It took Zhao Nanyu half a month to heal his whip wounds. During this half month, he took a leave and did not go to the Dali Temple.
The situation in the capital became increasingly serious. After the emperor woke up, the first thing he cleaned up was the queen's family. The Tenth Prince, who was the queen's biological son, was stripped of his title, and the queen's father and brother were all imprisoned in the Sky Prison.
The Sixth Prince has been raised by the Empress since he was ten years old. Logically, he should have been affected this time, but he kept his composure during the time when the Emperor was in a coma and did nothing, not even when his wings were removed.
After several punishments, the Sixth Prince was safe and sound.
A few days later, the emperor seemed to have finally made up his mind and ordered the cabinet ministers to draft an edict to depose the empress. After hearing this, the Sixth Prince knelt outside the Wenhua Palace all day, pleading for the empress in tears.
Just after noon, the old eunuch came out of the palace and said helplessly: "Sixth Prince, you should go back. The emperor said that he is tired and will not see anyone today."
The Sixth Prince's voice had become hoarse these days. He shouted hoarsely towards the Wenhua Palace, "Father, please have mercy. Mother was also deceived by the treacherous man. She has been sincere to you all these years. Please reconsider."
There was no response from Wenhua Hall.
In the evening, the Sixth Prince was still kneeling at the palace gate. Word was finally spoken from inside the Wenhua Palace. It was a chilly day, and the old eunuch put his hands into his narrow sleeves and said, "You can go back. I think the Emperor has softened a little."
The Sixth Prince had a sorrowful look on his face. He staggered to his feet and brushed the dust off his knees. “Thank you, eunuch.”
"I don't deserve this. Your Highness really humiliates me."
The Sixth Prince limped out of the palace. As soon as he left the palace, the sadness on his face disappeared completely. He laughed sarcastically, got on the carriage and ordered, "Return to the palace."
"yes."
The Queen's family has run out of luck, but even so, the Queen cannot die. After all, she is his nominal mother. If he wants to ascend the throne, he still needs a mother of noble status.
Although Zhao Nanyu was unemployed at home, he was one of the few officials who was promoted during this turmoil.
He was transferred directly from the Dali Temple to the Inspectorate as the Censor-in-Chief, a fourth-rank official. It is no exaggeration to say that it was a promotion. When they first heard that Zhao Nanyu was transferred to the Inspectorate, no one in the Zhao family dared to believe it. Originally, he was just holding a position in the Dali Temple. How did he suddenly catch the emperor's eye?
The people in the mansion are very good at reading people's expressions, and they are very cautious when serving people here, for fear of making mistakes.
Compared to other people, Zhao Nanyu himself was very indifferent. He was the same as before, and no one told Song Luan about this.
After the family dinner this month, Song Luan foolishly told Zhao Nanyu that the people from the second house seemed to be more polite to them than before.
Zhao Nanyu smiled and said nothing.
Speaking of family dinners, Song Luan had a lot of complaints to complain about. Not only did she have to face the old lady's face that looked as if everyone owed her something, she also didn't dare to use her chopsticks too much and couldn't even eat enough.
As soon as she came back from the main courtyard, she started to have diarrhea. Her stomach felt like it was churning and she felt uncomfortable and wanted to vomit. Her face was pale and her lips were pale. Zhao Nanyu gave her a sip of warm water and asked, "Are you feeling better?"
Song Luan frowned, her stomach still felt uncomfortable. She shook her head, "Not well yet."
Zhao Nanyu's gentleness these days made her temper worse. She pushed him away and said, "I don't want to drink water. Just let me spit it out."
Zhao Nanyu didn't mind being pushed by her. He picked up the person who was squatting on the ground and ordered the maid outside in a cold voice: "Call the doctor to come and take a look."
"yes."
Before the doctor arrived, Song Luan vomited everything she had just eaten. Zhao Nanyu comforted her and poured her a glass of water, "Rinse your mouth."
After Song Luan vomited, the nausea in her chest disappeared by half. She drank half a cup of water to clear the taste in her mouth. After she recovered, her face became a little rosy.
The doctor arrived at this time, but Song Luan refused to let him take her pulse. Perhaps it was because she had taken too many medicines. She was afraid of doctors, and was even more afraid of the black and bitter medicine they prescribed.
She licked Zhao Nanyu's face and acted coquettishly, "I just had a stomachache and hurt my stomach. There's no need to take my pulse!"
Zhao Nanyu held down her flailing hands and said, "Let's take a look. It won't be a big deal."
Song Luan has been making trouble for the past two days. "I don't want to watch it. I just don't want to watch it. Don't bully me, or I'll tell my brother."
Being soft on Zhao Nanyu is actually of little use, as he is rational and cold, and rarely shows mercy.
He said directly to the doctor: "Doctor Du, thank you for your help."
Song Luan was so angry at his tyranny that she turned away and didn't want to look at him, and handed her wrist to Doctor Du angrily.
After checking her pulse, Doctor Du said slowly, "It's just that you have an upset stomach. Madam, you should eat less strong-tasting food next time."
She muttered quietly, "I didn't eat much tonight..."
There happened to be a plate of crystal clear pork elbow in front of her, and she couldn't help but eat half of it.
Zhao Nanyu thanked Doctor Du and personally sent the patient out. Song Luan sat on the bed with his back to him. He was still angry at his self-willed behavior and had no intention of talking to him.
