Bringing her thoughts back, Lin Xihe felt an extremely low atmosphere in the room, making her legs feel weak. She quickly found a topic to talk about and asked, "Did you... come in through the front door again today?"
"how?"
Ji Zhuo raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone carrying a hint of doubt.
"Didn't His Majesty forbid you from seeing me?"
"You don't want to see me?" Ji Zhuo's voice suddenly turned cold, his gaze fixed on Lin Xihe, as if trying to find something in her face.
"No, I miss you, I want to see you. I was just asking, shouldn't we be a little more discreet?"
"My men have found several gold mines in the Jiaodong area. I'll use this achievement to exchange for a legitimate meeting with you."
Ji Zhuo spoke casually, without revealing to Lin Xihe that the gold reserves in those mines were astonishing, enough to feed the entire country for several years, and their significance was extraordinary.
"His Majesty has agreed?"
Lin Xihe felt that the emperor was a man of his word and would not easily change his mind, so why would he agree to let them meet?
"I guess so, but at least I didn't refuse."
Ji Zhuo's tone remained indifferent. His gaze was no longer focused on Lin Xihe, but slowly moved to the piece of paper on the wall with his name written on it. Then he fell silent and did not say a word.
Even though she was in her own boudoir, Lin Xihe felt extremely uncomfortable standing in front of Ji Zhuo, unsure whether to sit or stand.
However, judging from Ji Zhuo's actions, Lin Xihe could roughly understand the current situation: Ji Zhuo was angry with her and annoyed by her actions, but he couldn't let go of their feelings, which was why he came. However, his resentment at the moment made him unwilling to talk to her.
Lin Xihe tried to break the silence and asked softly, "A-Zhuo, have you eaten?"
Seeing that Ji Zhuo did not respond, she hurriedly added, "Um, did you apply the medicine?"
But Ji Zhuo seemed not to hear, and remained silent, simply sitting there quietly.
Seeing this, Lin Xihe could only silently walk to the other end of the soft couch, slowly sit down and wait.
About half an hour later, Ji Zhuo stood up and left without saying a word.
The next morning.
Lin Xihe had just sat down at the dining table, ready to enjoy her breakfast, when she caught a whiff of cooking oil and her stomach churned violently. She felt extremely uncomfortable and vomited badly.
The servants quickly summoned a doctor, who, after examining the patient, informed them that the symptoms were morning sickness caused by pregnancy and were a normal reaction during pregnancy.
That day, from day to night, Lin Xihe was tormented by morning sickness, her face turned pale, and she barely ate any food all day. However, in order to prevent miscarriage, she forced down two bowls of bitter medicine.
As night fell completely and the city lights came on, Ji Zhuo's figure reappeared at the door.
At this moment, the room was still filled with the strong smell of Chinese medicine, and Lin Xihe lay weakly on the bed, her face as pale as paper.
Upon seeing Ji Zhuo, Lin Xihe immediately forced a smile: "You've arrived a bit early today. Have you not eaten yet? I'll have the kitchen prepare some delicious food and send it over right away."
"No need. I'll just sit for a while."
Ji Zhuo, with an indifferent expression and a cold tone, walked straight to the seat he had sat in yesterday and slowly sat down.
Seeing this, Lin Xihe obediently stopped talking and gently leaned against the mattress at the head of the bed.
At first, her gaze remained fixed on Ji Zhuo's cold profile. However, perhaps because she had vomited too frequently that day and was too weak, and with the warm fire in the room, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier without her noticing. Before long, she quietly fell asleep against the mattress.
As Ji Zhuo got up to leave, he took a second look at Lin Xihe that day.
This glance made him suddenly stop in his tracks; he was surprised to find that she had already fallen into a deep sleep.
"Still so carefree."
Looking at Lin Xihe's unguarded sleeping face, Ji Zhuo couldn't help but slowly walk over and quietly stand by the bed.
At this moment, Lin Xihe's long, jet-black hair was casually draped over her pure white inner robe. In the dim candlelight, her face appeared even paler, and she seemed to have lost even more weight compared to before Ji Zhuo left the capital.
Ji Zhuo couldn't let go of the entanglement between Lin Xihe and Gu Qinghuai. Whenever he thought that the woman he loved had been with another man, he felt as if a raging fire was burning inside him, driving him almost to madness.
So much so that even Lin Xihe's touch made him want to avoid it.
However, Lin Xihe, who was sleeping at this moment, was like a pure and flawless porcelain doll, without a single stain or blemish. This appearance made Ji Zhuo's heart soften.
He couldn't resist wanting to get closer.
So, he gently sat down on the edge of the bed, and his hand involuntarily rose up to stroke Lin Xihe's cheek.
Lin Xihe perhaps sensed the sudden touch and slowly opened her eyes. What came into view was Ji Zhuo's face, which was filled with pain.
When Ji Zhuo saw that Lin Xihe had woken up, he seemed to be electrocuted and immediately withdrew his hand in a panic, making a move to get up and leave.
Lin Xihe quickly reached out and grabbed Ji Zhuo's arm tightly.
In an instant, a wave of sadness welled up in her eyes, and she choked out, "Ah Zhuo, I'm sorry, please don't be sad anymore, okay?"
"Let go, you're dirty."
Ji Zhuo frowned, his voice as cold as ice. The vulnerability and pain that had just inadvertently revealed were instantly concealed by him, as if he had returned to his invulnerable and aloof demeanor.
Lin Xihe released Ji Zhuo's hand, but suddenly lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Ji Zhuo's waist tightly.
"Forgive me, please? Ah Zhuo." Her voice was choked with sobs as she pleaded over and over again.
"I told you to let go." Ji Zhuo's voice rang out again, but this time, it lacked the previous coldness and hardness, and instead carried a hint of helplessness.
"If I let go, will you let go too? Since we are destined to be inseparable, let's make up, okay?" Lin Xihe didn't want to be so blunt, but seeing Ji Zhuo's heartbroken appearance, her heart ached terribly.
Ji Zhuo's body suddenly stiffened. He was about to subconsciously push Lin Xihe away, placing his hand on her slender shoulder, but he couldn't bear to use force.
Seeing this, Lin Xihe was about to strike while the iron was hot and say something more conciliatory, but before she could even open her mouth, a sudden churning sensation surged in her stomach.
She let go of Ji Zhuo, her body slumped, and she leaned over the edge of the bed, dry heaving. Her face turned red, but she couldn't vomit anything.
Ji Zhuo was clearly taken aback, and the coldness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by deep worry.
"Why would someone suddenly vomit?"
He immediately reached out and gently patted Lin Xihe's back, calling out loudly, "Ling Shuang, come in."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ling Shuang, who was outside the door, hurriedly pushed the door open and entered.
"How do you take care of people? Are you all tired of living?"
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