared intently at Chu Mingheng and said, "This is the only purse I embroidered. I chose the color and the tassel myself. I think the white jade at the bottom suits Your Majesty very well. I also mentioned that I wanted to embroider a black dragon for Your Majesty, but the purse is a dark color, and I was afraid that black embroidery wouldn't look good, so I chose silver thread..."
She talked nonstop for a while, and finally asked in a flurry, "Does Your Majesty like it?"
Chu Mingheng touched the slightly bulging purse and knew that there was something inside, which was the calming herb that Lan Wu had told her about before.
It does smell of a medicinal herb, but not so strong or stimulating as to be just right for the occasion.
He picked it up, glanced at Lan Wu, and casually placed the purse lightly on the tip of Lan Wu's nose. After Lan Wu sniffed it, he placed the purse in Lan Wu's hand and said in a low voice, "Tie it for me, A Wu."
"Okay." Lan Wu reached out to touch his belt, then sat down on his lap to tie the belt of his purse. Once it was tied, she was more and more satisfied with what she saw, and didn't forget to pat it gently, saying, "It looks good."
She looked up and came into Chu Mingheng's line of sight.
Chu Mingheng pulled her close by his arms, his warm kisses gently landing on Lan Wu's brow, the tip of her nose, then her lips, and finally pressing against her lips to explore her soft tongue.
Halfway through the kiss, Lan Wu suddenly snapped back to reality, turned her head away from him, rested her head on his shoulder and breathed heavily, and asked him with dissatisfaction whether he liked the purse she had embroidered for him.
Chu Mingheng turned his head and kissed him again, this time saying "yes" directly.
"I like it very much."
Seeing that he was happier, Lan Wu was also happy.
When I'm happy, I can't help but think about why Chu Mingheng was angry just now.
Her gaze slowly shifted to the side of the table, where she caught a glimpse of the memorials, but her eyes quickly returned—those were things she couldn't see or ask about; interference in politics by the harem would be fatal.
Turning to the other side, I saw a booklet, which was under the book, with only one corner exposed.
What is this?
Just then, Chu Mingheng turned her head back.
After being kissed for a long time, Lan Wu's hands were so weak from holding on that she felt limp all over.
She opened her lips, yawned, nestled in Chu Mingheng's arms, and gently fiddled with the purse with her fingers, saying, "Is it because of this? I'm so sleepy."
"It really works."
Chu Mingheng looked at her and said, "I only let you smell it, it wasn't some kind of sleeping pill, why did you fall asleep so quickly?"
Lan Wu snorted softly and ignored her.
"Your Majesty said you would help me investigate that palace maid. Have you found her yet?" Although some time had passed, Chu Mingheng hadn't told her, and she was anxious.
Chu Mingheng reached out and pulled out the book that was being pressed down by other books, the one that Lan Wu had been looking at, and let her see it herself.
"There are quite a few palace servants. Although some palace servants leave the palace when they reach a certain age, some of them remain in the palace."
"The old palace maid you're looking for, see if she's one of these."
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