Ji Wushang comforted Huangfu Jun'an and then had Hongfei take him down to sleep.
Ji Wushang sat in the courtyard, doing nothing but looking towards the gate.
She was waiting, waiting for Tuoba Heyan to come down from court.
As the sun was about to set, Tuoba Heyan walked in from outside. As soon as he entered, he saw Ji Wushang sitting there, staring blankly at the courtyard gate.
He stepped forward and asked, "Princess Wushang, what makes you look around like that?"
"Greetings, Your Majesty." Ji Wushang snapped out of his reverie, rose, and bowed.
"No need for formalities." Tuoba Heyan sat down beside her, facing her, and looked at her. "What is it?"
“I’ve been waiting for you.” Ji Wushang looked at him. “I heard you were injured.”
"You care about me, Your Majesty." Tuoba Heyan smiled, as if he were bathed in a spring breeze, feeling so comfortable!
"Hold out your hand." Ji Wushang looked at him seriously, as if he were seeing Nan Xuzong in front of him. He had a roguish air about him and was playing a little game with him.
Tuoba Heyan smiled and said, "You've forgotten that I am a doctor, and my medical skills are far superior to yours."
“But what I remember is that you never take care of yourself.” Ji Wushang looked at him. “Cong, please don’t push yourself. You used to hide things from me because you were afraid I would worry or be frightened. But I don’t want you to hide things from me anymore. I want to share with you, understand?”
Tuoba Heyan was stunned. All the excitement and heart-fluttering she had felt just moments before seemed to have vanished. All she could remember was her deceased husband.
What am I to you?
Tuoba Heyan trembled again. "My illness is none of your concern. You just need to take care of yourself." His tone turned cold. Ji Wushang was a little confused, pursed her lips, and bit them, remaining silent.
After a long while, looking at his sullen face and his icy aura, she realized that this man was jealous of her past self. He was still as easily jealous as ever, and his possessiveness was unusually strong.
Ji Wushang sighed and said softly, "Yan."
Tuoba Heyan froze, completely stunned. What had he just heard? Yan? He'd heard her call out his name! His name, Yan!
"I am here!" Tuoba Heyan immediately grasped her shoulders with both hands. "You, you just called my name, Yan?"
Ji Wushang looked at him, not knowing what expression or reaction to give him. He... was like a child, just like before.
Ji Wushang smiled.
"How is your illness?" Ji Wushang asked, looking at him.
"Ah, that's a minor ailment! It's something I developed three years ago, it'll definitely get better, don't worry." Tuoba Heyan smiled, feeling extremely pleased.
Ji Wushang covered his mouth and chuckled. He was his own Cong, and only he would be so foolish. After receiving his affirmation, he immediately forgot everything and blurted out whatever he was saying.
Yet he was so wise; even when he spoke, he only spoke selectively, making it sometimes impossible for me to understand him.
“Three years ago, what exactly happened three years ago?” Ji Wushang looked at him. “I heard from others that Tuoba Heyan fell into a deep pool because of a horse incident, and after waking up, he was quite different.”
"That is indeed the case." Tuoba Heyan said in a deep voice, then looked at Ji Wushang, "I am investigating what exactly happened."
"Hmm." Ji Wushang nodded. He had been thinking about telling him some stories from the past, but every time he did, he was extremely resistant... so he decided to leave it at that for now.
Ji Wushang struggled to sit up, and Tuoba Heyan immediately helped her sit up properly. "What's wrong?"
Ji Wushang shook his head, then took his left hand, glanced into his eyes, and immediately checked his pulse.
Tuoba Heyan was taken aback; so that's what it was about. He tried to pull his hand away, but Ji Wushang held onto it and glared at him with a warning, "If you move, I won't talk to you anymore."
Um… Tuoba Heyan looked at her, helplessly letting Ji Wushang sway him. It seemed he, Tuoba Heyan, was completely under her thumb? But this feeling seemed so familiar, and he felt so at ease!
Ji Wushang frowned slightly. She put down Tuoba Heyan's hand and looked at him. "With such a serious injury, how can you say you're fine? Do you think I don't know?"
"Hmm?" Tuoba Heyan looked at her. She cared about him so much!
By the time he realized what was happening, Ji Wushang seemed about to get out of bed, but he grabbed him and pressed him down. "What's wrong?"
“I can use silver needles to help relieve your pain.” Ji Wushang reached out to touch his body, but then thought for a moment, “You’ve taken all my silver needles.”
Her face immediately turned red.
Tuoba Heyan then remembered that in the bath, she had ambushed him by inserting silver needles into the side of his neck, numbing his nerves and rendering him unable to move.
