Chapter 410: Lord Zhao is ill
Lying quietly in the box was a golden medal of immunity from death, the one that Fushou had given her before.
Zhao Lingmeng carefully took out the piece from her sleeve and gently put it back in. If the situation hadn't allowed, she would have laughed out loud. These were two lives at stake!
She held the box and was secretly happy for a while before she put it back carefully.
Zhao Lingmeng took off her coat and shoes and lay down on the bed. She muttered to herself, "I didn't realize the emperor was so kind. He retired after achieving success, but he still knew to leave her a way out."
It is true that people who do things like her are easily feared by the royal family in this era, especially in peacetime. In an era where the emperor wants his subjects to die, the subjects must die, and there is no place to seek justice.
At this time, the emperor, who was praised so highly by Zhao Lingmeng, was standing in front of the ancestral tablet, muttering about this matter.
In fact, the Emperor had been hesitant about bestowing Zhao Lingmeng with the Golden Medal of Immunity from Death. Otherwise, he wouldn't have waited until today to give it to her. This was the result of his deliberation all night long.
Funing has indeed made great contributions to Jingguo, and he really treats her as his daughter. I hope she can live in peace and safety until old age!
The emperor stood in front of the ancestral tablet for a long time before burning incense and leaving. He thought his ancestors would think he was doing the right thing!
Zhao Lingmeng thought she would be too happy to sleep, but she fell asleep in no time. She didn't even know Qiuyue came in to cover her with the quilt.
In the days that followed, Zhao Lingmeng participated in the ceremony of enthroning the queen and the ceremony of enthroning the prince. After these times, Zhao Lingmeng felt that she had lost more than ten pounds.
After the series of events surrounding the new emperor of Yuanjing's ascension to the throne were over, winter had arrived again.
Zhao Lingmeng had been planning to spend the winter at the hot spring resort because she was too exhausted this summer. However, Lord Zhao fell ill, so she decided not to spend the winter at the resort and stayed in Yuanjing to accompany her father.
Everyone was terrified by Lord Zhao's illness.
That day, Zhao Lingmeng woke up, ate breakfast and lunch leisurely, and then went to the Wu'an Marquis Mansion with his men fully armed.
When Lord Zhao saw his daughter coming again, he felt distressed. It was so cold outside: "Didn't I tell you! I'm fine, you don't have to come every day."
Zhao Lingmeng knew her father was worried about her, so she could only smile helplessly and explain, "I didn't come here on foot, and I won't be cold in a carriage."
As soon as Zhao Lingmeng entered the room where the old Marquis Zhao was recuperating, she skillfully sat down beside the old Marquis Zhao's bed and said, "Father, do you want some fruit? I'll peel some for you."
When Lord Zhao saw his daughter reaching for the knife again, he quickly stopped her. The last time he peeled a pear for him, he had watched it more tiring than hers: "Alright, just sit still! You're not the one with the responsibility of doing this!"
"Old man, do you look down on me?" Zhao Lingmeng said as he tossed a pear in his hand.
"You have no respect for your elders and are very irritable all the time. Are you the patient or am I the patient? How can a patient coax you all the time?"
Old Marquis Zhao felt that his daughter was becoming increasingly unpleasant and her words were becoming more and more arbitrary. If it were during his better years, he would have given her a beating.
"Of course you're a patient. If I hadn't come to talk to you every day, you'd be lying there like this this winter. How boring!"
Zhao Lingmeng felt that his father was obviously a military commander, but at his age he acted like a civil official, always being very particular about what he didn't allow.
"Okay, you're right. Can you put down the knife? I don't eat fruit."
Old Marquis Zhao surrendered very quickly.
But Zhao Lingmeng was really a bit of a late rebel, the kind of childish person who would do whatever you told me not to do. She was just about to continue.
Then, Lord Zhao was heard shouting in an unsportsmanlike voice, "Madam, Madam..."
Zhao Lingmeng immediately put away the knife and the fruit, even straightening her sitting posture a bit, looking like a good girl. She was afraid her mother would come over and nag her. Her mother was becoming more and more talkative, and could talk for two hours without repeating herself.
Zhao Lingmeng just wanted to say that he couldn't afford to offend her, absolutely couldn't afford to offend her.
"Hmph..." After the old Marquis Zhao hummed, he rolled his eyes at Zhao Lingmeng smugly.
"Okay, you're awesome. You're a patient, so I won't bother with you."
Zhao Lingmeng didn't really want to make her father jump, she was just teasing him. Otherwise, it would be so boring to lie in this room all day!
"Where is Yang'er? Why didn't he come with you?" It's no wonder that Old Marquis Zhao was curious. Recently, his grandson came with his daughter every day.
"Oh, Chen'er took her to the palace to stay for a while. Don't worry, I'll come to see you every day."
Now Yang Chengchen has learned almost everything he needs to learn, and he is gradually growing up. It is not suitable for him to go to Princess Funing's Mansion frequently, especially since the Princess's Mansion does not have a prince consort yet.
So Yang Chengchen often took Zhao Houyang to live with him. After all, he was the only master of such a large palace. Zhao Houyang didn't have to worry about offending anyone when he lived in the palace.
Zhao Lingmeng happily agreed, so Zhao Houyang now stays in the princess's mansion for a few days and in the prince's mansion for a few days.
"We grew up together, but our relationship is different." Old Marquis Zhao sighed about this and felt sorry for Zhao Zhimo. If he didn't have such an unreliable pair of parents, he would have a good relationship with his cousins now.
Zhao Lingmeng didn't know his father well, but after hearing what he said, she knew what the old man was thinking. "Hmm, old man, you're already old, why are you thinking so much? Your grandson is quite good, he'll be able to support the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion in the future."
Old Marquis Zhao looked at his daughter's playful eyes and said stubbornly, "I was just talking, I didn't think too much about it. Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings."
"It's better for you to do this. If you think too much and become unhealthy, I won't be the one who suffers." Zhao Lingmeng was filial piety, and the rest was none of her business.
Seeing his daughter's stubborn attitude, Lord Zhao cautiously asked, "Are you still angry with your sister-in-law?"
"No, I just treat her as a stranger. Anyway, if you two are gone in the future and my brother and sister-in-law don't welcome me back, I won't go back. It's no big deal."
Forgiveness or something like that doesn't exist for Zhao Lingmeng.
She was also afraid of trouble. If she said she forgave, others would think that they could go back to the way they were before, which would be so annoying.
"What are you talking about? Although your elder brother is a little stupid, it has never come to this." Old Marquis Zhao was a little puzzled. They were all his own children, and he knew them dearly. He didn't know what to do in this situation.
"Okay, you're already sick, why bother worrying so much! I'll help you if you need anything."
Although Lord Zhao listened to his daughter's promise, he was still a little uneasy when he saw the look in his daughter's eyes that said "you are biased".
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