The Beauties of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 89

As she vaguely thought about it, she gradually drifted off to sleep. In her daze, she seemed to feel a warm, large hand wiping away the tear stains left at the corners of her eyes, then lingering on her face with affection...

Her heart found peace in that instant, and with a faint smile, she sank into a deeper dream, hoping she wouldn't wake up too soon...

Wanlan was shaken awake by Xuan'er. She opened her eyes groggily and looked at the worried maidservant beside her bed. She sat up stiffly, and before she could ask anything, Xuan'er complained as she straightened her clothes:

"Why didn't you take off your outer garment before going to sleep, Madam? Sleeping in your outer garment is tiring. Is your body stiff now?" She paused and then added, "What on earth did Su Li do? Why didn't he help Madam to rest?"

The room was dimly lit. Wanlan rubbed her still somewhat heavy head and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's already past 5:45 PM. Madam must be starving. Get up and have something to eat."

"It's so late?"

Rubbing her head, Wanlan walked towards the door. Looking at the dimly lit and silent courtyard, she looked up at the crescent moon in the sky and wondered in a daze what day of the month it was.

"Where is the Prince of Yan?" He didn't even bother her.

"...He took Xiao Luzi out."

Xuan'er seemed to hesitate for a moment when she said this. Wanlan felt something was strange and turned to look at her. Before she could speak, she heard her say, "Su Li went to heat up the dishes. I'll have her bring them to the room. Madam, please drink your medicine first."

Wanlan paused for a moment, "Medicine?"

"Hmm." Xuan'er pointed to the porcelain bowl on the table. "An Tai medicine. The doctor said you have to drink it every day. Yesterday, the Prince of Yan kept bothering the lady, so we didn't dare to serve you the medicine in front of him. You must drink it today."

Wanlan suddenly realized, and gave a self-deprecating laugh, "I almost forgot about that." Then, remembering something, she glanced at Xuan'er, "How come I don't remember you bringing those medicines?" They left in a hurry, didn't they?

Xuan'er remained silent for a while before replying, "Madam just didn't notice. I brought the medicine in my bundle."

I feel like something's wrong.

Tilting her head to examine the calm-faced girl in front of her, Wanlan almost habitually smiled, walked to the table, picked up the drink and drank it down in one gulp. However, the bitter taste made her shiver violently, and then something seemed to surge up from her throat. She covered her mouth and rushed out the door, leaning against the pillar under the corridor and vomiting uncontrollably.

During the day, I was still thinking that she showed no signs of morning sickness at all, but I didn't expect that one bowl of medicine would ruin everything.

This is a pregnancy-preserving medicine; you can't skip taking it...

Thinking this, that chilling bitterness surged into her mouth again, leaving her feeling utterly weak. She clung to the large pillar beside her, completely exhausted.

"Ugh—" Oh no! She didn't want to live such a painful life in the future.

"lady!"

Xuan'er rushed to her side and helped her as she slid down. "Madam! Are you alright?"

"Xuan... Xuan'er... Ugh!"

"lady!"

"Ugh...cough cough! Give me, give me that glass of water..."

Xuan'er ran back to her room in a panic, poured herself a cup of tea, and rushed out again. She brought the tea to Wanlan's lips, who was sitting weakly on the ground, and asked, "Madam, will you feel better if you drink some tea?"

After rinsing her mouth clean, Wanlan closed her eyes and leaned against a pillar in the corridor, saying softly, "Xuan'er, let's go back to Xingyang."

Xuan'er stared at her blankly, unsure of what to say.

How are they going to get back to Xingyang now? Perhaps Master... will send Madam back again...

"Let's go back to Xingyang tomorrow, Xuan'er, go pack your things." She didn't want to stay here any longer. She missed Zehua, she missed his voice, she missed his worried and gentle expression when he was concerned about her. She was so sad now...

Xuan'er silently placed the medicine on the ground, bent down to help her up, and said softly, "Madam, please go back to bed and lie down first. You can eat something later. There's no rush to pack your things."

Wanlan let Xuan'er help her into the house. As she lay down with her eyes closed, she suddenly asked, "Xuan'er, who came today?"

The person she vaguely sensed before falling asleep... could it be her imagination?

Xuan'er paused in covering her with the blanket, then resumed her work. "Madam, no one has come today. It was only His Highness Prince Yan who took Xiao Luzi out, and they haven't returned yet."

Wanlan opened her eyes and looked at her quietly. "Xuan'er, what did you do today?"

"Madam, I'm going to buy groceries—"

"That pregnancy-preserving medicine wasn't brought at all!" Wanlan interrupted her coldly, propping herself up to sit up. "Tell me, did you go back to Xingyang to get it, or did the Prince send it over? Why didn't you serve me today and instead let the Prince of Yan drag you out?"

"lady……"

"He's here, isn't he?"

“Madam…” Xuan’er stood up in a panic, twisting her hands anxiously.

Wanlan got out of bed and stood in front of her, staring at her without blinking, and said, word by word, "Is...not...is it?"

Wanlan responded with a deep sigh.

She suddenly looked up and glared at the figure standing in the doorway, her face turning deathly pale as she burst into tears.

Before she saw him, she was overwhelmed with longing, but now that he was standing in front of her, a bitter feeling of grievance suddenly welled up in her heart, making her want to turn around and run away.

This guy is so difficult to deal with...when did he become so cruel?

How could he abandon her without considering her feelings for the sake of his elder brother?

"Wanlan..." She took a step back and leaned against the bedpost, crying out, "Don't come any closer!" She missed him terribly, but she was truly heartbroken right now. Her head throbbed terribly, her heart ached terribly, and—

"vomit……"

A sudden wave of nausea made her weakly prop herself up on the edge of the bed and dry heave. Her legs went limp, but the man who rushed up to her pulled her into his arms. The familiar warmth made her tears fall even faster, and she struggled fiercely in his embrace—