"How is the Queen Mother today?"
Standing in front of the bed, Feng Changye glanced at the sleeping empress dowager and asked the imperial physician behind him in a low voice.
The imperial physician looked at his back in confusion, feeling bewildered.
I don’t know when it started, but the emperor seemed like a different person.
He had been so cruel and brutal to the Queen Mother before, even as a bystander, he felt that this was not something a son could do to his mother...
But now, the Emperor is extremely caring towards the Empress Dowager, and is three times more gentle than the most filial son in history books.
Once, he had the windows of this bedroom sealed with wooden bars, blocking it tightly like a prison.
Now, he has had the wooden strips removed and the windows covered with gauze to prevent sunlight from coming in.
Once, he removed all the expensive furnishings and decorations in this bedroom, leaving the house bare and empty.
Today, this bedroom is covered with long-haired blankets donated by small tribes, and is filled with the most gorgeous and valuable furnishings and decorations, making it even more luxurious than the Taiji Hall.
That’s not all.
Now the emperor would personally feed the empress dowager medicine and food.
Even if the Queen Mother went crazy and knocked over the bowl of porridge in his hand, spilling it all over him, he would not get angry, but would just silently fill a new bowl and continue feeding him.
These two completely different attitudes gave the imperial physician an absurd illusion.
It seemed as if the emperor was facing two completely different empress dowagers.
One makes the emperor hate her extremely, and the other makes the emperor respect her extremely.
These thoughts flashed through his mind in the blink of an eye, and the imperial physician quickly and respectfully replied.
"Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager drank a tranquilizer today and is much calmer than she was a few days ago. She no longer cries or throws things. When she's awake, she just sits quietly by the window, gazing at the flowers and plants outside."
Feng Changye nodded. "Back off."
After the imperial physician left, Feng Changye slowly sat down beside the bed.
He heard what the imperial physician had said just now.
The imperial physician didn't know when he began to change, but he himself would never forget that day.
It was one evening eighteen days ago.
During those days, the imperial physician told her that the vicious empress dowager had been forced to drink venison porridge every day, and had suffered a mental breakdown and madness, and was exhausted. She was probably not going to hold on for much longer, so he would take time to visit her every day.
On the evening of eighteen days ago, as soon as he walked into Shoukang Palace, he saw the vicious empress dowager lying on the bed, crying, staring at the window, and constantly opening her mouth and making mouth shapes.
She was shouting, Jin'er...
He stood quietly not far away and watched her.
Watching her tears flow like beads from a broken string. Watching her eyes gradually become blurred, watching her slowly close her mouth and stop shouting...
He stared at her without blinking, and in the blink of an eye, her distracted eyes became bright again!
It was like a last burst of energy, or like a completely new person had returned to that body!
He held his breath and looked at her, then he heard her inner voice -
Long Er.
He heard these two words clearly!
That was a nickname that the vicious Queen Mother would never call him by. That was a name that only his biological mother would call him by!
With red eyes, he walked step by step to the bed, lowered his head to look at the person on the bed, and said softly, "Mother, I am Long'er, your Long'er—"
The next moment, the person on the bed suddenly turned around and looked at him.
After staring at him for a while, she looked away blankly at the window, as if he was not standing next to her.
With red eyes, he thought, maybe he had grown up and his mother didn't recognize him anymore.
So he ran like crazy to get the small clothes and swaddling clothes that his mother had embroidered herself, handed the swaddling clothes to the person on the bed, and waited to see her reaction.
The moment she saw the swaddling clothes, she, who had been crazy and numb before, suddenly became happy!
She held the swaddle happily, and although her expression was still crazy, the tenderness in her eyes could not be hidden.
She gently patted the swaddling clothes with her weak hands and opened her mouth to silently call Long'er.
At that moment, he was sure.
His biological mother is back.
Although she suffered a mental breakdown and became insane, she still remembered that she had a son named Long'er, and she had never forgotten her love for her son.
So from that day on, he would come to Shoukang Palace to sit every day.
The same is true today.
"Mother, I suddenly understand why you love Long'er so much..."
Feng Changye sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his mother sleeping, and murmured softly to himself.
"When I felt the fetal movement in the Queen's belly just now, I suddenly understood the inexplicable love that parents have for their children."
"That's the bond of blood, that's the attachment you can never let go of once you've felt it..."
"A lifetime of concern."
He looked at his mother with red eyes.
"Just like you now, even if you've gone crazy, you still can't let go of your concern for Long'er. You'll hold Long'er's swaddling clothes as a treasure, and you'll get angry at anyone who tries to snatch it away..."
His slender fingers gently tidied the loose hair on his mother's face.
He leaned over slowly and whispered.
"Mother, please wait a moment. The Queen is pregnant now and can't stand any stimulation. After she gives birth, I will tell her the truth about my mind reading ability and ask her to help you exchange the elixir to save you..."
"Please forgive me for being unfilial. I cannot let anything happen to the Queen and her two children. So I can only ask you to wait for another two or three months, okay?"
The person sleeping soundly on the bed showed no reaction.
However, for Feng Changye, even if his mother did not respond, even if he could only watch her quietly like this, he could still find that rare sense of peace and security.
That is the peace of mind that children can only find with their parents.
…
For the next two months, Feng Changye's days were fulfilling.
State affairs were waiting for him to handle, the queen and children were waiting for his company, and his mother was waiting for him to take care of her. He was busy and happy.
Other fathers only feel happiness while waiting for their children to be born.
He is four.
The twins, a boy and a girl, brought him two kinds of happiness. He was happy that the queen would soon be freed from suffering, and he was also happy that his mother would soon be cured and return to normal.
The combination of these four joys makes him energetic and full of energy every day.
Compared to him, Zhu Wuhuan's life is much more boring.
Her daily routine is to eat, drink and wait for the baby to be born.
The imperial physician once said that a very small number of women pregnant with twins will give birth prematurely at more than seven months, so they need to be monitored at all times starting from the seventh month.
So during the seven months of her pregnancy, everyone in the palace was worried, fearing that she would give birth prematurely and cause the baby in her belly to be weak and unhealthy.
But she was lucky. She was not one of the few babies who gave birth prematurely in July. She spent July safely and made it to the eighth month.
Now, more than ten days have passed since the eighth month.
The imperial physician said that the baby would be due in the next few days.
So every day she was followed by a large group of people, and no matter where she went, there were dozens of people surrounding her, just to watch her water break.
That night, she lay down and rested as if nothing had happened.
After sleeping for half an hour, I suddenly felt hot under my body.
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