at the same time.
Anxiang Palace.
When Jiang He heard that Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess came to see him, he immediately sat up from the bed.
His face was so thin that it looked unrecognizable, making his large eyes appear particularly bright. "I heard that Noble Consort Lian was going to dance for Your Highness on Bi Bo Lake. I thought Your Highness would stay at Yue Hua Palace tonight. Why did Your Highness suddenly think of me?"
Ling Shumo was a little afraid to look Jiang He in the eye, so she sat down next to Jiang He and said, "I missed you, so I came here."
Jiang He's cheeks suddenly became hot, and he leaned against Ling Shumo. "I wonder what kind of dance Consort Lian performed for His Highness today? I have never seen Consort Lian dance before. He is so good-looking, and he must be even more beautiful in a dance costume."
Jiang He said, hugging Ling Shumo's arm, and her tone was quite coquettish, "Your Highness, who do you think dances better, me or you?"
To be fair, Xue Wu's dancing skills were many times better than Jiang He's. Ling Shumo said, "Of course you dance the best."
Jiang He looked up at Ling Shumo, his eyes filled with joy. "As soon as I recover, I will immediately learn another dance and perform it for Your Highness."
Ling Shumo's hand gently stroked his cheek. After a while, Ling Shumo heard her deliberately suppressed and gentle voice, "Okay, I also hope that your illness will get better soon. When the time comes..."
Somehow, Ling Shumo suddenly couldn't continue speaking, so she simply moved closer to Jiang He and kissed him on the cheek.
It gets dark early in winter.
By the time it was time for dinner, all the candles in the house needed to be lit.
The two of them sat down at the dining table.
Ling Shumo looked at the delicious food on the table, and then looked at the small bowl of porridge in front of Jiang He that had been boiled into a paste. She felt that she had completely lost her appetite.
Since Jiang He injured his stomach, he had been eating tasteless porridge. Today, because Ling Shumo wanted to stay and have dinner with him, there was a normal meal on the table.
He smelled the aroma of the five-flavor almond goose on the plate and couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva. "Your Highness, when will Doctor Li arrive in the capital? When I recover from my illness, I will eat delicious food every day to make up for all the suffering I have endured these days..." He spoke with great interest, and his speech speed became faster and faster. He didn't notice the complicated expression on Ling Shumo's face beside him.
Ling Shumo ate a few mouthfuls of rice and asked the servants to take away all the food.
Ling Shumo pulled Jiang He's hand in front of her.
Jiang He's wide sleeves slid down, revealing a section of his forearm covered with skin and bones.
Jiang He's appetite is getting smaller and smaller. If he cannot get proper treatment, his final outcome will be starvation to death.
The night grew darker.
Jiang He looked at Ling Shumo uncertainly, "Your Highness, will you stay here with me tonight?" What he meant was that he was so sick now that he was obviously unable to serve Ling Shumo.
Ling Shumo randomly pulled out a book from the drawer of the bedside table. "You used to read storybooks to me, but tonight, let's switch gears and let me read you stories to put you to sleep."
Jiang He felt his stomach cramping again. Normally at this time, he would curl up in his blankets, gritting his teeth to endure the pain. The pain was so severe at night that he couldn't sleep. Even when he was too sleepy to fall asleep, he would be woken up by the cramping pain in his stomach.
Originally, tonight should have been a difficult sleepless night, but as he listened to the princess's gentle voice reading stories beside his bed, the pain in his body seemed to lessen.
Ling Shumo turned the notebook in her hand to the last page. Well, the story was over.
Jiang He rolled over and rolled to the innermost part of the bed. Ling Shumo took off her undershirt and lay down beside him. The servant came over, extinguished all the candles in the room, and then gently closed the door.
The room was so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of you.
Ling Shumo felt someone beside her rubbing against her, so she turned sideways and hugged Jiang He. Jiang He's bones were poking her, which made her feel a little uncomfortable. Not only was it physically uncomfortable, but her heart was even more uncomfortable than her body.
Jiang He said that if his stomach was healthy, he could eat a whole cow now.
He had so many things he wanted to eat, whether they flew in the sky, walked on the ground, were meaty or vegetarian, or even seafood. As long as it had flavor, he wanted to eat it. "Your Highness, the medicine Imperial Doctor Zhang prescribed is both unpalatable and useless. I feel like my tongue is being pickled with the bitter herbs. I wish Divine Doctor Li could arrive at the Eastern Palace tomorrow. Although her prescription will probably be quite bitter, at least it will be effective..."
Ling Shumo reached out in the dark and pressed Jiang He's lips. "Stop talking. Go to sleep. I'm sleepy."
Jiang He obediently shut his mouth. But if there was light in the room now, he would find that Ling Shumo, who said she was sleepy, was now wide-eyed.
Ling Shumo really couldn't sleep.
The room was so quiet that one could hear the sound of falling air, but she could clearly hear the countdown of Jiang He's life.
Being starved to death because of not being able to eat is such a cruel and painful way to die.
In the dark night, Ling Shumo clenched her fists tightly.
She was already the crown princess of the Chisha Empire, and she was so close to the pinnacle of power, but the person she wanted to keep was still going to die.
Why did Divine Doctor Li die at such a critical moment? Why did the Emperor kill Divine Doctor Li? If the Emperor hadn't killed Divine Doctor Li, he would have come to the East Palace to treat Jiang He.
It happens again and again.
If it weren't for her mother, the empress, who sat high on the throne, Pei Jiusheng wouldn't have died so early. If it weren't for her mother's excessive favor towards Shen Hefeng, her father wouldn't have lost an eye.
If, she meant if. If the supreme power that weighed on her head could disappear. Then everything would be under her control. The person she wanted to keep could stay with her forever.
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