"Minister Huo doesn't want anyone to see him leave in tears; he is proud," the Empress Dowager said. It must be said that she understood Huo Baichuan very well. "The Huo family just told me that they hoped to bring him back to the Huo residence. If you are unwilling, I will arrange for him to recuperate at Prince Yong's residence."
Zhao Shu understood that neither she nor Huo Baichuan were married, and if Huo Baichuan were left in the Yongwang Mansion, she didn't know what others would say. The Huo family was a scholarly family, a century-old clan, and their reputation was naturally very important. But Zhao Shu felt sorry for him when she heard this.
After thinking for a moment, I said, "Once his condition stabilizes in a few days, let's move him to Jiangying Garden. There are imperial physicians there, and we can assign one to take special care of him. What do you think?"
The Empress Dowager nodded with satisfaction. She was really afraid that Zhao Shu would be stubborn and insist on keeping Huo Baichuan at the Prince Yong's residence.
Zhao Shu really wanted to stay, but he probably wouldn't want to either.
It's unclear what the Huo family said to him inside, or what he said to the Huo family inside, but soon Huo Guxian was escorted out by a crowd. When he saw Zhao Shu, everyone fell silent.
Huo Guxian took a few steps to Zhao Shu and said, choking back tears, "Sister Ajun, your second uncle is calling you."
"Okay." Zhao Shu nodded and walked past the Huo family members into the house.
He entered the house with a smile on his face, but he seemed much more relaxed than before. "Come here, I have two things to tell you."
"Okay." Zhao Shu squatted down beside his bed. "Don't be so loud, I can hear you. Save your energy."
"It's nothing serious," he said casually, taking Zhao Shu's hand, but he couldn't quite hold it. Zhao Shu squeezed back.
"First, take me home." He did say those words after all. Zhao Shu's heart sank to the bottom, but she nodded with tears in her eyes. Then she shook her head. "No, I'll take you to Jiangying Garden and have the imperial physician take care of you personally, okay?"
“Okay.” He nodded. “Secondly, I have no children. If the grass on my grave grows three feet tall next year, remember to bring your children to sweep my grave and let them call me godfather. I will give him all my books.”
“Okay,” Zhao Shu said, her voice trembling.
He had no children and was young. Zhao Shu was filled with hatred, hating that those who should have died didn't, while those who shouldn't have died ended up in such a state!
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