Chapter 91: Wife She didn’t understand her father’s sadness, she only…
Murong Jin looked embarrassed, and his lips trembled for a while without uttering a word.
Wen Zheliu held the white jade amulet in his hand, twisted it along the red line, and carefully felt the lines and played with it.
"Just say what you want to say."
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I was unaware of your intention and asked you to pass this message to Grand Marshal He."
Murong Jin had originally only knelt with his knees together, but now even kneeling wasn't enough. He kept knocking his head against the ground, making a dull "dong dong" sound as it hit the blanket. "I only had the letter delivered to the capital of the Central Plains. I wasn't sure it would reach Grand Marshal He. Her attitude, I'm not entirely clear."
Wen Zheliu did not mention the three words "He Jiuyue", but Murong Jin had spent some time with him and knew how much he cherished the amulet in his hand that He Jiuyue had personally asked for him.
Who else could this "she" he was talking about?
Wen Zheliu leaned forward subconsciously.
This was a gesture of eagerness to obtain more information. As an emperor who never showed his emotions, it was really inappropriate for him to expose his emotions at the moment.
But if this happens to a young husband who just wants to get news about his wife, it would be quite pitiful.
But Murong Jin did not say a word to persuade her, but just lowered her head and waited for Wen Zheliu's instructions. She knew very well that she could not give such pity, and Wen Zheliu did not want her.
He only asks for He Jiuyue's pity.
Wen Zheliu unconsciously spoke a few points faster than usual.
"Did you ask someone to deliberately emphasize that the newborn baby's eyebrows and eyes are 70% similar to He Jiuyue's?"
This is actually nonsense.
The child was only one or two weeks old when he was only feeding and crying. He was sleeping soundly the rest of the time. His little face was wrinkled and his facial features had not fully developed. He only vaguely looked like a human, but it was impossible to tell who he resembled.
Wen Zheliu ordered Murong Jin to say this to the Central Plains, but it was just a long-term plan to catch a big fish.
Now that his biological mother has passed away, the entire Xiyue is in his hands. No one will stand between him and He Jiuyue and separate them.
The only thing that can hinder them is the endless and complicated national and family hatred.
Wen Zheliu had thought about immediately picking up the child, dragging his weak body, and going to the Central Plains Palace to meet He Jiuyue, telling her everything he had deceived her with, and kowtow to He Jiuyue to apologize.
But can doing this relieve the hatred in He Jiuyue's heart?
He had lied to her for more than ten years.
He knew that He Jiuyue hated being lied to the most.
He knowingly committed the crime and cheated He Jiuyue. He even shamelessly wanted to ask for her forgiveness, so that she would continue to worry about him and take good care of him during his illness. Is there such a sure-win business in the world?
This is what he owes He Jiuyue.
Since he inherited the throne of Western Yue, he had to take the entire Western Yue with him to atone for his sins.
He has already made plans to win back He Jiuyue's heart.
She was willing to join because they still had feelings for each other.
If she didn't want to, then he would have no choice but to take the child with him and go to the Central Plains to ask for a meeting.
It would be fine if this hatred lingered into this life, but it must not continue into the next life and make him stand against He Jiuyue again.
He didn't want to be her enemy, he just wanted to give her everything he had to make her happy and at peace.
"Your Majesty specifically instructed me to mention the child's appearance, and I will never forget it." Murong Jin knelt respectfully. "I have also passed this news to the Central Plains. Please rest assured, Your Majesty."
"Yes, thank you."
Wen Zheliu pressed his temples and said, "You must keep the fact that we were once married a secret from her."
Murong Jin still knelt steadily: "I obey your command."
"If you have nothing else, just go down." Wen Zheliu stretched out his hand to adjust the position of the soft pillow behind him, but as soon as his palm left the bed, his legs, which had always been weak, began to tremble, as if his arms were covered with water droplets and he was trying to shake them off.
He gritted his teeth and swallowed back the cry of pain that was about to slip to his lips. He just said: "When you leave, go to the side hall and ask Xiaobai to take the princess back."
This useless leg always fails him when he wants to take care of his daughter.
Although he felt very uncomfortable, he was still thinking about the little girl.
Although the entire Yangxin Palace is full of Wen Zheliu's people, it is not easy to harm the princess under his nose.
But he was a worrier. Whenever he didn't see the little girl, he would feel uneasy. He always felt that when she left him, most of his soul would be taken away.
I always feel uneasy if I don’t watch it with my own eyes.
Murong Jin accepted the order and withdrew. Xiaobai came in carrying the princess who had slowly woken up. He saw Wen Zheliu's pale face and the legs twitching under the quilt, and his eyes widened: "Your Majesty, your legs, why are you..."
"No need to make it public."
Wen Zheliu supported himself on the bed with both hands, unable to sit still.
He wanted to hold the child for a while, but he was powerless.
He was afraid that the child would fall to the ground if he were in his arms.
"First, find a warm place to put the princess down." Having been ill since childhood, Wen Zheliu had long been accustomed to living with pain. As long as he could breathe through his nose and his eyes were open, he gave orders in an orderly manner. "Fry a dose of the medicine for the leg disease and bring it over. I'll take it and it will heal naturally."
"Yes!" Xiaobai hurriedly accepted the order and retreated.
The little princess closed her eyes and slept soundly, unaware of her father's illness.
Wen Zheliu stared at her wrinkled little face, and remembered the rumor that he deliberately asked Murong Jin to spread, that "Princess Xiyue and He Jiuyue look about 70% similar."
After all, she is He Jiuyue's child, and when she grows up, she will definitely have her shadow.
