"That's irrelevant. You need to save him first!" Meng Wan waved her hand impatiently.
Hua Jiuye didn't know whether to be depressed or happy at this moment. He dared not call himself a divine doctor, but what he was doing now seemed to be truly useful.
He nodded and said, "Your Highness, please don't worry. His Highness has only caught a cold, and the sudden heat in his heart caused him to faint. I will prescribe medicine now. However, there is one more thing that I don't understand. Please enlighten me, Your Highness."
Meng Wan narrowed her eyes, unsure of what he was going to say. Seeing this, Hua Jiuye asked again, "Weren't you angry with the Prince? Why aren't you angry now?"
Meng Wan was clearly taken aback. She turned her head to look at the person sleeping soundly on the bed and sighed almost imperceptibly: "Being angry is one thing, but we can't just watch him get sick and do nothing about it!"
Hua Jiuye was immediately delighted, but she suppressed her smile, turned around, made a victory sign at the door, glanced at Meng Wan again, and then took her medicine box and went out.
Upon seeing this, Meng Wan, Huangfu Yu, and Xiao Yun'er turned their heads, exchanged a smile, and seemed unable to hide their joy: "Now there's no problem. We just need to wait for Hua Jiuye to give the antidote to my brother-in-law, and the two of them can reconcile."
Xiao Yun'er's smile is very similar to Meng Wan's, with her eyes crinkling into crescents, making her look very endearing. Huangfu Yu also found the girl quite amusing, and smiled along, teasingly saying, "Yes, as long as you don't let it slip, this matter will be considered settled."
"What do you mean I let it slip? How could I!" Xiao Yun'er immediately raised her chin defiantly: "Even if someone did let it slip, it was you or Hua Jiuye!"
His defiant look made Huangfu Yu chuckle and nod repeatedly: "Yes, yes, you won't let it slip, absolutely not!"
"That's more like it!" Xiao Yun'er pouted and laughed at herself. "But speaking of which, Hua Jiuye is really amazing. He can even concoct medicine that makes people look sick. I'll try it next time."
"Try it? Who should try it?" Huangfu Yu seemed puzzled by her sudden question: "Although Hua Jiuye said that the medicine is harmless to the body, it's still not a good idea to just let people try it on!"
He spoke with righteous indignation, his smile vanished, as if he were about to give Xiao Yun a serious lecture at any moment.
Seeing this, Xiao Yun'er was immediately at her wit's end and hurriedly waved her hands, saying, "It's nothing, it's nothing, I was just saying."
Huangfu Yu then smiled with satisfaction, glanced into the room again, and turned around, saying, "Just saying it casually is fine, but that medicine isn't anything good. Even if you want it, Hua Jiuye won't give it to you. Give up!"
With a casual remark, Xiao Yun'er suddenly swung her fist at him, a smile playing on her lips.
Watching Huangfu Yu's retreating figure, I couldn't help but sigh. The Fifth Prince is really smart, unlike some people who just know how to pester others. They are so annoying and irritating!
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Huangfu Mi fell ill for several days.
It was also because Huangfu Yu was afraid of being exposed that he specifically instructed Hua Jiuye to give Huangfu Mi the antidote in batches, which is why he always seemed sickly.
The three of them knew, but Meng Wan did not. She still thought Huangfu Mi was ill, so she not only moved him back to his bedchamber, but also took care of him personally every day.
Several days passed, and the weather suddenly became sunny and warm. On this day, Meng Wan fed him his medicine as usual and then read to him. Seeing his pale face devoid of color, lying there half asleep, she couldn't help but sigh.
Hua Jiuye said that besides catching a cold, a large part of the reason was that he was so angry that he couldn't think straight. It was probably because she was angry with him that he couldn't think straight.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh, took his hand and placed it on her chest, and said almost imperceptibly, "Huangfu Mi, please get better soon. At most, I'll forgive you and won't hold a grudge against you anymore, okay?"
The voice was slow, tinged with a hint of guilt and deep worry.
Logically speaking, even if someone is sick, they should feel better after taking medicine, but so many days have passed and there's still no improvement.
She sighed, gripped his hand tightly, leaned over the bed, and began to read aloud from her book.
She went back and forth just to avoid being so bored, otherwise she felt she would go crazy seeing him always sleeping like that, so she found something to do.
But what's the point of reading alone? The room was filled with the aroma of benzoin, which lingered in her mind. Perhaps it was because she had been taking care of him tirelessly for the past few days, but she was very tired at the moment. She lay there and fell asleep in no time.
She slept soundly, but in her dream, something seemed to be moving in front of her. She reached out to grab it, but instead, she grabbed a mischievous hand.
She hadn't opened her eyes yet, but the touch of her hand was extremely familiar; it was the same hand she had touched before falling asleep. Holding it in his hand now, he was startled and didn't even dare to open his eyes for a moment, afraid that this feeling might be a dream.
But when the force in his hand suddenly increased, he unconsciously pulled his hand back, forgetting the force he had used. With this exertion, Huangfu Mi let out a soft groan.
"Ouch..." Huangfu Mi gasped and sat up abruptly.
Meng Wan was clearly taken aback, then her eyes widened: "You...you're awake?"
It wasn't a dream; I was truly awake.
Huangfu Mi nodded, his head still a little dizzy. He struggled to sit up and looked at Meng Wan's joyful expression, somewhat bewildered: "What... happened to me?"
My memory is still stuck on that day when I fainted for some reason. After that, although I woke up several times in a daze, it was all like a dream, and I couldn't remember much.
Meng Wan hugged him tightly, saying, "It's alright, it's alright, Huangfu Mi, it's alright."
Warm tears fell onto Huangfu Mi's face, making him even more bewildered. But that wasn't the point. The point was that he not only saw Meng Wan, but she was also crying for him.
"Wan'er, have you forgiven me?" he asked.
Meng Wan was clearly taken aback, and her face stiffened.
If Huangfu Mi hadn't brought it up, he would have almost forgotten that the two of them were still in a cold war. Now that she was actually taking the initiative to make amends with him, how embarrassing!
She quickly coughed lightly and pulled her hand away from his: "What forgiveness? Who said I forgave you!"
"Wan'er..." Huangfu Mi frowned, looking at her quietly, his eyes brimming with emotion.
Under that gaze, Meng Wan's hand tightened involuntarily. Looking at Huangfu Mi, she couldn't utter any harsh words.
She bit her lip and after a long while, she finally spoke: "Never mind, I'll just consider it as me forgiving you."
"Really?" Upon hearing this, Huangfu Mi was overjoyed, and a smile immediately appeared on her face, like a child seeing their favorite candy.
Seeing this, Meng Wan's anger subsided. She simply mimicked his gesture and tapped him on the forehead, saying, "Yes, yes, but this is the only time. Don't let it happen again!"
Huangfu Mi was immediately overjoyed and hugged Meng Wan tightly.
Strangely, they had just recovered from their illness, yet they felt no weakness whatsoever. However, at that moment, no one paid attention to this; they simply embraced each other, their hearts filled with joy.