Young Prime Minister, a Hermit

Chapter 63

What lies hidden in those unique brown eyes? I asked myself, Zimo, would you tell me what secrets you hold deep in your heart?

“Galan…” I’ve never kept any secrets from Zimo. He knows everything I’m thinking. So, when he suddenly called my name, the light in his brown eyes flashed like lightning, but then faded away. He said in a deep voice, “Galan… I’m sorry…”

"Am I sorry?" I closed my eyes, unwilling to say anything more. Just then, the door opened. I opened my eyes and met Yi Han's cold and haggard face. For some reason, a wave of bittersweet warmth welled up in my chest. I only remembered that he was in my dreams. No matter how painful the scene, how desperate the moment, he was always there in my dreams, as if the air around me was gently enveloping me, warming my heart.

When he saw me, his eyes flashed with joy. He put down his things and rushed to my side to help me up, saying, "Young master, you're awake?" However, being so close that our eyes met, he seemed to think of something, his face turned red, and his body stiffened. His hand on me hesitated, as if he wanted to let go, which was very strange.

I gave a weak smile and asked, "Where is Yunyan? Did the Emperor release her?"

Yi Han nodded and said, "Madam returned a few days ago. She was too tired after giving the young master acupuncture the day before yesterday and is still resting now."

I nodded, "That's good." Yi Han brought over a bowl of congee. I forced myself to drink a few mouthfuls, but my stomach churned, so I shook my head and refused to drink anymore. Yi Han didn't force me. He took out a crystal-clear, emerald-green pill from his pocket and fed it to me. My chest immediately felt refreshed, and even the feeling of tightness in my chest lessened.

Yi Han helped me lie down, gently smoothed my hair, and tucked me in, saying, "Madam said she knows you don't like bitter medicine, so she made it into pills so you won't forget to take them every day."

I smiled and said, "Yunyan really understands me too well... By the way, is Han Jingyuan still there? Once Yunyan wakes up, let her cure him of the poison and let him go." After thinking for a moment, I asked, "How am I feeling right now?"

Yi Han nodded in agreement, and then replied, "Madam said that she is fine now and will be alright after three days of rest. However, she will probably be a bit weaker than before, and her heart meridian is severely damaged. These things cannot be rushed; she will need to recuperate for at least a few years."

I nodded, not paying much attention, as I was already feeling a bit drowsy from the effects of the medicine. I whispered, "Yihan, if Yang Yi comes, let him in, but you must have Yunyan tell him that I haven't recovered yet and it's absolutely impossible for us to get married in the near future."

"What does the young master mean...?"

I squinted, sleepiness slowly enveloping me. I mumbled, "Let's postpone it as long as we can. We'll deal with the rest later..."

In the dim light, I heard that familiar double voice softly saying somewhere in the empty space: "Galan... one day, you will no longer need me... one day, you will turn back..."

Xiao Yi

2007.9.14 23:44

Chapter 43: A Narrow Escape (End)

Okay, that's all posted. I'm staying at a hotel tomorrow and won't be back, so there won't be any updates...

The article's claim that their young master had been unconscious for over ten days referred to the servants. However, in reality, Lin Yu was initially conscious; he simply refused medical treatment, which is why Yi Han made that claim. Therefore, he was originally trying to return, but his condition worsened and he fell into a coma, preventing him from doing so…

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Chapter 44 Suspicion and Uncertainty

Chapter 44 Suspicion and Uncertainty

To my surprise, Yang Yi came to see me personally the very day I sent out the news of my awakening. Moreover, he made no further mention of the marriage to the princess, which puzzled me greatly.

I was still lying in bed, struggling to get up to pay my respects. Yang Yi quickly stopped me, reaching out to press me back onto the bed, but Yi Han's outstretched hand blocked his way. A strong killing intent flashed in his eyes, though only for a moment, I saw it clearly, and my brows furrowed involuntarily.

Yi Han took a cushion and placed it behind my back, then covered me tightly with the brocade quilt before standing up to the side. Yang Yi looked at him coldly and said, "I have something to say to your master. You may leave now."

Yi Han remained motionless, his expression unchanged, but his icy eyes were so sharp they chilled Yang Yi to the bone, causing him to tremble involuntarily. I took Yi Han's hand in mine; his palm was cool and calloused. I couldn't help but gently rub my thumb against the calluses, feeling his body stiffen slightly. I coughed lightly, masking my laughter, and said, "Yi Han, this is an imperial order. You may leave now."

He then slowly withdrew his hand, turned and left, without offering Yang Yi any greeting as he departed.

Yang Yi stared intently at me. I looked back at him and said calmly, "Your Majesty, you can speak now."

Yang Yi's thick eyebrows were furrowed. He was not handsome, but his features were sharply defined as if carved by a knife and axe. However, years of pampered life had given him a touch of elegance, and together he had a kind of masculine heroism and imperial grace mixed together.

