The smile on Lan Ye's lips froze slightly, "What do you mean?"
Lan Shuang smiled. "No, I just wanted to ask, Father, have you really made up your mind? The Crown Prince is the heir apparent to the throne. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will ascend the throne in the future. The Fifth Prince's maternal family has declined, and he has no one to rely on. He also appears to be weak and incompetent. Who do you want me to choose?"
Lan Ye stared at her deeply for a moment, then stood up slowly. "Don't worry about that. I'll make it clear to you what's going to happen next. All you have to do now is contact the Crown Prince. He'll be hosting a banquet in three days, and you'll have a copy of the invitation. You know what to do."
Lan Shuang had a severe headache, her temples were throbbing, and after sitting for a while she felt dizzy and nauseous.
But she didn't want to show her weakness in front of Lan Ye, so she just smiled and said, "Okay."
Seeing her agree, Lan Ye's expression brightened slightly. "Since you're not feeling well, go to bed early. I'll come see you another day."
Lan Shuang didn't say anything. After he left, she immediately jumped out of bed, ran to the outer room, found a basin, and started vomiting.
Lan Ye, who had just walked out the door, happened to hear it. He paused as he was about to go down the stairs, then retracted his foot. He turned his head to look at the closed door, and pursed his lips slightly.
The maid came up and said, "Master Imperial Master."
Lan Ye came back to his senses and whispered, "Go get some clean water, and ask the kitchen to make a bowl of hangover soup and send it over."
"yes."
The maid took the order and left, and Lan Ye went down the stairs. As he walked, he thought about Lan Shuang's every move just now, and remembered the look in her eyes when she looked at him, which seemed submissive but actually contained a hint of provocation.
Could it be that after getting drunk, your personality has changed?
Lan Ye twisted his fingers unconsciously again, and the red mark flashed through his mind again. His eyes dimmed slightly and he walked away quickly.
…
Lan Shuang felt much better after vomiting, but she felt weak all over. She touched her forehead and said, "Xiao Baba, why do I feel like I have a fever?"
888: "Host, don't worry, I'll help you check it!"
Lan Shuang sat on the ground, leaning against a stool to calm her breathing. A moment later, 888 started yelling, "Ah! Host, you really have a fever, and it's quite high. We need to call a doctor right away!"
Lan Shuang nodded calmly: "I was wondering why I felt uncomfortable everywhere."
Just then, a maid came in with some water and was startled to see Lan Shuang sitting on the ground. "Saint, what's wrong with you? The ground is cold, don't catch a cold!"
She put down the basin and went to help Lan Shuang. Lan Shuang's scorching body temperature showed through her thin undershirt. The maid felt something was wrong when she touched her: "Are you having a fever?"
"Well, don't panic. Go get the court doctor and have someone empty the contents of the basin and clean it up."
The maid looked at the basin and saw that it was full of wine and sour water that she had vomited. It smelled really bad.
"Yes, I will help you to the bed first."
"Thank you."
Lan Shuang returned to bed. The maid covered her with the quilt, wet a handkerchief, wrung it out, and folded it before placing it on her forehead. "I'll go find a doctor right away!"
Lan Shuang could no longer hear what she was saying at this time. She was groggy and could feel that there was always someone coming and going in the room, but no one came close, so she didn't take it seriously and let herself fall into a deep sleep.
The maid went to find Lan Ye. Lan Ye rushed over immediately after knowing that Lan Shuang had a fever, even though Lan Shuang was fine when he left.
"Master Imperial Master—"
Lan Ye went back and came back wearing a mask. He walked to the door and the maids immediately saluted him.
Lan Ye walked straight past them without even looking at them. Just as he reached the inner room, the doctor who had hurried over from outside also arrived.
"grown ups!"
The doctor almost bumped into the imperial teacher, and after stopping, he quickly saluted.
The Imperial Master turned his head and looked at him: "Yueying, go and take a look at her."
"yes."
Yueying came forward carrying the medicine box, and the maid immediately opened the bed curtain, took out one of Lan Shuang's hands, placed it on the edge of the bed, and put a silk handkerchief on her wrist.
Yueying took Lan Shuang's pulse through the silk handkerchief, while the others dared not breathe and waited with bated breath.
After a while, Yueying frowned and stood up, saying, "Sir, the young lady drank too much and damaged her spleen and stomach. She also caught a cold, which is why she has a fever. I will prescribe some medicine for her. She should drink it for five days and she will recover."
"Let the fever go down first."
Lan Ye's voice sounded a little cold through the mask.
"yes."
The maid immediately brought paper and pen. Yueying wrote quickly, and once the prescription was ready, she gave it to the maid: "Hurry up and boil the medicine. Ask the kitchen to make a bowl of thick porridge. This will fill the young lady's stomach later."
"yes."
…
Everyone was busy, except Lan Shuang who was sleeping soundly and unconscious.
When she regained consciousness, she felt someone standing at the head of the bed.
Fortunately, she is brave. If someone is less brave, he would be scared to death.
"Godfather, are you still awake? Are you standing here keeping watch for me?"
Lan Shuang's voice was hoarse and low, with a sickly tone, which was heartbreaking to hear.
Lan Ye frowned: "You've gone too far this time."
Lan Shuang chuckled lightly: "Don't worry, I won't miss anything. It's just a cold. I'll definitely recover in three days. I won't miss the Crown Prince's banquet."
Lan Ye: “…”
He snorted softly, flicked his sleeves and left, "That's better."
Lan Shuang looked at his departing figure, bewildered: "Hmm?"
She asked 888, "Is he leaving now? Is he crazy? He stood here for so long just to hear a sarcastic remark from me?"
888 was silent for a moment, then pinched his chin and said, "I think you're pretty straight sometimes."
Lan Shuang: “???”
It wasn't until the maid brought the porridge over and helped her drink it that Lan Shuang suddenly realized: "Look at me, I'm sick and confused. Is Lan Ye worried?"
888: "Yeah, you finally figured it out."
Lan Shuang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She slowly lay down and pulled the quilt. "I'm not used to it yet. It's been a long time since I went back to ancient times. I forgot that the ancients were so cunning. Plus, Lan Ye is such a leader, I didn't react at all."
888 said it all, "I think you're just too lazy to bother with him, right? You're not like that with Los. Just by the way he purses his lips, you know exactly what he's jealous of."
Lan Shuang: “…”
She was stunned for a moment, then laughed softly, "Alright, I see it but don't say it out loud. Life is a lifetime, and the heart is so big. I give it all to one person, so how can I share it? The original owner loves Lan Ye, but I don't love him, so - what he thinks is none of my business."
"Saint, the medicine is here."
Lan Shuang was lying drowsy on the bed. The maid came in with a bowl of medicine. Lan Shuang touched her stomach. The porridge had not been digested yet. Now she had to drink a bowl of medicine. Could she still sleep tonight?
"Lord Yueying's medicine is very effective. The Saint will recover soon after drinking it. There is no need to worry."
Seeing her dazed and not drinking, the maid thought she was worried. Lan Shuang shook her head without explaining. She sat up, took the bowl, and asked 888, "Little Baba, is it poisonous?"
888 checked and said, "This one doesn't exist, host, don't worry."
"Hmm." Lan Shuang picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp, leaving the maid stunned.
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