“Yuer, don’t be angry, okay? I didn’t mean to argue with you. Please don’t leave me,” he said with his eyes tightly closed, speaking urgently, as if having a nightmare, his breathing rapid and anxious.
Hearing these words, Yuer couldn’t help but feel heartache. Had she been too decisive in her rejection, not giving him room to think? Perhaps she hadn’t considered his feelings, especially as an emperor. To be devoted to only one person seemed difficult – even ordinary people had multiple wives, so how could an emperor love only one person?
“Yuer, don’t go, I don’t want you to leave. Do you know how much I love you? Please don’t make me regret for a lifetime!” Ming Lengchen shouted excitedly, slightly opening his eyes and seeing the lovely person before him – the same one from his dream!
“Yuer, is it really you? Am I dreaming?” Ming Lengchen said excitedly, supporting himself up.
“Don’t move, you seem to have a fever. Why haven’t you called the imperial physician?” Mei Siyu carefully supported him, speaking with concern. Although still slightly upset, especially after what she had seen, she couldn’t bear to be cold towards him. After all, the patient comes first – she wouldn’t be petty enough to argue with a sick person.
Ming Lengchen looked at her with deep, hawk-like eyes, wondering if he was dreaming. The usually principled Mei Siyu wasn’t angry with him today. Was she here to punish him for standing her up, or had she changed her approach to a gentler strategy? The thought made him nervous.
“Don’t doubt it. This time, I’ll spare you because you’re sick. Otherwise, I’d beat you up. Got it?” Mei Siyu said, noticing his confusion, with an unusually harsh tone.
“Yuer, don’t be so fierce. I’m a patient. Can’t you be gentler and comfort my wounded soul?” he whined, nestling into her embrace, making Mei Siyu laugh.
“Are you shameless? What wounded soul?” she laughed, gently wiping sweat from his forehead. Seeing his pale face and dry lips, she felt compassion. How could no one be taking care of the emperor?
“I deliberately sent everyone away,” he admitted.
“Why? Do you have self-destructive tendencies?” Mei Siyu asked, puzzled, and handed him some hot tea to soothe his dry lips.