Even if he doesn't have her now, she always reminds him of He Jiuyue.
What is her mother doing at this moment?
What would she think when she heard the news he deliberately spread and learned his identity?
She hated traitors the most. If she knew that he, her childhood sweetheart for more than ten years, was actually the only heir to the royal family of Xiyue, and that in this world where women were respected, he would inherit the throne of Xiyue with a man's body and "compete with her", what would she think?
I'm afraid we have to get rid of it as soon as possible.
Cutting the Gordian knot is what she is best at.
I felt irritated and my body started to feel uncomfortable.
Wen Zheliu was so absorbed in his own sorrow that he didn't even notice when the bitter medicine was brought into the house.
It wasn't until Xiaobai brought the bowl of medicine to him that he came to his senses. The familiar bitter taste made his stomach churn. Wen Zheliu ignored it and gritted his teeth to swallow the medicine that Xiaobai usually had to coax him into swallowing with candy.
"vomit!"
Worry harms the spleen and stomach. The medicine has just entered the throat and has not yet reached the stomach before it is ruthlessly spit out, even in an explosive manner, spraying from the nasal cavity into the spittoon.
His mouth and nose were filled with a hot, sour and bitter smell.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
His throat was choked by the burning sensation and he couldn't bear it at all. Wen Zheliu collapsed on a pile of soft pillows, coughing weakly.
“Ahh! Ah?”
The little princess was very curious. When she heard the familiar vomiting sound, she subconsciously called out to him.
But for a newborn baby, the time he was awake was short after all. Wen Zheliu quickly rinsed his mouth, and before he could explain to the little girl in a hoarse voice, she closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
"Ask Helanyuan to come over."
Wen Zheliu closed his eyes slightly and instructed Xiaobai.
Xiaobai was puzzled: "Didn't you just say that it's nothing serious and there's no need to call a doctor?"
Wen Zheliu reached out and poked the girl's cheek: "You're not checking for me, you're checking the princess's pulse. She's still young, so don't be careless."
Helan came as soon as she was summoned. She took the princess's pulse, whispered softly, "Princess, everything is fine," and made another suggestion.
"It's almost the end of summer, and the weather is getting cooler. The princess is lively and active, and she always stays in the palace. I'm afraid she can't stay idle. While she's awake, it would be great to take her out for a walk and let her see some new things."
"……Um."
Not only his daughter, but he should also go out for a walk.
If you keep it in the house all the time, even the most beautiful flowers will wilt.
After lying on the couch for three or five days, Wen Zheliu's whole body was sore. When he moved, his limbs made a creaking sound, like an old and dilapidated carriage, struggling to survive on a bumpy road.
After much difficulty, he held onto the head of the bed and slowly moved down from the couch. His heart was pounding and his lips were purple. He calmly swallowed a life-saving pill given to him by Dongfang Lan before he recovered.
Xiaobai pushed the sedan chair with a creaking sound.
"Imperial Physician Helan said that it's good that Your Majesty wants to go out for some fresh air, but you're weak and you could easily injure your bones if you walk rashly. You can use this."
"Walking rashly"? Helan Yuan really knows how to choose words.
He can't even move now, how can he leave?
...I'm just afraid of offending him.
"Push me to see Jingjiang." Wen Zheliu sat on the sedan chair, and his hands were free, so he could hold his daughter steadily again. He lifted up the blanket covering his legs and gave the order with his head tilted.
Jingjiang River is not only the main river for the people downstream, but also surrounds the capital city in the Central Plains, serving as a moat.
The wind was strong by the river, and Wen Zheliu was weak, so he shouldn't have gone out to feel the wind. But when he thought of the river connecting the Central Plains and the two countries of Xiyue, he could not contain his gurgling feelings of longing, and he insisted on coming to see it with his own eyes.
The quiet river flows slowly, like the small bridges and flowing water in the south of the Central Plains.
The wife lives at the head of Jingjiang River, and the husband lives at the tail of Jingjiang River. He misses his wife every day but cannot see her. They drink the water of Jingjiang River together.
Wen Zheliu was sitting quietly by the river in a sedan chair.
It's like a wife-waiting stone that is longing for its owner to return.
But before he could look at his wife for even half a moment, the little girl in his arms burst into tears.
She was hungry again.
She didn't understand her young father's sadness.
She just wants milk.
"Dear, don't cry." Wen Zheliu saw her sobbing, his heart ached, and tears filled his eyes. "Daddy will give you milk, don't cry, okay?"
It would take at least an hour to rush back to the palace.
This child is impatient and I don’t think he can wait any longer.
He could only feed her right here and right away.
"Xiaobai, lead the guards to block off this area."
Xiaobai opened his lips but didn't dare to express his doubts.
Feeding the princess here would be considered exposing her breasts. If the censors in the court knew about it, it would be a disaster for His Majesty, who has usurped the throne.
The little girl didn't understand the twists and turns of the world. She only knew that she was hungry and needed to eat.
"Hurry up and go!" Seeing the crystal tears sliding down the eyes of his beloved little girl, Wen Zheliu waved his hand and scolded her, his tone inevitably a little harsh.
"Yes." Xiaobai had no choice but to do as he was told.
There was a rustling sound, and the princess's crying gradually faded away.
Wen Zheliu hugged his daughter's strong body. Even though his body was hurt by her bites, his heart was still warm as if the sun was shining brightly.
Her mother would be pleased to see her so healthy and strong.
The day when his father becomes rich thanks to his daughter is just around the corner...right?
He used his daughter to exchange for He Jiuyue's mercy. He is really a shameless and incompetent father.
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