She felt complicated. On the one hand, she felt that Zhao Nanyu cared about her, but on the other hand, she felt that this man was too controlling of her, meddling in every detail and being omnipresent.
Zhao Nanyu knew that she had not eaten enough in the main courtyard, so he ordered the kitchen to make a bowl of chicken noodle soup. The aroma filled the air, and Song Luan's stomach growled at the smell. She was so spineless that she wanted to go over and ask for some noodles.
Due to his pride, Song Luan endured the hunger and controlled his legs well.
Zhao Nanyu was eating noodles slowly. Song Luan's eyes turned red with anger when she heard the sound of him eating noodles. She looked so pitiful that she wanted to cry.
Song Luan cursed Zhao Nanyu in her heart. She poked the quilt with her little finger. Suddenly, a large shadow covered her eyes. The man sighed, pushed the bowl of noodles in front of her, and laughed, "Wipe your saliva."
"Don't give it to me. Just let me starve to death."
Hearing her childish words, Zhao Nanyu smiled even deeper, "I can't bear to part with it."
Song Luan turned sideways and deliberately pointed her head at him, "You are too arbitrary in the first place, and you don't allow me to vent my anger?"
It's so mean to deliberately make fun of her.
Zhao Nanyu always managed to make her words sound dignified, "I'm worried about you. Even if you don't like seeing a doctor, you still have to see one if you feel unwell. You can't stand the hassle."
What he said was well-reasoned and Song Luan was speechless.
She calmed down a little, held the bowl, and focused on eating the noodles without wanting to continue talking to him. She could never win the argument with him every time.
"Huh? You still don't want to pay attention to me?" Zhao Nanyu pinched her ear and spoke close to her ear.
Song Luan shuddered, "Don't lick my earlobe, I can't eat it."
What's the point of sticking to her? Does she smell good?
Zhao Nanyu moved his lips and teeth downwards, leaving a bad bite mark on her soft neck. "It tastes good."
It's fragrant and sweet, and really delicious.
Pierce the stomach and drink the blood to quench thirst.
Song Luan no longer fantasized that she could straighten out the male protagonist's twisted and paranoid personality.
Now it seems like a dream.
I can only pray that the male protagonist doesn't become more and more perverted. It's better to be a gentle young master all the time.
After Zhao Nanyu recovered from his injuries, he officially joined the Censorate. To this day, no one dares to look down on him. Even Song Heqing looks at him with admiration. This brother-in-law is more capable than he thought.
Song Luan received an invitation from Song Yu at home, saying that she wanted to get together with a few sisters before getting married and invited her to a poetry appreciation session.
Song Luan considered it for two days and finally decided to go. There were more than just her and Song Yu attending the poetry appreciation party, and the invitation had already been handed over, so it would be difficult for her to dismiss it without a legitimate reason.
The Daliang State would hold a poetry appreciation meeting in early winter every year, which lasted for ten days and was very lively with many scholars and writers gathering there.
There was frost but no snow in early winter, and the cold air outside seemed to penetrate into people's bones. Song Luan was afraid of the cold, so she wrapped herself tightly, wearing a red cloak and a hat covered with warm and soft fox fur.
She went out with a maid and told the housekeeper that she would be back at 10 p.m.
Song Yu was waiting for her in the restaurant in advance. After Song Luan entered the private room, she was stunned and asked, "Why are there only two of us?"
In the post, Song Yu mentioned that there were other people involved. Could it be that he was lying to her?
Song Yu smiled sweetly at her and poured her a cup of hot tea. "Don't worry, sister. Please sit down first. The other sisters haven't arrived yet. They may have been delayed by dressing up."
The private room was filled with a pungent aroma. Song Luan didn't like the smell very much. She walked to the window and was about to open it, but Song Yu suddenly stopped her hand and said, "Sister, it's cold. I'm afraid you'll get cold if you open the window."
Song Luan frowned, "It's okay, I'm not afraid of the cold."
She was wearing enough clothes, so the little wind coming in through the window didn't freeze her at all.
Song Yu lowered her head in embarrassment, "Sister, you are not wearing enough clothes today. You are afraid of catching cold."
Song Luan remembered that Song Yu's wedding was not far away. No wonder she was afraid of catching a cold. No one wanted to be sick on the wedding day.
Song Luan suppressed the discomfort and closed the window again.
Song Yu lowered her eyes, and no one saw the calculation in her eyes.
Even with the doors and windows closed, Song Luan could still hear the hawking in the street. He had already drunk two cups of tea, but no one else had arrived.
Gradually, Song Luan also realized that something was wrong. She took a quick look and found that the maid who followed her had already been sent away by Song Yu.
Song Luan was about to stand up, but his legs went weak and he fell back onto the bench before he could straighten up.
Song Luan felt dizzy, her limbs felt weak, and her fair face was an abnormal pink.
She knew that she had been deceived by Song Yu.
There was no one else there. The reason Song Yu didn't let her open the window was that he was afraid there was something wrong with the incense in the room.
Song Luan opened his mouth and asked her, "What do you want to do?"
Kill her? Or do you want to find someone to insult her?
Song Yu's smile was slightly ferocious at the moment. She was obviously in a good mood after her conspiracy succeeded. She said slowly: "You will know soon."
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