Jiang Yu threw her head back and laughed, tears welling up in her eyes.
It turns out that even after she died, those ungrateful wretches didn't have a good life either.
"Your Highness, are you having another nightmare?" Hearing the noise, Ling Mama hurried into the room, only to find Jiang Yu huddled in a corner, hugging her knees.
Seeing that Jiang Yu remained silent, Granny Ling silently lit some calming incense and then left to guard outside the house.
Jiang Yu was not fully sober yet. Her eyes were sore from being soaked in tears for so long, and her fingertips were red, but the corners of her mouth were turned up.
She always harbored deep resentment, resenting that those people from her past life could have a peaceful end.
But in her dream, she saw those people being tortured to death, and her pent-up hatred finally found an outlet.
Suddenly, Jiang Yu's nails, which were embedded in her knee, loosened abruptly.
Slowly rising, Jiang Yu sat down in front of the dressing table, reached out and opened the top dressing case, inside which lay a hairpin lying quietly.
"When I came of age, no one celebrated for me, but Ayu is my precious child. I want to put this hairpin on you myself, and I wish you a peaceful and worry-free life after you wear it."
On the day of her coming-of-age ceremony, her mother put a hairpin in her hair.
After her mother died, she put the hairpin away and never wore it when she got married.
Jiang Yu held the hairpin up her head and held it up a few times. In the candlelight, her eyes in the bronze mirror looked swollen like walnuts.
The hairpin was casually tucked into her hair, and Jiang Yu then took out her jade flute.
She played the tune of the Broken Army, a tune that was both familiar and unfamiliar to her.
The flute music was urgent and carried an undeniable momentum. In an instant, Jiang Yu seemed to return to the days when she practiced with her father and brothers in the martial arts arena.
Father, Mother, those who bullied me in my past life didn't have a good ending either.
......
The next day, Ling Mama looked at the sky outside, then turned to look into the house, which was completely silent.
After much deliberation, she finally entered the room. "Your Majesty? Your Majesty?"
A few moments later, Ling Mama's somewhat panicked voice rang out, "Quickly, call the royal physician! Go now!"
Inside the bed curtains, Jiang Yu's face was flushed with an abnormal redness, and her forehead was burning hot; she had developed a high fever.
The royal physician rushed over, and Wanji also went to the palace to invite the imperial physician to the Marquis of Dingyuan's residence.
"How is my mother?" Upon hearing the news, Gu Qingyan rushed out of the palace, his brows furrowed and his eyes filled with worry.
"Your Highness, the heavy dew last night, coupled with Her Majesty's worries, has caused her to develop a high fever." The imperial physician, over sixty years old, tremblingly took her pulse. "After I prescribe a medicine, there is nothing to worry about."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Jiang Yu also woke up groggily.
"Ayan is here? Master Meng gave you a holiday?"
Jiang Yu felt weak all over and her eyelids were swollen.
“I asked for leave because Wanji said that Mother was ill, so I rushed to see her.”
"Am I ill?"
Jiang Yu reached out and touched her forehead, chuckling slightly. "Ayan, don't worry about me. Hurry back to the palace to listen to Master Meng's lecture. My illness will be cured tomorrow."
Only after Jiang Yu's insistence did Gu Qingyan reluctantly leave the house, turning back every few steps.
Before leaving, Gu Qingyan went to Gu Lin's courtyard.
"Mr. Huo, my mother is ill and I cannot be by her side, so I would like to ask you for a favor."
It took Gu Qingyan a full half hour to leave the Dingyuan Marquis's residence.
......
Inside the room, Jiang Yu felt something digging into her waist and felt a sharp pain. When she reached out to touch it, she touched the familiar jade pendant.
Wasn't Huo Xiang wearing this jade pendant?
Jiang Yu tried desperately to recall her conversation with Gu Lin last night, but her mind went completely blank.
[Could it be that I've done something to Huo Xiang again?]
"Granny, how did Huo Xiang leave last night?" Jiang Yu wrinkled her nose; she could smell the decocted medicine.
"Last night, Her Majesty got drunk. Mr. Huo asked me to make you some hangover soup before he left." As she spoke, Ling Mama gestured to the maid outside to bring the medicine up.
Jiang Yu was immediately at her wit's end.
She hates bitter medicine the most.
"Mr. Huo has sent some candied fruit, saying that the Third Prince asked him to buy it." Granny Ling smiled and took out the paper package. Upon hearing this, Jiang Yu immediately beamed. Ah Yan is indeed filial!
Hmm, but why does this candied fruit taste a little strange?
On the other side.
"My lord, this Ganoderma lucidum is used to counteract your toxins..."
Before Ling Shan could finish speaking, Gu Lin glared at him, saying that the master had actually ground the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum into powder and sprinkled it on the candied fruit for his wife to eat.
Ling Hai glanced silently at Gu Lin's sideburns.
That patch of snow-white was truly dazzling.
The Lord did not sleep all night, and his hair turned completely white.
Ling Shan followed Ling Hai's gaze, his pupils suddenly contracting. "My lord, you..."
Gu Lin glanced at the bronze mirror, but only said calmly, "Cover it up for me."
He sat there all night, his mind filled with A-Yu's words that she was dead.
......
"Your Majesty."
When Gu Lin appeared before Jiang Yu again, his heart ached. "I heard from Eunuch Wan that you had something to tell me."
"Here, the jade pendant."
Jiang Yu handed the jade pendant to Gu Lin, looking extremely docile due to her fever. "I was drunk last night, I didn't make things difficult for you, did I?"
[I have repeatedly embarrassed myself in front of Huo Xiang. Does he think my actions are inappropriate?]
Even Jiang Yu herself was startled by the thought in her mind and couldn't help but cough.
"careful."
Gu Lin acted faster than he thought, reaching out to pat Jiang Yu's back. A few moments later, the two of them froze in place.
"Your Majesty has not made things difficult for me." Gu Lin suddenly let go, the distance between them closed, and their breaths began to intertwine freely. Gu Lin's eyes began to deepen.
"May I take Her Majesty's pulse?"
Jiang Yu nodded blankly, letting Gu Lin place his hand on her pulse. The moment their skin touched, Jiang Yu's heart trembled slightly.
Gu Lin checked Jiang Yu's pulse and, after confirming that there was nothing seriously wrong, took a few steps back. "Your Majesty only needs to rest for a few days."
"Is Mr. Huo also proficient in medicine?"
"It's just that I've become a doctor through long illness."
If you look closely, you can see that Gu Lin's hand was trembling slightly when he took the pulse.
The air was thick with the scent of calming incense. Gu Lin glanced at the bruises under Jiang Yu's eyes and said, "Last night I vaguely heard the Broken Army Melody. Your Majesty, I do know another way to play the Broken Army Melody."
A few moments later, the sound of a flute came from the courtyard.
Unlike Jiang Yu's rapid and powerful playing, this time the "Broken Army Melody" was soothing and melodious... as if it were comforting the spirits of soldiers who died on the battlefield.
"Her Majesty is asleep. Thank you, Mr. Huo."
Granny Ling looked at Gu Lin gratefully. The flute music stopped, and Gu Lin tucked the flute into his waistband.
"I was merely acting on the orders of the Third Prince, so there's no need for you to thank me, Granny."
Gu Lin lowered his head to hide the heartache in his eyes. His Ayu needed to listen to this kind of music to fall asleep.
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