He walked to my bedside, but instead of sitting on the mahogany chair beside it, he sat down right next to me. His tiger-like eyes gazed intently at me, probing and scrutinizing me with a deep intensity, yet remaining expressionless. Suddenly, he glanced at the pear and white fungus porridge on the bedside table, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "Has my arrival disturbed your meal?"

I followed his gaze and nodded. I was a little hungry; Yihan had brought lunch. But the Emperor was more important than lunch, so I had no choice but to endure my hunger and serve my benefactor first.

Yang Yi reached out and brought over the bowl of porridge. His smile was gentle and warm, which softened the murderous aura on his face. But I found it strange, and my relaxed brows furrowed again.

He scooped a spoonful and brought it to my lips, his movements somewhat clumsy, clearly not someone he did often. I frowned at the congee placed before me, but couldn't muster even the slightest appetite. My gaze shifted upwards to meet Zi Mo's, who was suspended in mid-air, both of us exchanging expressions of surprise and disbelief.

"What, aren't you hungry?" Yang Yi's low voice sounded beside my ear, the soup spoon pressed against my lips, and I could clearly smell the fragrant aroma. I had no choice but to speak, silently drinking the porridge and swallowing. Seeing that he was about to scoop a second spoonful, I quickly reached out and said, "I dare not trouble Your Majesty, I will do it myself."

"Lin Yu." Yang Yi grasped my outstretched hand in return. An unusual warmth spread from my fingertips throughout my body, making me shiver. I tried to pull away, but he held on even tighter. His deep blue eyes were fixed on me: "Lin Yu, do you still remember what you used to call me back in the Third Prince's residence?"

My suspicions deepened, but I forced myself to remain calm and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I don't remember much about what happened back then."

“You may not remember, but I remember it perfectly.” Yang Yi tightened his grip on my hand, but instead of pulling me toward him, he suddenly moved closer to me himself. “Call me Yuanzhi.”

I leaned back slightly to avoid his hot breath so close to my face, and said solemnly, "Your Majesty, there is a distinction between ruler and subject. How dare I mention Your Majesty's name?"

Ignoring his fierce eyes fixed on me, I struggled to pull my hand away. A red mark appeared on my fair, jade-like wrist, a testament to the force he had used. In the struggle, the bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a loud bang and shattered. The pear and white fungus porridge spilled from his waist all the way down to his pale yellow shoes with a subtle gold dragon pattern.

I was stunned. I saw his thick eyebrows furrowed tightly, and his eyes filled with murderous intent born of anger and embarrassment. I didn't care that I was wearing white satin. I leaned over and used my sleeve to wipe him off haphazardly, while repeatedly saying, "Your Majesty, please forgive me, I didn't mean it!"

A low laugh came from above. Before I could even look up, I felt a pair of hands wrap around my shoulders and back, holding me tightly. My whole body stiffened abruptly, and the fear in my heart was beyond words. I felt as if thorny rose stems were pulling at my body, a sensation that was neither painful nor itchy, but so uncomfortable that I wanted to bang my head against the wall.

Zi Mo sighed and said, "It seems that Yang Yi still doubts your identity as a woman."

I clenched my fists, trying to push him away, but his grip tightened, and his deep voice kept calling Lin Yu's name. I panicked and almost punched him in the face, but the door opened at that moment.

I looked up and saw Yi Han's cold expression and chilling eyes, the dark green light flickering like neon lights in the dark night. Yang Yi then released me, his murderous gaze sweeping over Yi Han, and coldly said, "Insolence! Did I say you could come in?"

Yi Han lowered his eyes, as if to hide something, and bowed slightly, saying, "Young Master, Young Master Han has come to bid you farewell, and he is right outside the door."

I nodded quickly and said, "Let him rest in the room next door for a while, I'll see him later." After saying that, I turned my gaze to Yang Yi and said with a sincere apology, "Your Majesty, I am not feeling well today and have neglected Your Majesty."

Yang Yi's stiff expression softened, and he smiled gently, "Lin Yu, you're too kind. Since it's due to your physical discomfort, how could I blame you? Alright, I'll head back to the palace now. You should get some rest too."

I nodded repeatedly and said, "Your Majesty, I respectfully see you off." I couldn't wait for him to leave. But then I saw him turn around suddenly, a deep smile on his face. He leaned closer to me and said in a deep voice, "Lin Yu, I know you don't want to marry the princess. So I have specially drafted another decree to give me a way out. You absolutely cannot refuse again."

I was startled and about to ask what the decree was when I saw him flick his hand, turn around, and leave quickly. Just before he left the room, he paused for a moment. I couldn't see his gaze, but I clearly saw the icy coldness in Yi Han's eyes.

Only when his footsteps finally faded away, and the sounds of the Emperor's departure could be heard outside, did I finally relax completely. Looking at the stains on the quilt, I couldn't help but sigh deeply.