Su Wanwan's gaze remained fixed on the words, and she did not speak.
Yan Ge'er then pointed out each word to her: "Wan, Shou, Wu, Jiang, repeat after me, Wan, Shou, Wu, Jiang."
Su Wanwan's gaze lingered on the character for "longevity" for a while longer.
Yan Ge'er's eyes sparkled like stars.
Mother responded!
Mother isn't a wooden person anymore!
However, Su Wanwan's reaction lasted only a moment; soon after, she lay down to sleep again.
Filled with excitement, Yan Ge'er wrote a letter to his father, who was far away in the capital, about the matter.
After reading the letter, Lu Xingjian couldn't take his eyes off it for a long time.
Nowadays, he is becoming more and more like a lonely man.
Living in a cold and desolate palace, doing tedious and boring things.
But we had no choice but to do it.
He wanted to handle everything properly so that the mother and son could have a stable and comfortable place to recuperate.
It's okay even if I'm not by his side.
He can tolerate it.
But.
She remembered nothing, not even Yan Ge'er, not even Xiao Bin, but she still remembered the character "寿" (longevity).
Ah Shou.
Ah Shou.
Only on those passionate, intimate nights would she call out his childhood nickname to him with abandon.
At that moment, they forgot all their identities and all their grudges.
Two people, embracing intimately in the darkness, completely possess each other.
Even though he shot her with an arrow, she still remembered him.
Lu Xingjian covered his chest with his hand.
It was as if the arrow that was shot out had circled back and struck his body.
There was a large empty space in my chest.
A cool breeze whistled in.
It hurts so much.
How could it not hurt?
Wanwan never complains of pain.
He shot her, but she only let out a soft groan and collapsed limply to the ground.
He didn't even have the courage to approach her.
What would he do if she died by his arrow?
What should he do? What can he do?
When she was hurt, she did so quietly and calmly, ignoring everyone else.
Now, she finally doesn't have to pay attention to any of them.
I shouldn't get hurt again, right?
Wanwan, I don't need you standing next to me anymore.
I don't need you to comfort me or stay with me anymore.
I can do everything by myself.
You can bravely face everything.
They can even bestow rewards and honors upon those they hate, and send them off in a grand manner to retire to their hometown.
I will become a qualified and competent monarch.
It's just that you're not by my side.
...
Time flies, and the year is drawing to a close.
It's too cold to recuperate on the mountain. Su Wanwan has recovered quite a bit and is able to get out of bed and move around. When the weather is warmer, she can even go out for a walk.
Xiao Bin made arrangements to move to Jinling and into the house where Yan Ge'er had been secretly raised back then.
Returning to her old surroundings did not awaken Su Wanwan's past memories. Instead, she felt uneasy, hiding in the house and not letting anyone near her, nor daring to go out.
Xiao Bin was at a loss.
Yan Ge'er was heartbroken and sad.
His mother stopped paying attention to him altogether.
Since waking up, Mother herself hasn't uttered a single word.
Every time he spoke to his mother, it was as if he was talking to himself.
The imperial physician said that Mother was living in her own world.
Ideally, she should be in a familiar environment with close friends and family to help her gradually recover.
Yan Ge'er was a little sad.
This is the place where he once lived.
Isn't it a familiar environment and close people?
When he read to his mother as usual, she hid in the corner of the bed, covering her head with her hands and curling up into a ball, as if she was resistant and afraid of everything there.
Xiao Bin was feeling a bit down.
This is indeed not an environment that Su Wanwan is familiar with.
Yan Ge'er and he live here most of the time, and Wanwan only comes here occasionally to see the children and sneaks over.
Actually, Yan Ge'er was too young when he lived here, and he doesn't remember this place, or even the person he used to rely on.
Now, only he himself remembers this place.
Xiao Bin quickly made a decision: "Let's take her back to the capital."
Yan Ge'er's eyes lit up.
Perhaps Father has a way to make Mother better?
...
On the eve of the Lunar New Year, Lu Xingjian sent his servants to lock himself in the East Warm Pavilion of Kunning Palace, where he drank himself into a stupor with a wine pot.
On the dressing table was her favorite mother-of-pearl jewelry box.
However, her presence in the room grew fainter and fainter.
After Lu Xingjian finished the last drop of wine in the wine pot, he had the door to the warm pavilion closed and prepared to return to Xiaoyuan.
He will try to get used to the loneliness and desolation of this eve of the Lunar New Year.
Meng Yue presented a letter with a smile.
"Your Majesty, they come from the south."
Lu Xingjian, who had been lying in bed, sat up abruptly upon hearing the news and read the letter several times.
He stared intently at the words on the letter.
Are they going back to Beijing?
Do I need a familiar environment and familiar people every night?
Is there anyone more familiar to him, or an environment more familiar than the palace?
He couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
Fortunately, he did not neglect his duties and was busy with government affairs every day. Order has been restored in the capital and the surrounding areas, and everything is in good order.
"Find out the date they set off, and have Gu Ziyu lead the Beijing army to escort them back along the way!"
Because it is close to Christmas, he cannot come by himself.
The first few days of the New Year are filled with ancestral worship and suburban sacrifices to Heaven and Earth, a multitude of tasks that the emperor, as the emperor, cannot be absent from such a grand festival.
Otherwise, it will trigger speculation and conjecture among the public.
...
"Wanwan?"
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