Ji Wushang looked at him sheepishly, but he had really scared himself back then, and besides, he had treated him very badly afterwards. Ah well, it's all in the past!
"I will recover soon, don't worry." Tuoba Heyan smiled. "I can't bear to die, I can't bear to leave you."
Ji Wushang remained silent. Nan Xuzong had also been reluctant to part with him, but in the end, he still left him.
Ji Wushang lowered his eyes. "I only believe that you will truly stay by my side, never leaving me. Even if you forget the past, I will try my best to make you remember." Ji Wushang understood. "You will definitely remember."
Tuoba Heyan remained silent, stood up, and said, "You should rest for a while. I will come to see you again tonight." He then turned to leave.
But a voice came from behind, saying, "That robe was sewn for you." To be precise, it was for Nan Xuzong.
Ji Wushang looked at him, and he turned around as expected, a look of surprise flashing across his face. He thought it was for Beigong Minhao, which was why he said those things and tried to force her. He was really furious at that time!
"Is it true?" Tuoba Heyan looked at her.
Ji Wushang coughed lightly twice, and Tuoba Heyan immediately stepped forward to help her. Ji Wushang pushed him away slightly, saying, "I'll find you a robe. I don't know if you've lost weight or gained weight, so I made this robe according to your old measurements." With that, Ji Wushang got out of bed, found a wardrobe, and took out the white robe. She smiled at the robe, then turned to Tuoba Heyan, "Would you like to try it on?"
Tuoba Heyan looked at her expression; her face was still somewhat pale, but she was smiling happily.
Tuoba Heyan reached out and pulled Ji Wushang into his arms. "I, I am truly sorry..."
Ji Wushang pouted, but suppressed the bitterness in her heart. She turned around in his arms, still holding the newly made robe in her hand, "Try it on."
Tuoba Heyan nodded immediately. He released her, took off the robe he had been wearing, and stood there. Ji Wushang stepped forward. She stood on tiptoe, but still couldn't reach his shoulder. He bent his leg slightly so she could reach him.
A bitter feeling welled up in Ji Wushang's heart. "Three years ago, in the Moxuan Garden, I helped you take off your robe, and you did the same, bending your knees, and then I helped you put it on. Three years later, in this Miluo Palace, I still help you take off your robe..." Tears fell from Ji Wushang's eyes.
Tuoba Heyan put on the robe and looked at her with tears streaming down her face. He felt a pang of pity. "Don't cry, Wushang, please don't cry."
Ji Wushang wiped away her tears and then looked at him.
He stroked her forehead, then helped wipe away her tears before taking a serious look at his robe.
It fits perfectly. Thirty-six stitches, warm and full of love. Tuoba Heyan held the stitches in his hand, and a familiar feeling welled up again. He looked at Ji Wushang, who was also looking up at him. She looked into his eyes and said, "I was thinking that sometimes you feel a sense of familiarity, and you should have some past events in your mind, but you can't quite grasp them."
“Yes, it really is, Wu Shang…” Tuoba Heyan looked at her, “I, I probably really have forgotten something… But what I do know is that I love you, I love you so deeply.” He looked at her and finally changed how he addressed himself.
Ji Wushang threw herself into his arms, "Cong! Remember quickly, remember our past!"
Tuoba Heyan sighed inwardly and pulled her tightly into his arms. "I will."
Ji Wushang sobbed softly, but these were tears of joy, tears of happiness.
Tuoba Heyan picked her up, then carried her to the bed and covered her with a brocade quilt. "I will come to see you again tonight. I have some things to take care of now."
"Mm." Ji Wushang nodded.
Watching him leave, Ji Wushang lay on the bed, his mind already wandering freely.
By the way, how is Bei Gongminhao? Did he leave Qingzhao? How are his injuries? Ji Wushang only now began to worry. Back then, Tuoba Heyan had practically crippled him, his attack was no less ruthless than taking his life.
I should ask him myself, after all, Beigong Minhao was really harmed by me.
Ji Wushang got out of bed, went outside, and called Hong Fei over.
In the magnificent mansion, a man lay quietly on the bed. He was handsome and tall, but his face was pale due to his injuries.
Bei Gong Jueshi knocked on the door from the outside and then came in. He went up to Bei Gong Minhao, who was lying on the bed, and sat down. He checked his pulse and immediately helped him sit up on the bed. He also took off his shoes and sat on the bed to treat him.
Three years ago, after the battle between the Great Xia Zhou Dynasty and the Western Regions, they believed that Yi Yun Shangcheng was doomed. Meanwhile, Bei Gong Jue Shi and Yi Yun Muchen were on Wudang Mountain. Slowly, Bei Gong Jue Shi regained his senses and did his best to take care of Yi Yun Muchen for the rest of his life. They spent three years on Wudang Mountain, only occasionally coming down to visit Bei Gong Min Hao.
