Chapter 62: He left without even a letter of explanation...
Wen Zheliu twisted his fingers together, saying nothing.
He was silent for a long time, without even a sign of opening his mouth. He Jiuyue's heartbeat quickened.
Wen Zheliu couldn't see anything and didn't have anyone she knew to talk to, which was probably inconvenient. But after all, Wen Liuqing had Guan Ze to check on her, so what would be the harm in sending Chen Jin back?
It would be better to transfer Chen Jin back. That reckless Wen Liuqing is not as important as Wen Zheliu who is pregnant with her child.
"……good."
He Jiuyue was about to tell someone to call Chen Jin, but Wen Zheliu responded.
He pursed his lips, his mind drifting back to his childhood.
People often say that crying children get candy. When he was a child, he was the one who cried a lot. Not only did he receive complete love from his mother and father, and the care from his elder brother, he also always snatched the candy that belonged to He Jiuyue.
Princess He Yuyao returned to the capital on rare occasions and brought He Jiuyue some rare things from Western Yue, all of which went into Wen Zheliu's pocket.
Little He Jiuyue had a smile on her face at that time.
"Wen Guiyun, if you take my things, you are mine now."
"Why do you think I am who I am?" Xiao Wenzheliu pouted. "You haven't sent me three letters of engagement, six invitations, or a sedan chair with eight bearers and a tall horse to welcome me back to your house. Why should I be yours?"
Little He Jiyue flexed her fingers and said, "Then return the things."
Xiao Wen Zheliu made a face, giggled, and ran two steps, then ran out of strength again, leaning against the wall to catch his breath. "No, I won't give it back. Once I get it, it's mine."
Little He Jiyue supported him, but didn't take the things back: "Run slower, I won't hurt you."
As far as I can remember, this tactic of using softness to overcome hardness has always worked.
But now that he has grown up, he is unwilling to fight anymore.
Because although he had lost his mother and father, He Jiuyue would comfort him with candy whenever he cried. He Jiuyue was the pillar of her entire mansion. If she cried, the servants would lose their backbone and no one would comfort her.
She gave him all the little candy she had.
When he was young, he was selfish, only caring about himself and unable to see through things.
Now that he sees through it, he feels sorry for her. He feels sorry for the fact that she has no one behind her and has to overdraw herself to help everyone.
Seeing that Wen Zheliu was silent, He Jiuyue thought that he was angry with her again. She thought for a moment and reached out to touch the earrings that Wen Zheliu had hidden in his sleeves.
The bells on the earrings responded with a clear sound.
"If you miss me, ring the bell. When it rings, I'll be back soon." She whispered in his ear and then pulled away.
The unique scent belonging to He Jiuyue in his nasal cavity gradually faded away, and Wen Zheliu's stomach, which had been aching slightly, suddenly started to hurt and tightened like a hemp rope.
"Ouch!" The pain attacked him like frost, and he bent down involuntarily.
My stomach and intestines felt a sudden cramp, like a boat sailing on the sea in a balanced state, being suddenly overturned by the wind and waves.
The little rice porridge he had eaten at the prayer temple in the morning came up, bringing a sour taste to his throat. Before Wen Zheliu could grope for the spittoon on the bed in the main hall, the warm and filthy stuff had already broken through his defense line. He coughed it out and it fell onto his clothes.
He Jiuyue didn't expect that Wen Zheliu had just been feeling nauseous after the bumpy ride in the carriage, but now that they were on flat ground, there was no ups and downs at all, and he actually vomited all the rice porridge.
"Spit slowly." She patted his back with one hand and placed the spittoon in front of him with the other hand.
Wen Zheliu was so disgusted by himself that he vomited again.
He soiled himself again and got in the way of Ji Yue again.
He is a useless person.
He Jiuyue looked at Wen Zheliu's pale face and felt a pang of pain in her heart.
But no matter how much she felt heartbroken, she knew in her heart which was more important, a man or a stable situation. Kindness cannot command an army, and she has never been a woman who would be tied down by a man.
Knowing that Wen Zheliu was aloof and unwilling to show his vulnerability in front of others, He Jiuyue did not call for help from the servants, but did it herself. She quickly took out a set of clean clothes from the wooden cabinet and carefully changed them for him.
"Zheliu, I really have to go. If you have any questions, just tell the guards. If it really doesn't work, ask them to come back and find me. Just be good, okay?"
Wen Zheliu's palms were slightly sweaty, but he still held He Jiuyue's fingertips tightly.
"Um."
He had been ill for a long time and had little strength. He had clearly used all his strength, but to He Jiuyue, it was just like the bite of an ant.
He Jiuyue stared at his slightly trembling knuckles, knowing in her heart that she would eventually pry them open, but she couldn't bear to do so at this moment.
Staring at Wen Zheliu's slightly red eyes, she vaguely felt that something was wrong.
But I can’t say what it is specifically.
After all, the entire Princess Mansion was completely under her control. When she sent Xiaoqing to the Dali Temple for investigation, she also cleared out a group of dissidents, and those who remained were all her people.
