On his first time attending court, Deng Xin was not nervous at all. He originally wanted to lean against the dragon throne to listen to the report, but Wei Yuanhua saw this and quickly reminded him in a low voice: "Your Majesty, you look not dignified enough, which is detrimental to the imperial majesty."
Nan Yu glanced at him and then sat up straight; he would lean on her even when he was tired.
The minister came forward.
Some reported flooding in the south, others said the north was suffering from severe drought, and still others urged the emperor to work more in the fields so that he could have an heir soon, while also criticizing his male favorites in the harem.
The third-ranking scholar stood in the court, feeling extremely embarrassed and helpless.
Fortunately, he wasn't particularly favored.
The emperor took him into the harem, but he has never served the emperor in bed, treating it as if he were just going home to sleep.
The court session is finally over.
Nan Yu sat in the imperial study, looking at the mountain of memorials. Annoyed, she didn't want to review them for the time being.
Have someone summon Song Ying.
Wei Yuanhua made a humble and cautious suggestion:
"Your Majesty, Attendant Song is ill. For the sake of your health, why not have Attendant Liu come to keep you company?"
Song Ying angered Emperor Chao Yu, and Bai Yuci immediately began to favor the handsome man he had snatched from the common people. Liu Shijun is currently his darling, but his heart is like a durian with many thorns.
Nan Yu frowned and said with displeasure, "I want Song Ying!"
"His Majesty……"
Nan Yu: "Let him come, and while you're at it, please invite a royal physician."
Wei Yuanhua wanted to offer further advice, but since it concerned the emperor's health, he had to be cautious.
Nan Yu's eyebrows furrowed in anger, and she smacked her lips, "Am I the emperor, or are you the emperor?"
The eunuch Wei was so frightened that he knelt down and kowtowed, saying hurriedly, "This servant dares not, this servant dares not, this servant will send someone to invite Lord Song right away."
Deng Xin leaned back comfortably in his chair, closing his eyes to enjoy the gentle massage from the palace maid. Being an emperor was so wonderful.
Of course, this excludes approving imperial edicts.
Song Ying was brought here and had only been in the cold palace for half a month. She had lost a lot of weight. Because of her illness, her face was pale and weak. She wore a veil and no makeup. She wore a green long robe, and her figure was slender and her temperament was elegant and outstanding.
Song Ying covered her mouth and coughed.
Her skin was fair, giving her a somewhat sickly beauty.
Perhaps it was the constant coughing along the way that caused his eyes to be slightly red and stained with a few tears.
The veil covered most of her face, yet it revealed a subtle allure, allowing glimpses of her cool and aloof features. The hazy beauty made one feel as if they were inside an ancient scroll, captivating and enchanting.
No wonder Bai Yuci wanted to mess with him; he was just too good-looking.
Song Ying dared not get too close to Nan Yu.
Because the emperor is of inestimable worth, he cannot afford the slightest mistake.
If the disease were transmitted to him, even ten lives would not be enough to atone for it.
What he feared most was that it would affect the Persian Kingdom. Emperor Chao Yu was already dissatisfied with him, and if he were to find an excuse to go to war, he would truly be guilty of a thousand deaths.
Nan Yu moved her legs, and the palace maid who was massaging her legs withdrew.
She beckoned to the man.
Song Ying hesitated, took a step forward, and dared not go any further. He cupped his hands and said, "May Your Majesty be well."
Even if you're unhappy, you still have to bow.
Seeing this, Dengxin stopped pressing the issue, leaned back on the soft couch, and asked, "How have you been in the Cold Palace?"
Song Ying replied in a measured tone, "All is well, Your Majesty, thank you for your concern."
Nan Yu stared intently at Song Ying, who truly had a standard model face. He clicked his tongue inwardly, remaining silent and not daring to speak, the atmosphere growing increasingly tense.
Suddenly, Deng Xin waved his hand, and Wei Yuanhua, being very perceptive, immediately dismissed all the servants.
He wondered to himself: Could it be that Lady Song will regain the Emperor's favor?
No one can say for sure about this; Liu Shijun is not resistant to hardship.
Although Lady Song has a cold and noble appearance, she has an exceptional pain tolerance and rarely needs to be forcibly awakened, allowing His Majesty to have his fill of her beauty.