In the vast Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, the three princesses who originally belonged to the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion have all married, and the old Zhenbei Prince and the old Zhenbei Princess have chosen to live in a quiet place in the suburbs. Only Beigong Minhao remains.
This time, it was because Bei Gong Minhao was seriously injured that Gong Shu was afraid that his life was in danger. After thinking it over, he came to find Bei Gong Jueshi.
Endless light surrounded the two of them. After a long while, Beigong Minhao coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the side. Beigong Jueshi immediately got out of bed, helped Beigong Minhao lie back down on the bed, and covered him with a blanket.
"Brother," Bei Gong Jue Shi called out.
Beigong Minhao took a few deep breaths before opening his eyes and looking at Beigong Jueshi, "You've arrived."
“Yes, Gong Shu told us. You took too much risk, actually going to Qingzhao for her.” Bei Gong Jue Shi frowned.
“I’m fine,” Beigong Minhao said. “It’s just a pity, it’s just a pity, she’s so miserable, so miserable.” As he spoke, a tear welled up in his eyes.
“Brother, why are you so stubborn? She will never belong to you. Brother, why not find a woman of equal social standing and marry her?” Bei Gong Jue Shi looked at him. “Father told me to persuade you.”
“I’ve already made room for her, how can I make room for other women? It’s not like I haven’t married other women before. You should know how I treated them. I don’t want to waste other women’s youth.” Bei Gongminhao sighed. “I know she doesn’t belong to me, but I’m content just watching her. I don’t need to ask for too much.”
"You're so stubborn." Bei Gong Jue Shi snorted coldly. "I really don't understand, is that woman really that good?"
“She is worthy of my love.” Beigong Minhao smiled.
"So much love that they'd risk their lives." Bei Gong Jue Shi shook his head.
Bei Gongminhao closed his eyes. "You, Mu Chen, and Lou'er should go back up the mountain!"
"Then take good care of yourself." Bei Gong Jue Shi nodded. "Brother, how about trying to let her go?"
"I won't let go." Those two simple words were gradually carried away by the wind. There was no way they could reach her ears.
Ji Wushang was in the inner room, holding Huangfu Jun'an in his arms, feeding him while talking to him.
"Mom, why does Uncle keep coming here so often lately? He even stays in your room, so Nianlang doesn't have time to play with you." Huangfu Jun'an pouted, clearly being coquettish, complaining that Tuoba Heyan had monopolized Ji Wushang.
Ji Wushang smiled. Tuoba Heyan was his father! Similarly, their possessiveness was equally strong.
Ji Wushang scooped a spoonful of rice and put it to Huangfu Jun'an's lips. "Come on, have another bite. If you eat it, Mom will tell you why, okay?"
Huangfu Jun'an nodded immediately and quickly ate the mouthful of rice. "Mother, you can speak. Nianlang is listening." He spoke while chewing the rice.
Ji Wushang put down the bowl and then wiped the rice grains from the corner of his mouth. "Because, Uncle is the king. He can go wherever he wants, and Mother can't stop him."
"Is that so?" Huangfu Jun'an looked at Ji Wushang. "Then, why doesn't he go to other palaces? He only likes to run to our Mi Luo Palace. It doesn't make sense!" Huangfu Jun'an said, pursing his lips, and then looked at Ji Wushang expectantly.
Ji Wushang was speechless for a moment. How could he say it? He himself didn't really understand why. Maybe, he really had fallen in love with him? He had said it before.
After all, he still has some of Nan Xuzong's traits, doesn't he?
But can I tell Huangfu Jun'an this? Ji Wushang smiled and stroked Huangfu Jun'an's little face. "You'll have to ask that uncle about this. I don't know why either!" Ji Wushang cleaned the dirt in front of him and then asked a palace maid to change the handkerchief.
Ji Wushang picked Huangfu Jun'an up again and placed him on his lap. "Okay, stretch out your hand. Has Nianlang had a relapse recently?"
Huangfu Jun'an shook her head, "Mother, don't worry, Nianlang hasn't had a relapse!" Huangfu Jun'an smiled and stepped forward to kiss Ji Wushang.
Ji Wushang grinned and said, "From now on, you can't just kiss me like that, understand?"
"Why?" Huangfu Jun'an scratched his head. "Nianlang used to have the same face like this, hehe." He then smiled at Ji Wushang.
“Because Nianlang is growing up. If he still acts like this, people will laugh at him.” Ji Wushang held his little hand, and sure enough, his pulse was normal. Those fragrant herbs are truly a wonderful thing.
“Let them laugh at us! Nianlang doesn’t care!” Huangfu Jun’an immediately said.