I can't hold on any longer.
He turned his head, wiped his eyes, tucked her in, and said in a thick nasal voice, "Okay."
In this world, the only person who truly cares about him is Wanwan.
Only every evening.
Even though she herself had just returned from the brink of death.
The first thing he said was a reminder.
Even though they had just had a fight, he deliberately didn't go to see her for several days.
Even if she thought he liked other women.
She always gave him a wake-up call, helped him break through his predicaments with incisive insights, and pointed him in the right direction.
He bent down and hugged her, his voice hoarse:
"If you stay put, I won't rush ahead."
Su Wanwan's voice was barely audible: "Mmm."
I felt a huge sense of relief.
He understood what she meant.
An emperor is not a general; how could he personally charge into battle?
Instead, they should remain behind the scenes and support the corresponding forces to achieve their own goals.
When conflicts become irreconcilable, they step in to mediate and ease tensions.
This is the skill a qualified politician should possess.
Otherwise, the backlash will come quickly and severely.
Last time it was Maggie, this time it's her, next time, and the time after that?
Although he was an emperor, he was still just a mortal with flesh and blood. How many times could he escape?
Seeing that she had closed her eyes again, Lu Xingjian reached under the covers to touch her hand.
Thankfully, her palms were warm.
The imperial physician said she was fine.
But she's so weak, it's hard to believe she's alright.
He watched her quietly, occasionally squeezing her hand and touching her face.
I checked again and again to make sure she was alright.
Su Wanwan didn't speak or react; her breathing was extremely light, almost imperceptible, as if she were asleep.
Lu Xingjian didn't know if she could hear him, so he let his head droop limply to the side of her face.
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