Would the days of reuniting with Xi Linxuan be distant again?
Seeing her discomfort, Feng Shou hurried to summon the imperial physician. Wei Linxia instructed him not to fuss, just to bring silver needles.
It was almost funny—she who once instructed Xi Linxuan not to forget his skills had almost forgotten them herself.
Facing the bronze mirror, she carefully inserted the needles. Feng Shou didn’t dare blink while watching.
“Feng Shou, don’t look like that. Wasn’t it me who taught the Imperial Highness’s skills back then?” Wei Linxia said.
“Yes, Your Majesty speaks correctly,” Feng Shou replied with a smile.
“Enough,” Wei Linxia stopped him.
After applying the needles, she let Feng Shou help her to the rocking chair for a nap. She had just closed her eyes when Feng Shou said softly, “Your Majesty, they say the Emperor has restored the Right Minister’s position and will hold a grand wedding for the Princess and Imperial Son-in-law in a few days.”
“Oh? Really?” Wei Linxia opened her eyes, surprised. Had Wang Ling reported something, or had Xi Qi discovered something?
“Yes, absolutely true,” Feng Shou said.
“Well, tell the Princess that she’s getting married, should stop running around, and learn some proper etiquette in the palace,” Wei Linxia instructed.
“Oh, I remember. I know that Your Majesty has been hurt by Xi Qi these days and doesn’t want to hear about it, so I’ll wait until you’re ready to listen,” Xi Yaya said, clinging to Wei Linxia’s neck.
Weilinxia, relieved by Wang Ling’s reinstatement, sought to teach Xi Qi a lesson. Taking advantage of the good weather, she used a headache as an excuse to retreat to Qushui Yuntai Garden, located on the outskirts of the capital, to recuperate and avoid the imperial palace.
Qushui Yuntai, a typical Yan-style architecture with pavilions and towers surrounded by green water, felt like a secluded paradise. Weilinxia enjoyed it here but had only visited twice in the past ten years due to heavy court affairs.
As she sat by the water pavilion, watching pairs of mandarin ducks, Xi Linxuan’s face appeared in her mind. “If only you were here…” she thought. Ten years had passed, and she longed to lean into his embrace and sleep peacefully, waking up to his gaze.
