Chapter 142 The Unloved Princess 17
Even though he had lost some of his rationality, he still remembered the fact that His Majesty was weak, and Wei Ce would subconsciously use less strength when holding someone.
The imperial physician on duty arrived quickly, and even when he saw the Prince of Zhenbei appear in His Majesty's bedroom early in the morning, there was no abnormality on his face.
After respectfully examining His Majesty and arriving at the conclusion that there was nothing to worry about, Wei Ce and the entire Cuiwei Palace staff breathed a sigh of relief.
Nan Qiao got up early today, and there was still half an hour before court. Sitting on the couch, she looked at Wei Ce, who was staring at her like a wolfhound, and felt helpless.
"It's almost time for the court session. Prince Zhenbei should go back first."
"I have trespassed into the palace. Why doesn't Your Majesty issue an order to punish me?"
He was sent away with just a few words, which reminded him of the discomfort he had felt a few days ago.
Nan Qiao smiled. The palace was a little dim in the morning. His Majesty, dressed in pure white clothes, was less majestic than usual and more girlish, like a solitary orchid hidden in the darkness.
"I won't punish you, but you're still unhappy?"
Wei Ce's eyes darkened, and he smiled, "I am naturally happy that I am safe and sound after trespassing into the palace. Your Majesty has been so lenient with me. I'm afraid others would be resentful if they saw this."
Others?
Nan Qiao laughed: "So you broke into my bedroom early in the morning because you were upset?"
Wei Ce: "The grace of the emperor is rare, and your majesty's grace is even more precious to me. If others were to receive it, I would naturally be jealous."
Wei Ce was the first person in history to openly express his disapproval of others receiving the emperor's favor.
Nan Qiao stopped talking.
Even though she knew what they were thinking, this was the first time she had seen them being so blatantly jealous of each other.
Wei Ce lowered his eyes, a dark look welling up in his eyes. After a moment of silence, he said in a deep voice, "...Your Majesty, is this minister's intention really so difficult to accept?"
The handsome face was hidden in the darkness, and his eyes, like those of a wild beast, were fixed on His Majesty in front of him. He was waiting for His Majesty's answer as seriously as a loyal dog, but the obscurity in his eyes added a bit of danger.
It was as if once he received an unsatisfactory answer, he would devour the person in front of him completely and eat him up.
Is it hard to accept?
Not really.
But Nan Qiao had never thought about these things.
She has never been an active person. She reached the age of 16 in Da Zhou, and she was nearly 18 when she returned to the palace. She was not young anymore. If her father had given her a marriage contract when she first returned to the palace, she might have been very obedient.
But now that she has ascended the throne, someone has come forward to express his affection to her, and he is an important official in the court, which really makes her a little overwhelmed.
But true friendship should never be underestimated.
Nan Qiao said seriously, "Your Highness's affection is certainly precious, but you are an important official in the court, and I am the Emperor of the Great Zhou. It is neither right nor proper..."
"Emotionally and rationally?" Wei Ce grinned, his eyes brightening. "Besides emotion and rationality, what about... Has Your Majesty ever been touched by my feelings in the slightest?"
Touched.
The person on the bed suddenly lost their voice, their eyelashes trembling slightly, their eyes flickering. It was cold, and His Majesty was frail. Four charcoal basins burned brightly in the corners of Cuiwei Palace, and the bed was covered with soft bedding.
The jade-like Majesty was sunk into the soft bedding, looking petite and weak in a way that made people feel sorry for him.
Are you touched?
Of course there is.
Your Majesty, who was banished from the palace when he was young and rarely received love from others, how could he not be touched by such undisguised protection and preference?
His Majesty still remained silent.
Wei Ce's expression paused slightly, as if he realized some loosening, and his heart became more excited that he could not suppress. At this moment, he was like a traveler who was about to die of thirst and got a cup of sweet spring water. He looked at His Majesty on the bed with greedy and hopeful eyes, and lowered his voice.
"Your Majesty..., your heart is also touched, isn't it?"
His Majesty on the couch did not refute his words.
Wei Ce felt a surge of ecstasy in his heart. He suppressed his excitement, walked a few steps forward to the bed, knelt on one knee, and stared at the delicate eyebrows of His Majesty lying on the bed.
"Since Your Majesty doesn't truly dislike my feelings, why do you reject me so? Your cold words all day long have really upset me. These days, every time I enter the palace, Your Majesty just tells me to leave. I feel really bad..."
The arrogant Prince of Zhenbei knelt on one knee beside the bed, pouring out his sweet love words and grievances to the empress. Taking advantage of the fact that the emperor on the couch couldn't see, his eyes were as hot and greedy as a tiger or a wolf.
The heat on her cheeks, which had not yet subsided, spread again until it reached the back of her ears. Nan Qiao turned her body to the side and buried her red face in the quilt, with her body, only wearing a single layer of clothes, outside the quilt.
This action made the eyes of the Zhenbei Marquis's son, who was watching him eagerly, flash. He paused in a wronged tone and said with concern: "...Your Majesty is weak, so please don't bury your face in the quilt. You may have difficulty breathing."
As he said this, he stood up and sat on the bed, turning his body, which was buried in the quilt, over.
Nan Qiao was stunned by the other party's actions, and then she felt a little embarrassed and annoyed. She stared at him with watery eyes, and in order to maintain the majesty of the emperor, she struggled to speak sternly, "How dare you get on my bed so casually!"
