Chapter 101 The Advantages of Being Good-Looking
Fu Mingyi asked He Shu about the situation again. He Shu was apprehensive, but in the end, she couldn't give a clear answer.
Mingxiu knelt on the ground nervously, not knowing why things had turned out this way.
Fu Mingyi looked at the two people in front of him and remained silent for a long time before finally giving up in disappointment.
He Shu was certainly not the most skilled imperial physician, but in the whole world, there was only one person he could entrust with treating Xiao Qing: He Shu.
There are less than two days left until the Mid-Autumn Martial Arts Festival.
He spent some time keeping the news under wraps before coming to Tianyin Temple, and after arriving at Tianyin Temple, he discussed it with Zhao Youchen. Fortunately, Zhao Youchen was also aware of the situation, and the news did not leak out.
During this time, Xiao Qing must wake up.
If I don't wake up...
His arms hung limply from the armrests of the chair, his fingers gradually clenching into fists, clearly troubled by the current situation.
He slowly walked to the bedside, looked down at the little Xiao Qing, who seemed to be asleep, with a calm and peaceful expression, showing no signs of illness.
No matter how he tries to cover it up or make arrangements, as long as Xiao Qing doesn't appear at the Mid-Autumn Martial Arts Festival, he will be unable to control how things develop.
His power was insufficient, and even if he reported what he had been hiding to his family, he would not receive their support.
Not to mention that once Xiao Qing's identity is exposed, the entire world will oppose him. Then what he seeks will become even more difficult.
Even if he were given another ten or twenty years, even if he disregarded the fate of the world and insisted on staining the entire Xiao River red... what meaning would his original intention and ideals have?
Even if Xiao Qing is not good, young, naive, weak, self-righteous, and lacks self-awareness, her strengths are still so obvious—she has a compassionate heart and a sense of responsibility.
He could say without exaggeration that in the hundreds of years of the Great Xiao royal family's reproduction, emperors or sons of emperors who possessed both of these qualities were extremely rare.
This led him to an idea that, to the whole world, could be considered absurd.
Perhaps, this is the emperor who is right for him, not his student "Xiao Qing", but the little girl in front of him who calls herself Xiao Qing.
Deep-seated problems lie hidden and are difficult to reverse; this is the most dangerous undercurrent beneath the brief facade of peace in Nanxiao.
What he was about to do was too risky. If he couldn't gain Xiao Qing's support and trust, he feared that one day he would fail completely.
And apart from Xiao Qing, he couldn't think of anyone else who would make him risk trying.
If he fails, he will be a sinner in history.
Fu Mingyi waved his hand, signaling He Shu and Mingxiu to leave. He then instructed Mingxiu to close the door before slowly sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Perhaps it was because his gaze had been too long and too heavy, but Xiao Qing, who had intended to leave, involuntarily drifted to the bedside and quietly watched him for a long time.
Fu Mingyi unconsciously reached out and adjusted the blanket next to Xiao Qing's neck, as if he felt that the gap there was too big and that the wind would let in and make the sleeping person cold.
Xiao Qing's heart stirred, and she suddenly remembered that one night on the carriage during their escape to the south, she saw Fu Mingyi with red eyes staring at the flickering candlelight on the table. Even though the scorching brightness did not make his eyes any more uncomfortable, he stared at the candlelight for a long time, focused and stubborn, refusing to look away.
She often found that Fu Mingyi was actually a rather stubborn person.
She often felt that his heart was black and cold, and no matter what she tried, she could not touch his true feelings.
Perhaps someone of her status would never be able to feel the Grand Tutor's true feelings.
But now, at this moment, she felt a strange tug at her heartstrings.
Fu Mingyi's eyes were heavy with weariness, yet also too gentle.
He seemed to have a lot to say, but he just looked at her silently, and after a long time, he only reached out to tidy up her blanket.
Grand Tutor, if you keep giving me that look every day, what can't I agree to?
Xiao Qing sighed inwardly, then suddenly realized something was wrong.
Why should she unconditionally agree to anything the Grand Tutor does just because he has that kind of face?
This is abnormal!
She's a principled and opinionated person, okay?
Just as she was feeling indignant, Fu Mingyi finally spoke.
"I know Your Majesty is very tired, and Your Majesty is blaming me." He spoke slowly, his gentle eyes lowered. "Actually, since I went north, Your Majesty has done a very good job. I have never praised Your Majesty to your face, it was out of personal bias..."
Or perhaps, the expectations placed on her are too high, making it difficult to offer praise.
"Your Majesty, if you're tired, please take a nap. The religious rites at the temple are still ongoing, so Your Majesty need not worry. I will remain here as well. However..."
He paused, leaned forward slightly, and reached out to touch Xiao Qing's long, loose hair by her forehead. "Wake up tomorrow, okay? Your Majesty..."
His voice was so gentle and earnest, and his face so unguarded, revealing worry and panic, that Xiao Qing stood there stunned, feeling as if her heart had been struck hard again.
Hey, don't do this for no reason, okay?
Coming to her senses, Xiao Qing patted her face, realizing she really couldn't watch or listen any longer.
Xiao Qing quickly floated outside, but once outside, she didn't know where to go and felt lost.
However, not being able to see Fu Mingyi made her feel a little clearer-headed.
She's not a real child, so why would she need his praise?
Besides, why did I wake up?
Should I wake up and continue to endure this utterly meaningless life?
She's not that carefree.
Even if the Grand Tutor's current sincerity is genuine, even if he is handsome, pitiful, and earnest, she knows she can't handle him. She can only be led by the nose and be complained about for being too slow.
How much self-torture must she have endured to return to this world fraught with danger and intrigue?
She doesn't even care about the original owner of this body. How kind of person must she be to live someone else's life?
Once Xiao Qing understood this, she made up her mind not to go in again.
Not only will they not go in, but they will also never see the Grand Tutor again.
To avoid wavering again.
Xiao Qing insisted on staying away from the side room.
But as soon as she took a step forward, she felt the red thread on her wrist tighten, as if pulling her back.
Oh my god, which god did this to her? Why couldn't she die peacefully and had to go through this twice?
She stubbornly tried to move forward, but the red thread kept pulling her backward.
Xiao Qing struggled several times but couldn't break free of the red thread, so she got angry.
"Who is it?! What do they want?"
There was a faint, low chuckle.
Xiao Qing tried to find the source of the sound, but before she knew it, she was pulled up and flew into the air, crashing into the door.
Xiao Qing was startled, "Hey!"
But she was dragged and fiercely pounced on the sleeping face on the bed.
Hey! Can't you please respect someone's wishes?
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