Chapter 522: This is the most delicious noodles I have ever eaten, I never get tired of it
Mo Liyuan said no more. He took Lan Xiyue's hand, turned around and left.
When he reached the palace gate, he paused slightly, but did not turn back. He only left the empress dowager with a cold and resolute back, and his voice was indifferent without a trace of warmth: "Doctor Li, please take good care of the empress dowager. Nanny, please serve carefully."
He paused, his indifferent tone revealing a deeper chill, "If the Queen Mother feels that she is not used to living in the Regent's Palace, I will send someone to escort her back to the palace to recuperate."
After he finished speaking, he did not hesitate at all. He held Lan Xiyue's hand tightly and left without looking back.
Inside Jingfeng Pavilion, the dead silent air seemed to have solidified into a heavy block of lead.
The Queen Mother slumped back into her chair, her hands clutching tightly at her heart, where she felt waves of sharp pain, making it difficult for her to breathe.
She closed her eyes, tears silently falling, her voice choked with broken sobs and filled with unbelievable sadness: "This evil son... I have suffered so much hardship... but for a woman, he dared to contradict me like this... Does he still have eyes for me, his mother?"
The nanny beside her was horrified and hurried forward. Her palm, covered with traces of time, gently stroked the empress dowager's back with a soothing force. Her voice was extremely soft, and she was carefully comforting: "Empress Dowager, please calm down. Please take care of your health! The prince's temper... You know it best. He has been so stubborn since he was a child. Once he makes up his mind, no one can change it. If you get angry and hurt yourself, the prince may not feel good about it either..."
As she spoke, she glanced anxiously at Doctor Li, who was standing there like a clay sculpture or wooden carving, and urged him, "Doctor Li! What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and take the Empress Dowager's pulse!"
Doctor Li woke up as if from a dream, with cold sweat on his forehead. He hurried forward and carefully placed his hand on the empress dowager's cold wrist.
The pulse under the fingers was rapid and disordered, obviously caused by anger.
He didn't dare delay and quickly took out the silver needles he had brought with him. Holding his breath and concentrating, he inserted acupuncture needles into the Empress Dowager's several acupuncture points that could calm her mind and spirit. As the needles trembled, the Empress Dowager's violently heaving chest gradually calmed down a little, and her pale face turned slightly back to normal.
After leaving Jingfeng Pavilion, Lan Xiyue almost immediately took a deep breath of the cool night breeze, as if to exhale all the depression accumulated in her chest.
She stopped and turned to look at the man beside her.
Mo Liyuan's handsome profile was shrouded in a lingering haze. His tightly pursed thin lips and the undercurrent surging in his deep eyes all showed his inner restlessness.
Lan Xiyue reached out her hand and gently touched his clenched fist, her voice soft, "Mo Liyuan."
Seeing his gaze turned towards her, she continued, "Actually... you don't have to make things so awkward with the Queen Mother because of me. I... am not as fragile as you think. It's just a few words, I can handle it. It's really okay."
Mo Liyuan stared at her deeply, his gaze seemed to penetrate her eyes and reach her heart.
He grasped her slightly cold hand with his backhand, his strength carrying an unquestionable firmness. His deep voice suppressed his turbulent emotions: "But this prince does not want to listen! This prince simply does not want to see the Queen Mother stabbing you with such harsh words! She knows... that man used to stab me with both open and covert attacks, and tried to kill me countless times! Why is it that he can do so many evil things, but when I resist a little and protect the one I love, it is considered treason? In the past, this prince tolerated everything again and again for the Queen Mother's sake, and did not investigate further! But this does not mean that this prince does not want to kill him!"
Looking at the violence and deep pain surging in his eyes, Lan Xiyue's heart tightened.
"Mo Liyuan..." Lan Xiyue suddenly stood on tiptoe and leaned close to his ear. With a hint of deliberate grievance and coquettishness, she successfully diverted his attention. "I didn't eat much in there just now... I'm so hungry now, my stomach is growling. Let's go to the kitchen and I'll make you some instant noodles."
This sudden change of topic made Mo Liyuan visibly stunned.
He lowered his head and met her clear, bright eyes, which were filled with a sly smile. The sinister and vicious aura that had been surging just now melted away at a visible speed, like ice and snow meeting the warm sun.
Those deep eyes were instantly replaced by an intoxicating tenderness, as if the thundering rage just now had never happened.
"Okay." His low voice returned to its usual calmness, but with a hint of doting warmth.
He took her hand without hesitation, turned around and walked towards the brightly lit area deep in the palace.
The stove in the palace kitchen had long been extinguished, leaving only the small stove that was keeping watch at night, still emitting a faint red light.
The steward and several servants were so frightened by the sudden arrival of the prince and princess that they knelt on the ground in panic, "Greetings to the prince! Greetings to the princess!"
Mo Liyuan didn't even look at them, his gaze only fixed on Lan Xiyue. He ordered calmly, "Everyone, step back. Don't come near unless I tell you to."
"Yes, yes! I'll take my leave!" Everyone crawled out quickly as if they had been pardoned, and suddenly there were only two of them left in the huge kitchen.
The unburned firewood in the stove crackled, illuminating Lan Xiyue's busy figure.
Mo Liyuan casually found a clean low stool and sat down, quietly watching her skillfully light the stove, scoop water into the pot, and wash the pot.
The dancing flames cast her slender figure against the wall, stretching it out and tinging it with a warm orange-red. This ordinary, everyday air strangely soothed the last trace of anxiety in his heart.
The water in the pot began to bubble up, then began to boil, with white steam rising.
Lan Xiyue moved her mind slightly, and three packs of instant noodles appeared out of thin air between her fingers as if by magic. This was after she had earned points and exchanged a lot of instant noodles in the mall and put them in the space.
She deftly tore open the package and dropped three golden, curly pancakes into the boiling water one by one.
She poured the rich and fragrant powdered seasoning into two clean white porcelain bowls.
The dough quickly expanded and softened in the boiling water, and a unique, overbearing aroma instantly filled the entire kitchen. This was the smell that Mo Liyuan was familiar with and missed.
Lan Xiyue skillfully scooped up the cooked noodles with the soup and poured them into the bowl. The hot soup instantly washed away the seasoning at the bottom of the bowl, and the aroma was even more overwhelming.
She deliberately pushed the full bowl in front of Mo Liyuan and took a smaller bowl for herself.
"Okay, eat it while it's hot!" She handed him the chopsticks and picked up the bowl herself.
Mo Liyuan almost couldn't wait to take the chopsticks, picked up a piece of golden and tempting noodles soaked in the soup, blew on it and put it into his mouth.
The familiar yet unique rich flavor instantly exploded on his tongue, and the chewy noodles, wrapped in the fragrant, boiling broth, slid down his throat, bringing an incomparable sense of satisfaction. He ate very quickly, yet with an almost reverent seriousness, mumbling a praise, "Yuer, these noodles... are the best I've ever tasted. I never tire of them."
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