The charcoal brazier in the room was still burning brightly, so Wei Ce didn't feel cold. However, His Majesty was weak, so he still had to be careful.
He took the delicate body into his arms and wrapped the blanket on the couch around His Majesty, pleading guilty: "I know I am guilty, but Your Majesty is weak and caught a cold not long ago. You must be extremely careful."
Nan Qiao's face was still flushed. She looked down at her tightly wrapped body and said unhappily, "Since you know I'm weak, then don't come here to bother me so early in the morning."
Fortunately, I got up early today. If it was any other time, I would have been woken up by this person!
"Yes, yes, it's all my fault. I deserve to die." A smile welled up in Wei Ce's eyes. He glanced at the slightly open red window and estimated the time. It was time for His Majesty to have breakfast.
Even though His Majesty did not speak sweetly to him, his attitude towards him was not as cold as it had been a few days ago. Wei Ce felt satisfied and reluctant to leave, but it was getting late and he should indeed leave.
He asked the palace maids guarding the outer room to come in and told them to help His Majesty wash up. Wei Ce looked towards the inner room reluctantly, watching the shadowy figure dressing up behind the pearl curtain, which soon disappeared in the frost and snow of the early winter morning.
Seeing him leave, Jintang breathed a sigh of relief, turned back to the inner room, and said respectfully in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the prince has left."
Nan Qiao nodded as the palace servant behind her touched her black hair, then looked up at herself in the mirror.
Three thousand strands of black hair draped over her shoulders, her jade-white cheeks were tinged with pink, and the pink spread all the way down her neck. Her usually cold eyes were now sparkling with water...
This look is really unlike her.
…
The action of the Prince of Zhenbei breaking into the palace so early in the morning was quite a big deal. In just one morning, everyone in the court knew about it.
Logically speaking, trespassing into the palace is a serious crime and should be subject to impeachment.
only……
The court officials looked at the calm emperor sitting above, then looked away with difficulty at the emperor below, who was in high spirits and could hardly hide his pride, a change from the dejection of the past few days, who frequently attracted the attention of the court officials. The Prince of Zhenbei, who was now a first-rank general.
He looked at Prime Minister Lin, who had a rare cold face and a cold appearance, swallowed his saliva, and gave up the idea of impeachment.
Forget it, forget it.
Trespassing into the palace is indeed a serious matter, but if Your Majesty does not intend to pursue the matter, no matter how many times they impeach, it will be in vain.
The morning court ended quickly.
Wei Ce watched his Majesty's departing figure with a smile on his face. The bright yellow dress disappeared at the palace gate. He withdrew his gaze, passed by the gazes of the court officials, and walked straight towards the palace gate.
He walked with big strides and looked very proud.
Lin Qinghuai had a cold face. The court officials who wanted to curry favor with him were afraid of displeasing him and did not dare to approach him. Soon, only Prime Minister Lin in a red robe and jade crown was left in the entire Qinzheng Hall.
Lin Qinghuai's expression was slightly gloomy. He did not walk towards the palace gate like others. Instead, after leaving the palace gate, he turned a corner and walked towards Cuiwei Palace.
Nan Qiao got up early in the morning and would not go to the imperial study immediately after the morning court session. Instead, she would go back to Cuiwei Palace to rest for a few moments.
Before she could even get dressed and get on the bed, Jintang's slightly nervous voice came from outside: "...Your Majesty, Prime Minister Lin requests to see Your Majesty."
Lin Qinghuai!
His slightly sleepy eyes suddenly opened, and he thought of the other party's cold look at the morning court today. For some reason, he felt a little uneasy.
Lin Shoufu was not only a close minister, but also a teacher who taught her how to be a king. When facing Fang, she always had some respect as a disciple to her teacher.
Nan Qiao came out of the inner room, sat upright on a chair beside the desk, and then asked Jintang to call the person in.
After standing outside the palace for a moment, Lin Qinghuai entered Cuiwei Palace against the wind and frost. His Majesty was afraid of the cold, so there were several braziers even in the outer room. As soon as he entered Cuiwei Palace, he felt the warmth.
The outer room was very large, and in order to make it convenient for His Majesty to deal with folds in Cuiwei Palace, a desk was placed there. Lin Qinghuai looked at His Majesty sitting upright at the desk, and his expression finally relaxed a little.
Nan Qiao knew it was cold outside, so she asked him to sit down and asked someone to serve him some hot tea. Lin Qinghuai smiled faintly and thanked her, then sat down. He took the hot tea handed to him by the palace servant and drank it slowly.
Thinking that Prime Minister Lin might have something important to discuss, Nan Qiao dismissed the palace servants. Now, there were only her and Lin Qinghuai in the outer room.
Perhaps he was really ignored. Lin Qinghuai drank a few sips of hot tea, his expression unclear, and he didn't say a word.
After all, he was an emperor who had just ascended the throne. His aura was indeed not as great as that of Prime Minister Lin, who had been in officialdom for a long time. Even though he tried hard to maintain the dignity of an emperor, his aura unconsciously weakened.
Lin Qinghuai's expression remained unchanged, his heavy gaze shifting downwards to the jade fingers of His Majesty, who was clutching the white porcelain teacup across from him. His fingers were like scallions, and when placed on the white porcelain teacup, it was hard to tell which was whiter and more delicate.
The little girl in the bright yellow robe did become more composed after his teaching, but when she faced him alone, there was always an unconcealable uneasiness in her eyes.
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