Wen Zheliu is located in a high-walled courtyard, what could happen?
What is she panicking about?
"My dear wife, could you please help me put on the earrings again?" Wen Zheliu made a trivial request just before He Jiuyue was about to let go.
Since returning from Changle Palace, he rarely made requests.
If she does it, he will bear it; if she doesn't do it, he will also bear it.
"Okay." He Jiuyue put the earrings on him. It was a breeze. Before, he had to fiddle with it in front of the bronze mirror for a long time, but this time, it only took a few moments to put them on.
White jade, silver bells and red tassels make the person who hears the willows being cut seem more beautiful than flowers.
He Jiuyue stared at it for a few breaths before she was willing to look away.
This handsome man, who is whiter than snow and more beautiful than flowers, belongs only to her, He Jiuyue. No matter whether he is in power or not, he will wait for her in the mansion.
What a well-behaved husband, he is hers.
He Jiuyue possessed him and placed a kiss on his forehead.
"Be good, I'll be back soon."
This time she left without any regrets, and blew away like the wind, taking away the little warmth from Wen Zheliu and leaving him with a heart full of loneliness.
There was no one to talk to around him, only a group of guards who would obey orders. Wen Zheliu leaned on the soft pillow at first, trying to fall asleep, but he couldn't fall asleep. He couldn't even smell the scent of He Jiuyue lingering on the pillow.
Bored to death, he grabbed the tassels on his earrings and counted them one by one.
A strong wind suddenly blew towards him, which was completely different from the wind that usually leaked in through the window cracks. Wen Zheliu's heart tightened.
"Who?" He turned his head towards the source of the voice.
"Sir, it's me." The voice of the person who came was deliberately lowered, but he spoke in Western Yue dialect, and it was not difficult to tell from the tone that it was Dugu Qiu.
Dugu Qiu? Why did she come to the Princess's Mansion? Didn't she know that the security here was tight and it would be easy to be exposed?
"What are you doing here?"
Dugu Qiu was his biological mother's most trusted subordinate, but she was sent by Wen Zheliu to welcome him back to the country. Unexpectedly, she was so bold that Wen Zheliu was furious. His voice dropped, "You know, this is her territory."
He emphasized the word "she".
Dugu Qiu fell to his knees in front of Wen Zheliu.
"Sir, it's my fault for trespassing into the Princess's Mansion. However, the guards outside were very strict. I had a hard time drugging them and getting them over the wall. They are strong, so I'm afraid the drug won't work for long. It would be bad if we were discovered. Sir, let's not talk about anything else and just leave!"
"Where are you going?" Wen Zheliu's voice was deep, his anger still lingering. "Didn't I order you to stay put?"
"Please forgive me, my lord. I did not disobey you on purpose. Your Majesty has ordered me to come to the Central Plains to bring you back. I discussed this with you the day before yesterday, and you agreed to depart today. You cannot blame me."
The day before yesterday? Didn't they even meet?
"When was it the day before yesterday?" The incident happened suddenly, and Wen Zheliu felt a little uneasy.
"Around the afternoon," Dugu Qiu thought for a moment and added, "At that time, you were... in her arms."
It was then!
He was wondering why He Jiuyue was so impatient towards his own ministers, but he felt uncomfortable at the time and didn't want to say anything, so he didn't ask any more questions.
Who knows that one misstep will lead to eternal regret.
Wen Zheliu gently covered his lower abdomen with his hand.
"I can't leave. I have to wait a few more months."
Even if he wanted to leave, he couldn't do so at this moment. He had finally had a sweet moment with He Jiyue, and after much persuasion, he had to give birth to the baby first...
"Sorry!" Wen Zheliu was still groping his jaw, thinking about how to respond, when his body suddenly flew into the air.
Dugu Qiu actually carried him up.
"What are you going to do!" Wen Zheliu had been holding his voice for fear of attracting the guards in the mansion. Now his whole body was in the air with his limbs unable to touch the ground. His heart was pounding and he subconsciously shouted at the top of his voice.
Dugu Qiu quickly tapped Wen Zheliu's mute acupoint and carried him out: "I respect you, but I cannot disobey your majesty's orders. I have no choice but to apologize."
She took two steps, and the willow earrings moved with her, jingling and clanging non-stop.
Dugu Qiu reached out to untie Wen Zheliu, but was grabbed by Wen Zheliu again. His finger bones were clearly visible and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, obviously he used a lot of force.
Dugu Qiu actually used 70% of his strength to break free.
After finally taking off the two earrings, her hands were left with dozens of red marks from Wen Zheliu's long nails.
"Mmmm!" His eyes were red enough to drip blood.
Dugu Qiu vaguely knew who had given them the earrings from Wen Zheliu's fierce resistance. He gasped in pain and humbly explained to Wen Zheliu, "These earrings are too conspicuous for you to wear. I'll take them off for you and put them back on the bedside table... It's like returning them to her, okay?"
Wen Zheliu was mute after being struck with the acupuncture mark, unable to speak or see, and only felt a pain in his earlobe.
It was Dugu Qiu who used brute force to pull the earring off.
