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The carriage remained quiet from the halfway down the mountain until it reached the palace gates and the imperial palanquin was transferred.
Lan Wu looked at the hand Chu Mingheng offered, thought for a moment, and then placed it on his hand.
Chu Mingheng looked a little better. He took Lan Wu's hand and helped her down from the carriage.
Today is the second day after New Year's Eve, but because His Majesty bestowed many titles upon the harem yesterday, the entire palace is busy at this moment.
Lan Wu, who should have been the busiest, seemed indifferent to the title of Imperial Concubine conferred yesterday, not even mentioning it once.
What are these two masters up to now?
Everything was fine yesterday, wasn't it?
Chen Kang'an waited tremblingly to one side, and even the palace servants around him noticed that the atmosphere between the two masters was not right, so they did not dare to say a word.
When the imperial carriage reached the outer path of the Imperial Garden, Lanwu patted the seat beneath her.
"I'm going back. Your Majesty must still have things to attend to. Please go ahead and do your work." With that, Lan Wu gestured for the palace servants to stop.
Chu Mingheng held her arm to prevent her from getting down.
After a brief standoff, he finally let go and conceded, saying, "I will go with you."
Lan Wu ignored her and dismounted from the imperial carriage.
It was cold, and both of them were wearing cloaks, but even so, a dry, cold wind would occasionally blow and make them shiver.
Lan Wu walked ahead, and from Chu Mingheng's perspective, she looked like a snow-white rabbit.
It's not necessarily true that Lan Wu is very angry; after all, she was so angry that she cried, but right now she's just arguing with him.
The cold wind blew on his forehead, causing his already throbbing head to gradually lose its temperature, like being pricked by needles, teasing his nerves.
He paused for a moment.
In just a short while, Lan Wu in front of him also stopped for no apparent reason. She stood still and then turned slightly to his side, her eyes peeking out from the soft white fur of her hood, secretly watching him.
Lan Wu still cares about him.
Chu Mingheng felt a surge of warmth in his heart, but then he was overwhelmed with mixed emotions—it was precisely because he cared about him that he thought of listening to Hui Fan's words and going to Changyong Mountain to pray for him for three months.
That's such a far place, and besides, it's three months—how could he let Lan Wu go?
That old monk Huifan used to speak to him in seemingly profound and mysterious ways. Although it was a last resort, it seems his methods have been effective. However, he is absolutely unwilling to let Lan Wu come into contact with him.
Who knows what outrageous things Huifan will say to Lanwu, and Lanwu, being so naive, will probably believe them all.
It still doesn't work.
Perhaps because Chu Mingheng hadn't moved for a long time and wasn't keeping up with her, Lan Wu hesitated for a moment before walking back dejectedly.
Chu Mingheng lowered his head slightly and saw the hem of Lan Wu's cloak come into his view. Before he could react, a bright and fair face suddenly appeared in front of him.
Lan Wu peeked out and saw his expression.
"You still have a headache, don't you?" She explained, then straightened up, reached out to hold Chu Mingheng's hand, sighed softly, and pulled him forward.
Yilan Palace wasn't too far from the Imperial Garden, so Lanwu led Chu Mingheng back to Yilan Palace. They didn't encounter any irrelevant people along the way. After all, with the major events that happened one after another on New Year's Eve, the concubines in the palace naturally dared not wander around recklessly.
Lan Wu planned to have a serious discussion with Chu Mingheng about this matter, and if she still couldn't get him to agree...
She couldn't just run directly from the capital to Changyong Mountain; Chu Mingheng's approval was still required.
If Chu Mingheng won't allow this, then... what about the other one?
Lan Wu couldn't help but tighten her grip on Chu Mingheng's hand, giving him a meaningful look.
Yesterday, after I slept for a while, I felt different, but after sleeping for a while last night, I woke up this morning and I felt the same again.
Was she wrong, or did Chu Mingheng not sleep at all last night?
She prefers the latter.
If that's the case, it also explains why both the imperial physician and Master Huifan said he hadn't rested properly.
How can I get a good rest if I haven't slept all night?
She was really stupid to actually believe Chu Mingheng's lie that he would sleep well.
"Awu, my head doesn't hurt that much, you don't need to worry." Chu Mingheng was led back to the palace by her hand, and his expression became somewhat unnatural when he saw the gate of Yilan Palace.
Lan Wu didn't turn around, but said resentfully, "I wasn't worried about you at all."
Standing at the entrance of Yilan Palace, just a few steps away from stepping inside, Lan Wu tried to move forward but couldn't pull Chu Mingheng along, almost tripping over herself.
Chu Mingheng helped her up and pulled her into his arms. He looked down at her and asked, "Shall I take you back to Taichen Palace?"
Why go back to Taichen Palace when we've already reached the door?
Lan Wu was puzzled and looked at the palace gate of Yi Lan Palace with a question in her mind. She gently shook her head: "I am not used to Tai Chen Palace. It is cold and icy. Yi Lan Palace is so much better. Don't you like Yi Lan Palace?"
Chu Mingheng couldn't give a reason, he just told Lan Wu that he liked her.
In the end, he still stepped into the palace gates.
Upon entering the hall, Lan Wu took off her cloak. The warm hall instantly dispelled the chill around her.
She looked up and saw Chu Mingheng looking around, and she understood what he was looking at.
"There shouldn't be any major changes, right?" Lan Wu approached him and murmured softly, "Although the things you send to my palace are mostly the same, some are still different. I'm used to the familiar layout, so I tried my best to arrange them as they were before."
“…It’s very similar.” Chu Mingheng’s voice was strained as he looked around. It was because it was so similar, almost exactly the same as the Yilan Palace from his previous life, that he almost had the illusion that he had never been in this life, nor had he ever met Lan Wu again. It was all a dream, just like the countless dreams he had before.
The needle in his brain pierced his flesh and blood, severing his nerves inch by inch, causing him excruciating pain that felt like he was about to explode. Yet, he remained calm, then slowly closed his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then opened them again.
The room was empty; Lan Wu was nowhere to be seen.
He froze for a moment, his heart pounding like a drum. He looked around stiffly, then hesitantly called out:
“Awu…”
A ringing sound came from my ears, but I couldn't hear anything else.
He lifted his foot, which felt as if it weighed a ton, almost causing him to stumble forward a few steps. He spoke again, this time in a loud voice, filled with urgency: "Awu!"
The sound of small, running footsteps gradually drew closer and became clearly audible, while at the same time, the violent pounding in my left chest gradually subsided.
Lan Wu's voice reached his ears through the painted screen and the few feet between them.
"What?" She seemed to be alarmed by the call, thinking that something had happened to Chu Mingheng. She rushed out and appeared in front of Chu Mingheng, quickly replying, "What's wrong? I'm here..."
Her body was embraced, touching the coldness and softness from outside the palace.
Lan Wu didn't know what was wrong with him, but she seemed to be able to sense his anxiety from his embrace, so she reached out and hugged him back, patting his back comfortingly.
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