Huairou is already four months pregnant.
When I saw her again a few months later, her face had lost a lot of flesh, and she looked much thinner.
Upon seeing Yuan Yao, she was so overjoyed she almost cried: "Yao'er!"
“Sister Huairou, it’s Yao’er!” Yuan Yao got up and walked over, reaching out to support Huairou.
Huairou was about to speak to her when his gaze inadvertently swept over her, and he froze.
The Ninth Prince lifted his eyelids and looked at her.
Huairou immediately said to the maid, "You don't need to serve me here anymore, go out first."
The maidservant lowered her head and respectfully withdrew.
Huairou then looked at the Ninth Prince, both surprised and doubtful: "You...are you really the Ninth Prince?"
"You...didn't you already pass away?"
After all, she was the late emperor's daughter. Seeing that Huairou was doing well now, the Ninth Prince smiled faintly and said, "Ninth Prince, you are indeed dead."
From now on, please call me by a different name.
Huairou was taken aback again.
Yuan Yao explained, "Sister Huairou, Father has devoted half his life to the Great Qi and is exhausted. So, after being poisoned, he pretended to be dead."
Fake death?
I see……
A glimmer of hope ignited in Huairou's eyes: "Since Uncle Yuan can do it, then my father..."
The Ninth Prince interrupted her: "Your father is truly dead."
Upon hearing this, Huairou felt a lump in her throat.
She spoke to herself, as if to comfort herself: "Father was tormented by the Five-Stone Powder for many years. Now that he's gone, it's a relief."
“Sister Huairou…” Yuan Yao placed her hand on the back of her hand.
Huairou's eyes were slightly red, and she smiled gently as she shook her head at her: "Yao'er, I'm fine. I've already accepted reality."
Just now, it was merely a lucky question.
Feng Xun pulled out a chair, reached out to help Huai Rou, and asked gently, "Didn't I tell you to wait in the palace? Why did you come here?"
Huairou sat down on the stool and looked at Yuan Yao: "I couldn't wait any longer. I wanted to see Yao'er as soon as possible, so I came over."
"Nonsense." Feng Xun gently scolded, "You caught a chill last night and refused to drink the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician. It's cold today, what if the chill gets worse?"
“I’m not that delicate.” Huairou’s face flushed slightly. “Feng Xun, you don’t need to be so nervous…”
The young couple's eyes were practically glued to each other.
So sweet!
Yuan Yao looked at her and couldn't help but smile like an aunt.
At this moment, Xie Ning, who was eating, looked up and said, "Isn't it just a pregnant woman catching a cold? Don't worry, with Uncle Ning here, I guarantee you'll be lively and energetic again tomorrow, and you won't get sick again before giving birth!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Xun's face lit up with joy: "Uncle Ning, really?"
Xie Ning picked up a piece of roasted mutton and said with a smile, "Take a good look at my face. Do I look like a liar?"
Feng Xun smiled and said, "It doesn't seem like it."
Although he had never witnessed Xie Ning's abilities, he had heard of them.
Back then, it was he who cured Yun Chan...
After breakfast, Huairou pulled Yuan Yao aside and talked for a while.
The two sisters hadn't seen each other for a long time and had endless things to talk about and reminisce about.
Finally, Feng Xun said helplessly yet affectionately, "Huairou, Yao'er is tired from the journey, you should let her rest well first."
"How about we talk about this later?"
Huairou smiled sheepishly, "Look at me, I was just having so much fun chatting away..."
"It's alright!" Yuan Yao said with a smile, "Sister Huairou, I'll go visit you after I've seen the Phoenix."
I won't be returning to Daqi anytime soon.
During our time in Xiqiu, my sister could see Yao'er every day!
"Really?" Huairou was overjoyed.
“Of course it’s true!” Yuan Yao laughed. “Unless, Sister Huairou doesn’t welcome Yao’er.”
“How could your sister not welcome you?” Huairou pulled her along. “Your sister wished she could keep you in Xiqiu and never let you return to Daqi.”
Feng Xun smiled gently: "If you really keep her, Yun Chan will cry."
Upon hearing this, Huairou smiled and said, "Then let's forget about it."
Yuan Yao's face flushed slightly.
After drinking the tea, the Ninth Prince spoke in a low voice: "Feng Xun, go and see your father."
Feng Xun stopped smiling and said, "Okay."
Lanyue Palace.
Inside the sleeping quarters, many braziers of charcoal were burning, making it warm and cozy.
Although it was daytime, the place was filled with candles.
All the windows were open.
Inside the hall, a faint medicinal scent permeated the air.
Yuan Yao vaguely remembered that when she was seven years old, the bedroom was very gloomy and eerie.
Back then, the strong incense made her sneeze repeatedly, but it still couldn't mask the stench of blood in the hall...
Back then, when she stepped into this bedchamber, she felt a chill run down her spine.
Years later, the bedchamber is warm and bright, and the eerie feeling of the past is long gone.
But the person lying in bed was dying—
He was so thin he was practically skin and bones, and even his once-black hair had turned gray...
Hearing footsteps, Feng Nanqi stirred slightly and asked in a hoarse voice, "Feng Xun, have you finished court?"
Did you... go outside the palace gates to take a look?
"Yao'er...hasn't she arrived yet?"
Yuan Yao: "..."
She was standing three meters away from the bed.
Feng Xun glanced at her sideways, then walked towards the bed and replied, "Father, it is your son."
"Is Father feeling any better today?"
After he finished speaking, he looked at Hong Ping.
When Hong Ping saw Yuan Yao and the Ninth Prince, he covered his mouth in shock, his eyes reddening.
He was so shocked that he even ignored Feng Xun's words.
At this moment, Feng Nanqi on the bed slowly opened his eyes: "Feng Xun..."
"Your subject is here," Feng Xun replied, bowing.
Feng Nanqi coughed weakly a few times and said in a hoarse voice, "Feng Xun, why hasn't Yao'er come yet..."
Father... Father is about to collapse..."
Feng Xun's eyes were slightly red, and her voice was gentle: "Father, Yao'er has arrived."
Your son did not attend court today; he went out of the city to meet Yao'er.
"Father, may I help you up so you can speak with Yao'er?"
arrive?
"Yao'er has arrived?" Feng Nanqi's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, and he coughed as he reached for Feng Xun's hand: "Help...help me up!"
After saying that, his hand, which was so thin it was just skin and bones, with bulging veins, gripped Feng Xun's wrist tightly.
Perhaps she used too much force, because several bloody marks instantly appeared on Feng Xun's fair wrist.
However, he ignored it and asked Hong Ping to help him up.
Before he could even sit down properly, he started coughing violently.
A clean white silk handkerchief was handed over.
Feng Nanqi slowly raised his eyes, which were blurred by coughing: "Yao'er?"
Yuan Yao bowed and said, "Yuan Yao greets Your Majesty the Phoenix."
Your Majesty the Phoenix?
She... still refuses to acknowledge him...
Feng Nanqi's chest heaved as he coughed violently once more, as if he wanted to cough up his heart.
The Ninth Prince stood at a distance, and upon seeing this, he gave a mocking sneer: "Feng Nanqi, it's been many years, and you've really become more and more pathetic."
The bedchamber suddenly fell silent.
Feng Nanqi stopped coughing and looked up in shock: "Yuan Yuan... you dog?"
"You...you're not dead?"
scoundrel?
The Ninth Prince laughed: "You're not dead yet, how could I possibly die?"
"I'm alive and well, just waiting for you to die so I can scatter your ashes."
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