"I'm sorry, but the Zhongyuan earrings are so delicately tied that I don't know how to tie them, so I had to forcibly remove them. My apologies, sir."
My earlobe hurt, and the pain in my heart was even worse when I heard the sound of willows being cut.
He had contacted the royal family of Xiyue before, but it was because he was furious when he saw He Jiuyue abandoning him time and time again. He wanted to return to Xiyue silently to become the emperor and appear in front of He Jiuyue in a grand manner to gain her approval.
Who would have thought that when Wen Zheliu was almost heartbroken, He Jiyue was willing to take him back and treated him very well.
The two of them were in love, as if they were married.
Wen Zheliu was immersed in a sweet dream when Dugu Qiu came to his door.
Only then did he understand that the royal family of Xiyue, to whom he had sought help, were not benevolent and charitable Buddha statues, but hungry wolves that would not leave until they had eaten meat.
He provoked them and wanted to get away safely. He was too naive.
But fate is so cruel. Even if the time was earlier or later, he would not be so painful. But just as expected, when he and He Jiuyue were at the most affectionate, Dugu Qiu took a knife and shattered their broken mirror of reconciliation.
He Jiuyue asked him to wait for her obediently in the princess's mansion, but he could only part ways with her in tears.
Not even a letter of explanation was left.
Dugu Qiu brought Wen Zheliu to the carriage outside the capital in one breath. After confirming that there was nothing unusual around and that the people were all brought by her from Xiyue, she carefully untied the mute acupoints on him.
Meeting Wen Zheliu's eyes, as calm as an ancient well, Dugu Qiu finally realized something was wrong.
"Sir, you...can't see?"
He didn't say a word when he heard the willow being broken.
Dugu Qiu was afraid of offending Wen Zheliu too much, so when he returned to Xiyue to meet the emperor, he complained to Situ Yun and carefully tried to make up for his rough behavior.
"Sir, our troops will set off in three quarters of an hour. If there is anything you would like me to do, please let me know. I will do my best to satisfy your request.
"But I'm sorry I can't do anything related to the Grand Marshal, such as 'taking Grand Marshal He back to Xiyue'."
Wen Zheliu remained silent.
He was silent for a long time. Dugu Qiu thought he had no other requests and was about to say, "If you have nothing else to let go, I will take my men out of the city," when he suddenly heard him say.
"Go to the palace and find a man named Baibai and a cat named Xueyu."
It actually has nothing to do with He Dasima?
Dugu Qiu was stunned for a moment: "Yes."
Changle Palace.
"Jiyue, you are finally here!"
Seeing He Jiuyue's handsome figure from afar, Emperor Jingming hurried forward and welcomed He Jiuyue. She arranged Zhong Zian in Changle Palace where Wen Zheliu had stayed, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
"Lord Zhong hasn't been doing well lately. I think it would be best if you could come and see him in person."
She had a smile on her face, but the entire Changle Palace was heavily guarded.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern." He Jiyue bowed indifferently to Emperor Jingming. After being helped up by her, she tugged at the bewildered boy following behind her and said, "Liu Yun, I greet Your Majesty."
Everyone has their own expertise. If you want to understand the condition, you naturally have to ask the doctor. He Jiuyue guessed that Emperor Jingming was just pretending in front of her and never knew the specific condition of her father. Instead of asking Emperor Jingming, she turned her head to Wu Yang.
"What's going on?"
Wu Yang folded his hands and bowed, "Your Majesty's Qi and blood are both deficient, and he hasn't had the affection of a woman for a long time. His health is deteriorating. If he can get through tonight, perhaps there will be a chance of recovery."
Before He Jiuyue could say anything, Emperor Jingming got angry.
"Did I support you, the Imperial Hospital, just to be useless? If you can't cure Lord Zhong, your entire Imperial Hospital will be buried with you!"
After Emperor Jingming yelled, his hands trembled slightly. It was unclear whether he was angry that the prescription prescribed by Wu Yang was useless, or he was afraid that He Jiuyue would ask why Zhong Zian's illness became more serious.
She patted He Jiyue's shoulder and said, "Jiyue, don't worry. I will let them give you an explanation."
"Okay." He Jiuyue nodded.
Emperor Jingming asked a few more questions tentatively, and found that He Jiuyue just replied with a nonchalant "hmm", which made him even more suspicious.
Why was He Jiyue so absent-minded? What big event happened outside that made He Jiyue react so calmly, even her own biological father didn't care?
"Ji, Ji Yue..." Zhong Zian recited a few words, his pupils rolled up, bringing out a milky white.
"Father, I'm here." He Jiuyue took a few steps forward, squatted beside the couch, and helped Zhong Zian up. She glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw a black shadow flashing past the window, but when she looked closely, there was nothing there, only the leaves swaying slightly.
It must be the wind.
He Jiuyue fed the pale-faced Zhong Zian medicine one spoonful at a time. Although she was here, her thoughts drifted to the Princess's Mansion.
Wen Zheliu was staying alone in the mansion. Would she be cold? Would she be hungry? Would she be feeling unwell?
But... will you miss her?
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