Wei Linxia had no complaints and slowly understood Xi Linxuan’s intentions.
At that moment, Xi Linxuan rested on the bed, coughing occasionally with a pained expression. Despite being together daily, he concealed his true medical condition. Wei Linxia had repeatedly threatened the imperial doctors but still couldn’t get the truth from them.
Now, sitting by the bed and looking at her husband’s increasingly emaciated face, Wei Linxia was deeply worried.
He said they had cultivated for a thousand years in their previous life to be together in this one. She didn’t want that cultivation to be in vain or wait another thousand years to see him again. She just wanted him to live well and accompany her through this life. For this, she would do anything; as long as he was alive and watching her, everything would be enough.
“Wei Chenbi, you look like you’re about to molest me,” Wei Linxia was lost in thought when Xi Linxuan opened his eyes.
“It’s all your fault,” Wei Linxia stood up and brought several memorials from an elderly three-dynasty veteran. Each memorial was over two thousand words but essentially meant one thing: “A hen crowing at dawn is an omen of national destruction.”
“This old man always speaks in circles, like solving a riddle. I hate reading his memorials; they make me dizzy. Come, approve them, and spare us unnecessary documents,” Xi Linxuan said.
“The old minister is scolding me for being an unruly mother hen,” Wei Linxia replied.
“Oh? Oh,” Xi Linxuan suddenly hit the bed, “How bold, daring to scold the mother of a nation. Truly audacious.”
Wei Linxia remained silent, watching Xi Linxuan pretend to be angry.
“If I abdicate the throne to you one day, won’t they scold me for a rooster laying eggs? Infuriating,” Xi Linxuan said.
“Getting angry right after waking up is bad for your health.”
Don’t be angry; drink some warm soup to calm down,” Wei Linxia said as she took the soup bowl from the eunuch, carefully cooling it before feeding Xi Linxuan.
“Why couldn’t a woman govern? If this could ensure Xi Linxuan’s longevity, she would gladly bear the criticism, even if it meant facing eternal condemnation.”
“Qiushui, will you go to court tomorrow, and I’ll prepare some snacks for you in the side hall?” Wei Linxia asked.
