Chapter 62 [62]
【62】/First release
The warm autumn sun enveloped the vast Forbidden City. Layers of glazed tiles, illuminated by the afternoon sun, reflected a rich, golden glow, further highlighting the majesty of the imperial city.
In front of the Yangxin Palace, Xiao Jingting tightened his grip on the reins and jumped off the horse with a swift movement.
The robe fluttered, and the jade pendants tied to the white jade dragon-patterned belt jingled.
The accompanying guards didn't even have time to catch their breath before they saw the emperor walking at lightning speed, quickly crossing the layers of white marble steps, as if he didn't feel tired at all.
"Your Majesty, you are finally back!"
Yu Mingjiang, upon hearing the noise, hurried out. Seeing the emperor approaching, he hurriedly greeted him: "I was just about to send someone to invite you—"
Before he could finish his words, the emperor grabbed his shoulder and asked urgently, "Is the Queen okay?"
Yu Mingjiang gasped at the emperor's forceful hand that broke his arm, and when he heard him asking about the queen, he couldn't help but wonder, could it be that His Majesty has clairvoyance? Otherwise, how would he know that there was any movement from the queen's side!
He didn't have time to think about it. He smiled brightly and said, "Congratulations, Your Majesty. Congratulations, Your Majesty! They say sincerity can move mountains and break rocks. Heaven must have been moved by your sincerity. That's why the Empress has woken up!"
The palm pressing on his arm suddenly stopped, and then the emperor's unbelievable voice said, "What did you say?"
His voice trembled slightly: "The Queen... is awake?"
"Yes, the Queen is awake!" Yu Mingjiang nodded heavily. When he looked up and saw the Emperor's dazed look, his heart ached.
How His Majesty managed to survive these three years alone was unknown to outsiders, but this old eunuch who served him closely saw it clearly.
During the first three months that the Empress was in a coma, His Majesty always believed that she was only in a state of unconsciousness due to the lingering poison. Therefore, he issued an imperial decree to recruit famous doctors from all over the world. Anyone who could cure the Empress would be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold, an official title, and a hereditary title.
However, many famous doctors came to the palace and tried all kinds of folk remedies and tricks from all over the world, but none of them could cure the disease.
His Majesty did not give up and invited a large number of eminent monks and Taoist priests to chant scriptures to summon the soul of the Empress, and even did not hesitate to add blood to the scriptures to show his sincerity to the heavens.
Even though he copied scripture after scripture and drew talisman after talisman with his blood, the queen remained unconscious and motionless.
For the first two years, he'd done everything he could, trying every possible method he could think of. In the third year, he'd pretty much resigned himself to his fate, no longer bothering with seeking medical advice or praying to the gods. As long as her body was still warm and she was breathing, he'd just treat her like she was asleep.
He would trim her nails and hair, wipe her face and body, and occasionally, when he had time, he would hold her in his arms and watch the flowers, the moon, and the sunset together.
These actions seemed strange and absurd at first, but as time went by, the palace people got used to it. After all, their Majesty had never been normal since he was a child.
Everyone praised the emperor for his unwavering devotion to the empress, but Yu Mingjiang knew that the empress was his majesty's spiritual support.
If the Queen really died, His Majesty's spirit would probably be gone as well.
Fortunately, God will not let down those who work hard. After three years of perseverance, the clouds finally cleared and the moon appeared.
"Your Majesty, please come into the palace and take a look. The Queen is also looking forward to seeing you!" Yu Mingjiang reminded again with a smile.
Xiao Jingting then woke up as if from a dream, let go of his hand, and strode into the hall.
But after taking only two steps, he turned back.
Yu Mingjiang was slightly stunned: "Your Majesty?"
Xiao Jingting stood before him, his usually calm and composed face showing a rare hint of uneasiness: "My dear companion, how do I look now?"
Just like a young man who has just fallen in love and is meeting his beloved for the first time, he raised his hand to straighten the sleeves of his robe and adjust the jade crown, but still felt that it was not perfect. His thick eyebrows knitted together: "How about I go take a bath and change clothes first, and then change into my new robes?"
Yu Mingjiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, tucking his eyes and choking, "Your Majesty is fine, as graceful and elegant as ever."
Hearing this, Xiao Jingting pursed his lips and said, "Really?"
Yu Mingjiang nodded: "Really, I guarantee with my own head that the Queen will be delighted to see you, there is absolutely nothing wrong with it."
After hearing this, Xiao Jingting felt a little relieved. He calmed down, clenched his fist, raised his hand and strode into the hall.
Looking at the tall figure, Yu Mingjiang's eyes were filled with relief. He turned around and clasped his hands together towards the sky, praying devoutly: "Buddha Bodhisattva, please bless your majesty and your queen to live a long life and grow old together. Please don't make things difficult for them anymore."
The gilded incense burner is filled with the aroma of ambergris, the windows are half open, and the breeze blows the bright yellow curtains, causing the crimson and purple tassels to sway gently.
The quick and steady footsteps behind the screen were getting closer and closer, and when they were about to enter the inner room, they suddenly stopped.
Xiao Jingting stood behind the screen, breathing rapidly and his heart beating wildly. He had been looking forward to this day, but when the moment finally arrived, he felt a sense of homesickness.
Is his Wanwan really back?
He clenched the long fingers hanging at his side, held his breath, and finally took that step.
Just as I was about to walk around the screen, the slender figure sitting at the mirror table by the window came into my sight.
She was still lipstick sketching when she heard the noise. She turned sideways with the bright red lipstick paper in hand. Through the dry and slightly cool air of early autumn, her beautiful eyes moved, lively and bright.
The moment their eyes met, everything around them seemed to freeze.