Wei Yuanhua had no intention of leaving. Nan Yu glanced at him, and the father-in-law immediately crouched down and backed away.
"come over."
"Cough cough..." Song Ying coughed for a while, then knelt down before Nan Yu: "I have caught a cold and should not be near Your Majesty."
He didn't come, and the lamp wick went past, which startled Song Ying so much that she wanted to back away.
But Nan Yu held her down, and with her right hand reaching behind the veil, she applied a little force, and with less support, the veil fell off her face, revealing an exquisitely beautiful face.
With prominent brow bones and bright, sparkling eyes and white teeth.
Song Ying desperately suppressed her cough, her face turning bright red.
Nan Yu's eyes sparkled; she was beautiful, truly beautiful.
As if possessed, she reached out her hand to that slightly cool cheek. The moment she touched it, Song Ying couldn't help herself and lowered her head to cover her mouth.
It looked like he was coughing up his lungs.
The lamp wick paused, then called out, "Has the imperial physician arrived?"
Wei Yuanhua led the imperial physician in and was a little shocked to see Song Ying. He had heard that Song Ying had been banished to the cold palace and caused quite a stir. How did she end up in the imperial study?
However, they dared not speculate about His Majesty's affairs.
He opened the medicine box, took out a cushion, and then draped a handkerchief over Song Ying's wrist. After all, she was the emperor's person, and there had to be a layer of separation between men and women. Direct contact would be disrespectful to His Majesty.
Song Ying's persistent cough affected her pulse.
The imperial physician felt the pulse for quite a while.
Nan Yu kept a close eye on things.
Song Ying found it strange that His Majesty seemed different from usual.
After taking the pulse, the imperial physician cautiously said, "Your Majesty has caught a cold. I will go back and prepare a prescription. Drinking it for a few days will cure you."
Nan Yu urged, "Hurry up."
The imperial physician bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I will go immediately."
After the imperial physician left, Nan Yu and Song Ying looked at each other. Deng Xin felt her heart pounding, beating a little too fast, and she wanted to kiss him.
I was just about to take a bite.
Song Ying coughed again.
Nan Yu kept a little distance from him; having a cold was unpleasant, and he didn't want a headache.
Two incense sticks later, the medicine was ready and brought to Song Ying. The palace maid said, "Please drink the medicine, Your Majesty."
Song Ying wanted to get better quickly; coughing every day was unbearable even for an iron man.
Pick up the bowl and drink; let it cool to a warm temperature. It's bitter but not scalding.
Nan Yu didn't see anything else, but he saw a pair of hands with jade-like joints holding a porcelain bowl, which looked like two works of art stacked together, and he couldn't take his eyes off them.
The medicine didn't work immediately; Song Ying was still coughing after taking it. He had a headache and looked unwell. Seeing that he needed to rest, Nan Yu simply let him go home.
They still lived in the cold palace.
However, because of Nan Yu's actions, people felt that Song Shijun was regaining favor, and the eunuchs and palace maids dared not act recklessly. They changed all their autumn clothes, bedding, and food.
The eunuch who had bullied Song Ying was now trembling with fear.
They've been incredibly obsequious lately.
A week has passed.
Song Ying recovered from her illness.
It seems His Majesty has forgotten him again, leaving him in the cold palace.
That group of eunuchs started praising the powerful and belittling the weak again.
Nan Yu has been getting through these past few days with only an iron will. He wakes up in a cold every night, feeling unwell all over. He wants to find Song Ying, but his cold hasn't gotten better.
On the eighth day, I finally heard that he was better.
She immediately summoned him to her bedchamber.
Song Ying's face darkened, but she could not resist. She touched the whip scars on her back and could only take a bath. Unlike the concubines who were carried into the emperor's bedchamber, they could not get dressed and walk out of the sedan chair on their own.
After all, what awaited them was not imperial favor, but instruments of torture.
Seeing that the location was wrong, Song Ying was puzzled. When she arrived at the location, she saw the Hall of Longevity on the plaque and felt even more strange.
This is His Majesty's bedroom, the place where his concubines receive his favor.
How did you end up here?
Could it be...?
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