Transmigrated Empresses (Male and Female)

Chapter 221

Forgetting she was wearing women's clothing, forgetting the inconvenience of serving, she tried to run, but as soon as she lifted her leg, she fell flat on her face: "Ooh-ooh-ooh-!" It hurt.

What was beneath me? It was cold. I touched it and immediately passed out.

...

This little incident caused Chouqian to give up the highest realm of ancestor worship.

"Ziyi, you can't read while lying down." I straightened up. Chouqian has requisitioned the bedroom as his office.

"Ziyi, you can't stuff all the sunflower seeds in your mouth."

Upon hearing this, I casually threw the sunflower seeds on the ground, refusing to eat them anymore. In the past, Zimo and my mother would always pack the sunflower seeds for me.

"Ziyi, you're slumped over the table again."

I looked up impatiently: "Are you working or reading?"

He calmly buried himself in his work, I glared at him, and continued reading.

How am I supposed to escape? Dig a tunnel? No way.

Sneaking away? I'm not stupid enough to pretend that Chouqian and Lü'er don't exist.

Flying is impossible, but there are no airplanes. My grand plan to save the country and capture the demon are still waiting for me. I need to think of a way, I absolutely must find a way to make him beg me to leave.

"Master, someone is here."

Chouqian put his things down and went out, while I lay down to read. I used the scrap paper he had written on to wipe my nose.

"...Sikong, I think it's eleven."

"She is fine and does not need to be visited."

"It wouldn't be wrong for me to meet her, since she's my sister."

"Since you know she's your sister, you shouldn't have come to visit."

“Sikong, Aunt Fifteen misses her very much. You should know how important Aunt Fifteen is to her.”

“Let her do it herself, or I’ll tell him about Ziyi’s life.”

“Sikong!--” Chouqian turned around with his back to Zimo: “If you want to blame someone, blame Qianqing. Ask him what good deeds he did.”

"What does this have to do with the Emperor?" Zi Mo asked, puzzled. He was here to see the Eleventh Prince; what did it have to do with the Emperor?

"Didn't he say? Ask him first, then come back." Sikong turned and left.

Zi Mo stood outside the door. He seemed to know but didn't want to know. Zi Mo looked at the door and called out the name he longed for, "Eleven!" He wanted to call out in vain, to make him feel that Eleven was still by his side.

...I lay in bed, stopped going out of the room, ate less, and got more fresh air.

Drink less water, exercise more, I must get sick.

Finally—heaven rewards those who persevere, I fell ill with a persistent high fever and a persistent cough. Each time, I would secretly pour the medicine I was taking into a cotton ball and hide it well.

Chouqian comes to keep me company after court, and he comes back earlier and earlier each time. I don't know what's wrong with me. Watching him get worse makes his condition seem to worsen, and even when he takes medicine, it doesn't help.

That's perfect. Pretending to be sick won't escape Chou Qian's notice; he has to be genuinely sick, and seriously so.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!" My head feels so heavy; I must be delirious from the fever.

"Yi, how are you feeling?"

"Okay." The voice echoed the aridity of the desert.

"Cough! Cough!" Chouqian sat on the edge of the bed and patted my back. "The medicine is fine, so why is it getting worse?"

When you're in a bad mood, of course it hurts.

"Wait a moment, I'll go get the medicine."

Ugly Qian came out, and I was speechless as I looked at the ceiling of the bed. He still wants to eat, seven or eight times a day. Do you think I'm a sow?

Chouqian brought over the medicine and personally fed it to me.

But after only two sips, his nose started bleeding again.

Chou Qian hurriedly put down the bowl and cup and tried to stop the bleeding. "How could this happen? It's just a cold."

I ate chili peppers all night, waiting for this moment. "Chouqian... my head hurts." I'll find the most difficult-to-interpret part for you, let's see how you react.

After Chou Qian helped me stop the bleeding, he took my pulse. His brows were furrowed, a furrow that hadn't eased since I fell ill.

"That shouldn't be the case."

"My head hurts." I hugged my head and huddled under the covers, pretending to be pitiful.

Chou Qian became even more anxious. "Uncle Zhong! Come in!"

"What is it, Master?"

"Call all the doctors in the family!"

"yes."

Should we have a group consultation? I gritted my teeth and, when he wasn't looking, put the hidden mold in my mouth, hoping it would work, even if it seemed hopeless.

In a short while, a large number of people gathered.