Chapter 52: Recovering from Injury in Deren Hall
The next day, the dawn broke.
Feng Moheng hurried to Derentang.
Yesterday, he brought Liu Jingyi back to the Prince's Mansion. Although the wound was not fatal, it was very deep and frightening to look at.
He and the doctor stayed by Liu Jingyi's side for two full hours without leaving.
Feng Moheng heaved a sigh of relief only after the doctor said her condition was stable.
But just when he was about to set off for Derentang to visit Shen Yuling, Liu Jingyi woke up.
Feng Moheng couldn't bear to see her sad, so he stayed in Sujinyuan and stayed with her.
It was not until early this morning that Feng Moheng arrived at Derentang.
He walked hurriedly into the room.
Shen Yuling was still unconscious, with thick gauze wrapped around her head.
His face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, and he looked extremely weak.
Xitong stood quietly beside her, and when she saw Feng Moheng come in, she just bowed slightly.
Feng Moheng saw Shen Yuling who had lost her former vitality.
He frowned, feeling as if a huge rock was pressing down on his heart, making it heavy.
"How is the Princess? What did the doctor say?"
Xitong already had some opinions about Feng Moheng in her heart, but as a servant after all, she could only maintain the proper attitude at this moment.
"The master's head was seriously injured. Although his life is not in danger for the time being, but..."
Xitong paused.
"But what?"
Feng Moheng's tone suddenly became a little anxious as he asked.
"But I don't know if the master can wake up. Even if he wakes up, I don't know if his consciousness can still be as clear as before."
Xitong lowered her head and spoke softly.
Feng Moheng's body seemed to shake violently.
I was a little unsteady on my feet and subconsciously took two steps back.
He lowered his head in silence, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.
Was this assassination aimed at him or Shen Yuling?
But what enemies could Shen Yuling have in Beijing?
After thinking about it, Feng Moheng could only think of Liu Jingyi and Liu Zhaoyi.
Can……
Liu Jingyi loved him so much that she never cared about her own safety...
Feng Moheng's heart was in a mess...
He walked aside and sat down on a round stool, his expression revealing a hint of fatigue and solemnity.
Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of the lantern placed beside the bed.
"Did the Princess buy that lantern herself?"
Feng Moheng murmured, a strange emotion inexplicably rising in his heart.
Could it be that what Shen Yuling said before, that she only wanted the lanterns made for her by the person who loved her, was a lie?
Xitong sighed softly.
She said slowly, "Last night, after the master separated from you, she did not go to the clothing store as she said, but went to the lantern shop to make lanterns especially for you."
"After the master made it carefully, he wanted to go to the lake to find you and give you the lantern in person, but who could have expected that he would encounter those assassins on the way."
"I thought of your kindness to you, so I went to the long street and picked up the lantern that you accidentally dropped in panic."
Xitong's face was full of sadness and her eyes were slightly red.
But in her heart, she was silently complaining.
Humph, her host would never really make a lantern for this scumbag, let alone harm her own body for this scumbag.
Feng Moheng frowned.
His eyes were fixed on the lanterns for a long time.
She said that lanterns are meaningful only when they are made by loved ones themselves.
Because Shen Yuling loved him, she made lanterns for him, but she never asked him to make one for her.
Feng Moheng stood up, walked to the bedside and sat down, staring at the unconscious Shen Yuling.
He reached out and stroked Shen Yuling's cold cheek.
His movements were gentle and cautious, as if he was afraid of hurting her.
It was clear that Liu Jingyi had just blocked a knife for him yesterday, and was still lying in Sujinyuan of the Prince's Mansion, her injuries not yet healed.
But his mind was involuntarily focused on Shen Yuling.
She just made a lantern for him, why did it make him feel so empty inside?
Feng Moheng suddenly seemed to be bewitched by something and slowly bent down.
His thin lips gently touched Shen Yuling's cold lips.
The movements were gentle yet a little eager, as if he wanted to convey his feelings to her and wake her up in this way.
Shen Yuling, wake up, I...I don’t want to lose you.
After a moment, Feng Moheng stood up and left the bed.
His expression returned to being stern again, as if the affectionate person just now was not him at all.
"Have someone send the Princess back to the Prince's Mansion." Feng Moheng ordered calmly.
Xitong hurriedly stepped forward.
He said, "Your Highness, the most respected doctor in Deren Hall, Su Heling, has specifically reminded you that the master is in the critical period of recovery from his injuries and should not be moved."
"The master has injured his head. We cannot allow his head to be injured again due to shaking."
Feng Moheng pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment.
"Then... take good care of the Princess."
After saying that, he turned around and left the room.
And in the palace.
After Li Ming received the news from the Prince's Mansion, he felt overwhelmed.
Your Majesty has just given the order.
He said that there was no need to report any news about Concubine Shen to him recently.
But who could have expected that news would come from the Prince's Mansion today.
Concubine Shen was injured while out for fun during the Lantern Festival last night and is currently recovering in Derentang.
However, no one in the Prince's Mansion had ever seen the extent of Concubine Shen's injuries, so they did not know the specific situation.
Why.
The more Li Ming thought about it, the more upset he became. This matter was really tricky.
Forget it, forget it.
He should report the truth, and at the same time test His Majesty's attitude towards Concubine Shen.
Thinking this, Li Ming walked into the hall.
At this time, Quan Minghe was sitting behind the imperial desk reviewing memorials.
His expression was meticulous, revealing a cold and majestic air.
"Your Majesty, yesterday during the Lantern Festival, the prince took Concubine Shen and her concubines out for fun, but they never expected to encounter an assassin again."
"Unfortunately, Concubine Shen was injured and is currently recovering in Deren Hall."
Quan Minghe, who was originally holding a pen to review memorials, paused.
He frowned subconsciously.
However, the strange expression only flashed by for a moment.
Soon, he continued to review memorials leisurely as if nothing had happened.
I just asked casually: "Is the injury serious?"
"Your Majesty, the people in the Prince's Mansion did not report that Concubine Shen was seriously injured."
Li Ming reported truthfully.
"I understand, get out."
Quan Minghe said calmly without even raising his head.
Upon hearing this, Li Ming hurriedly bowed respectfully and walked out.
After Li Ming left, Quan Minghe's expression turned a little ugly.
Could it be that because he hadn't summoned her for more than half a month, she had begun to learn to use self-torture to attract his attention?
Quan Minghe had never cared about the concubines using these little tricks.
But when I heard that she was actually hurting her own body, I felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
He put down his pen.
He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and frowned.
Since it’s not serious, you should recuperate outside the palace.
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