Xiao Jingting felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen, except for the heart in his chest that was still beating lively, excitedly, and incoherently.
In the bright sunlight shining through the window, the beautiful woman with painted eyebrows and lipstick curved her bright eyes. Just one look was enough to make him sure that she had returned.
His Wanwan is back.
"Your Majesty, why are you still standing there?"
She put down the lip tissue, the smile in her eyes deepened, but she deliberately said angrily: "Have you forgotten me while I was unconscious? Then my heart will be broken."
It's her.
It's that pretentious little actor.
Xiao Jingting felt all the emotions in his chest surging like huge waves, joy and excitement about to burst out of his chest. He tightened his jaw and strode towards her.
Lu Zhiwan, who was standing in front of the mirror, was shocked by his stern and aggressive look.
Was he looking for a fight? Or was this arrogant man upset that she hadn't gone out to greet him immediately?
She stood up from the crescent stool: "Your Majesty... Ugh!"
Before she could even utter the word "down", a long arm suddenly hooked around her shoulders, and the next moment, her head was pressed into the man's muscular chest.
The touch of this muscle seems to be no different from before. Lu Zhiwan thought so while he was buried in his chest muscles.
However, she felt the man's arms around her getting tighter and tighter, so tight that she could hardly breathe. She couldn't help but raise her hand and pat him: "Loosen up a little, or I'll be suffocated by you as soon as I wake up."
Xiao Jingting's heart beat violently when he heard this. He quickly let go of her and lowered his eyes to check nervously: "Are you feeling unwell?"
Lu Zhiwan was stunned by his nervous look for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'm not uncomfortable. I'm not a porcelain doll."
Xiao Jingting didn't say anything, his thin lips were pressed into a line, he lowered his head and looked at her deeply.
Lu Zhiwan raised his head and met the pair of deep eyes in front of him, and his heart suddenly felt a little uneasy.
Yu Mingjiang said it had been three years since she fell into a coma. Could it be that this bastard was lovesick and mentally ill?
Just as she was about to open her mouth, the man finally spoke, his voice as heavy and hoarse as gravel: "Don't talk about death again."
Lu Zhiwan was slightly stunned.
"I can't bear the pain of losing you again."
Xiao Jingting's dark eyes were filled with unfathomable pain, and the large hand on her shoulder tightened, "So, Wanwan, promise me that you won't abandon me again... Wait until I die before returning to your monster cave, okay?"
Hearing the first half of the sentence, Lu Zhiwan felt a pang of pain in her heart. After hearing the second half, she had several questions in her mind. What monster cave? Who is the monster?!
Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she pouted as she looked at the man in front of her.
Seeing her frown, Xiao Jingting thought she was unwilling to agree, and his face was frozen: "Wanwan?"
Lu Zhiwan still pouted. After a while, she raised her hand, pinched the man's face, and angrily said word by word: "You are the monster!"
Xiao Jingting was slightly stunned.
Lu Zhiwan wanted to continue pinching, but her eyes inadvertently swept across the white hair mixed in with his temples, and her heart felt like being pricked by a needle, causing a slight pain.
The fingers that were pinching the face couldn't help but loosen, slowly stroking the man's neat temples, with fingertips trembling slightly.
Even after three years, he was only twenty-six, so how could he have white hair?
Her slender fingertips were held by a big hand, and she looked up and met Xiao Jingting's eyes.
He smiled bitterly: "Is it because I'm old and not as handsome as before?"
When Lu Zhiwan heard this, his eyes couldn't help but get hot.
Three years.
She was only there for three months in modern times, but he had been guarding her for three whole years in ancient times.
Three years, more than a thousand days and nights, she couldn't imagine how he got through it.
"Immortal."
Suppressing the sour feeling in her nose, she smiled at him with tears in her eyes, "My A-Yin is still very handsome."
Xiao Jingting's brows relaxed when he heard this, but he soon remembered something and looked at her intently: "When you call me Ah Yin, are you calling me Zhen, or that..."
After a pause, he found the right words: "The mind of a five-year-old?"
Lu Zhiwan: “…”
A five-year-old is jealous of a twenty-three-year-old, and a twenty-six-year-old is jealous of a five-year-old. You are worthy of being the Jealous King of Daxing.
But seeing the man waiting for her answer seriously, she thought for a moment and finally spoke: "No matter how old you are, A Yin is Your Majesty, and Your Majesty is A Yin. Or... now that Your Majesty has regained his mind, you can't allow me to call you so intimately?"
Xiao Jingting knew that calling her Ah Yin was more intimate, but when she called him Ah Yin, it always reminded him of the time when his mind had regressed.
It was really embarrassing and I felt ashamed.
A blush quickly crossed Leng Bai's handsome face. He coughed twice, lowered his eyes and said seriously, "If we talk about intimacy, there are many better names than A Yin."
Lu Zhiwan was puzzled: "For example?"
"I am older than you, you can call me brother, for example, Brother Yin, Brother Qing..."
Seeing her fair cheeks gradually turning red, Xiao Jingting curled his thin lips slightly, and suddenly leaned down and whispered in her ear: "Or, you can call me your good husband."
The man's hot breath brushed against the skin beside his ear as he spoke, making him feel tingling and numb.
Lu Zhiwan's ears were burning hot, and she cursed him for being shameless. Just as she was about to hide away, the man predicted her movement and grabbed her waist.
She looked up in surprise, only to see that handsome face enlarged before her eyes.
The next moment, the lips were covered with a long-lost softness and warmth.
Her thick and long eyelashes trembled twice, and then she slowly closed her eyes, and her two soft arms hooked around the man's neck.
This response made the man's eyes darker, and he pressed harder on that slender waist and kissed her more deeply.
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