Chapter 138 Who Do You Prefer?
The imperial physician arrived shortly afterward and hurriedly took Chu Mingheng's pulse.
Taking pulses is one thing, but having a room full of people watching is the real pressure.
Chu Mingheng stared at the screen on the other side. Lan Wu was still washing up inside. The screen was too thick, and he couldn't even see her.
But a short while later, a person came out from inside.
It's not Lan Wu.
Chu Mingheng frowned in displeasure, but then the man bowed and replied, "Your Majesty, the Empress has asked me to find her hairpin."
Chu Mingheng remained silent.
Hibiscus carefully made her way toward the soft couch, found the hairpins and jewelry that had been taken off and piled together, quickly gathered them up, and took them behind the screen.
"Your Majesty has a slight fever, but the symptoms are not serious. It should be due to catching a chill from the cold wind. A dose of medicine should be enough." Although he said this, the imperial physician found it strange. The last time he took His Majesty's pulse, he heard the Empress say that His Majesty had a fever, but he couldn't detect it when he took the pulse. His Majesty is in good health, so how could there be any problem?
Now that I've taken your pulse, it does indeed seem like a fever, and... Your Majesty's liver fire seems to be quite severe.
"Your Majesty should calm your emotions and avoid extreme joy or sorrow."
As soon as he finished speaking, the imperial physician, seeing that His Majesty didn't take it to heart, quickly glanced at the personal eunuch beside His Majesty, as if reminding him to inform the Empress about the matter.
Chu Mingheng was getting impatient. He stood up and walked towards the back of the screen, but then stopped, glanced back at the people in the hall, and said softly, "Go down."
The imperial physician quickly left, and Chen Kang'an had no choice but to withdraw as well.
Inside the screen, Lan Wu was worried that the mark on her neck couldn't be covered up. Mu Jin suggested wrapping it with a ribbon, since it wasn't cold in the main hall and the ribbon wouldn't look too conspicuous.
Just as she was about to tie the ribbon on Lan Wu, a gust of wind came from behind her, followed by a strong force that pushed her away.
Lan Wu looked up at the newcomer in shock.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me." Mu Jin looked bewildered, not knowing what she had done wrong, but seeing His Majesty's reaction, she quickly knelt down.
"Mujin, get up quickly—" Lanwu reached out to help her, but her hand was grabbed halfway through.
Chu Mingheng pulled her into his arms and sat down in Lan Wu's chair. He gently buried his face in Lan Wu's neck, but his eyes were cold as he looked at Mu Jin, saying the same thing again: "Get down."
Mu Jin hurriedly put down what she was holding and quickly went downstairs.
Lan Wu stared blankly at this scene—her hair wasn't even properly styled yet.
"How could you..." She hesitated for a moment, not saying that Chu Mingheng was too fierce, but instead glanced outside the screen again, and realizing that no one was outside, asked him, "What did the imperial physician say?"
Chu Mingheng held her without saying a word.
Judging from his reaction...
Lan Wu gritted her teeth, grabbed his clothes, and turned to meet his gaze: "You didn't hear a thing the imperial physician said, did you?"
Chu Mingheng remained calm and composed, and did not speak upon hearing this. He simply found Lan Wu's sullen appearance somewhat novel. After a moment of distraction, he heard Lan Wu call his name.
"Hmm?" Chu Mingheng hugged her tighter, buried his face in Lan Wu's neck and took a deep breath.
Lan Wu struggled but couldn't break free, so she looked up at the ceiling. Just as she was about to speak, the person holding her spoke first:
"Awu, which version of me do you prefer?"
Chu Mingheng's questions were always extraordinary.
His tone didn't sound strange at all, but it was precisely this casual attitude that made people feel even more flustered and uneasy.
As if knowing that Lan Wu was not comfortable answering this question, he chuckled lightly, putting Lan Wu at ease: "It's alright, no matter which one I am, I am still me. Whichever one you like, I will be happy."
Finally, his breath gently brushed against Lan Wu's ear, and his warm kisses traveled down her neck to her cheek, like a snake without malice or venom, intimately trying to demonstrate its goodness.
Lan Wu was taken aback by these words—she couldn't believe it.
"I like them all," she said, then hurriedly remembered something more important.
"Your Majesty, how much do you still remember?" She felt that Chu Mingheng seemed completely unaware of the events of this life, but he was not exactly the same Chu Mingheng she had last seen in her previous life. "Do you remember what happened with Prince Wei at the New Year's Eve banquet this afternoon?"
As expected, Chu Mingheng shook his head.
Lan Wu's pupils suddenly contracted, that...
"Where is His Majesty?" she asked Chu Mingheng in this life.
People become different after waking up. Does that mean they have to sleep to turn back?
But now it's too late to let Chu Mingheng get another sleep.
Lan Wu was anxious when her cheek was suddenly pinched and her lips were squeezed and pouted. Facing Chu Mingheng, she could clearly see the fierceness on his face and hear him ask, word by word, "Do you want him more? You like him more, don't you?"
Chu Mingheng was so angry he wanted to bite his teeth, but he couldn't take it out on Lan Wu. So he let go of her, pursed his lips, put Lan Wu off him, and got up on his own.
Lan Wu thought he was going to leave, but she saw him pacing back and forth in the hall, looking like he was about to go crazy but forcing himself to hold back.
"I didn't think that way..." Lan Wu whispered to herself, sitting in the chair with her hands hanging down on her knees. After speaking, she glanced up at Chu Mingheng.
"So you like me more?" Chu Mingheng seemed to have returned from the dead of winter, anxiously approaching her, crouching down to ask her.
Lan Wu shook her head: "You are the same person, it's just... you just haven't remembered yet."
As long as Chu Mingheng remembers everything from this life, wouldn't it be the same person?
But Chu Mingheng didn't think so. He looked at Lan Wu fiercely, pinched her chin, and warned her, "If you don't remember, you can't treat me like a person. Tell me, you like me, don't you!"
After he finished speaking fiercely, he saw Lan Wu's eyes redden, and his grip loosened considerably. He seemed caught off guard and at a loss, stammering, "I wasn't being harsh with you, it's my fault, my fault..."
He hugged Lan Wu again, gently patting her back and touching her slender spine. His heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, could not find peace. He whispered, "A Wu, I haven't seen you for so long. Just say it, say you like me, fulfill my beautiful dream, please, A Wu... I miss you so much..."
He said it was a dream—he thought it was a dream?
Lan Wu paused for a moment, cupped Chu Mingheng's face in her hands, and saw the persistence and the bewildered emptiness in his eyes. She sighed and still agreed with him: "I like you."
No sooner had she finished speaking than her lips were sealed with a long, tender kiss.
At the same time, Lan Wu added to herself in her heart—she is not a bad woman. She likes both of them, but they are clearly the same person, so she is not a bad woman.
No, no, that's not right.
If Chu Mingheng thought it was a dream, how could he know that there was another "Chu Mingheng" in this life?
Lan Wu bit his lip, forcefully pushed him away, and looked at him: "You lied to me again?"
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