Ye Wumian slept for three full months before waking up.
When he opened his eyes, the servant beside him said happily:
"Your Highness, you are finally awake. I will report this to Concubine Rong right away."
After a while, a graceful and elegant middle-aged lady walked in.
Before she could even open her mouth to speak, her son's words shocked her.
"Mother, where are Chuchu and Ci'er?"
Rong Fei was completely bewildered! Who were Chuchu and Ci'er? Did her son break his head and go insane?
Seeing his mother's strange expression, Ye Wumian asked:
"What happened to Mother? Did Chuchu have a quarrel with her son and took Ci'er back to her parents' home?"
Rong Fei finally forced herself to calm down.
"Mian'er, who are the Chuchu and Ci'er you mentioned?"
Ye Wumian said as a matter of course:
"Mother, you are playing dumb with your son again. Chuchu is your princess consort! Isn't Ci'er my son, your grandson?"
"You like Ci'er the most on weekdays, and you even ask your son to bring Ci'er to the palace to visit you whenever he has time."
Rong Fei was now even more certain that her son had gone insane, but she still had to find a way to calm him down.
"Whose daughter is Princess Jing?"
"Mother, why are you confused again? Isn't Chuchu the legitimate daughter of General Weiyuan's mansion? When you first saw her in Gong Anshang, you thought she was gentle and charming, and immediately asked the emperor for permission to marry her to your son. Have you forgotten?"
Rong Feiliang was so choked that she almost fell off her seat.
Although she didn't want to hurt her son, she had to tell the truth.
"Mian'er, there is no such thing as Chu Chu Ci'er. This is just your nightmare."
"You've been in a coma for over three months. My poor son, you've suffered so much that you can't even tell the difference between reality and dreams..."
While Concubine Rong was crying, the emperor also came.
With so many people confirming it, Ye Wumian had to accept the reality that he was really having a nightmare.
But the scene in the dream was so real, and his wife's gentle and considerate expression was still imprinted on his face.
My son is lively and cute, and the memories of his father in his lifetime seem to be still ringing in my ears.
They are obviously two living people, how could they be fake?
After comforting her son, Concubine Rong called all the guards around him to her side.
"Did anything happen when you went out with the prince? Did any strange women appear around him?"
The guards did not dare to hide anything and told everything that had happened.
Including the fact that Ye Wumian planted aphrodisiacs.
He also drew a portrait of Lin Yachu.
"Your Majesty, the girl in this portrait is the one who originally detoxified the prince. Her name is Lin Yachu."
The emperor lowered his eyes slightly, wondering if the Chuchu his son had chosen was her.
He immediately ordered people to investigate Lin Yachu's whereabouts.
"Don't worry, my dear. We'll talk about everything after we find Miss Lin."
He hurried back to the imperial study, gently pushed open the door of the dark room and walked down.
There was a dusty book on the table.
Gently flip through the contents.
As written above, the Ye family had two predecessors who were not prophets.
Could it be that Mian'er inherited the abilities of his ancestors?
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