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Chapter 139 A Good Sign

This day, Yu Wenhao sent Yuan Qingling to Yu Wenhuai’s Residence with Gu Si.

Gu Si sneered at their intimacy. “It looks like I won’t have to pick up Yuan Qingling tonight,” he said

coolly.

“Yes. I’ll do it. You can go and work on your business,” Yu Wenhao said.

Gu Si was glad to have a rest. Anyway, it was not decent of him to show up with such a scarred face.

He might as well stay somewhere else.

Yuan Qingling and Yu Wenhao got off the carriage and went along inside.

Yu Wenhao exhorted her carefully, “You must take a break today. There are many wings here. You can

ask someone to prepare one for you and you should take a nap for at least two or four hours. Okay?”

“OK. You’ve been saying all the way.” Yuan Qingling looked at him resignedly.

“Fine, I will say no more. Just keep these in your mind.” He smiled and did find himself a little wordy.

Prince Wenhuai was surprised to see them both come as he hadn’t seen them turn up at the same time

for a few days. The last time when they were here, they had a big quarrel. And since then, Yuan

Qingling had been upset and short-spoken.

Yu Wenhao took the initiative in asking Yuan Qingling for a mask. She passed on to him and said,

“There will be no need to wear a mask a few days later. Because the infectivity will be decrease to be

negligible after half a month.”

Yu Wenhao was happy. “Does it mean Wenhuai is getting well?”

“He still needs treatment and ought to take medicine for at least six months.” Yuan Qingling took out

her stethoscope to check Yu Wenhuai’s condition.

“Even if I will die six months later, it’s worthy,” Yu Wenhuai said and lifted his clothes up. After doing it

repeatedly, he was familiar with the process now.

“Bullshit!” Yu Wenhao scolded him seriously.

Ms. Lu came in with a smile. “He deserves it. He’s talking nonsense all day.”

Seeing her, Yu Wenhao stood up instantly. “Your Grace.”

Ms. Lu looked at him smilingly and delightedly. “It’s quite nice of you to spare time to see Wenhuai.”

“Just dropping by.” He cast a glance at Yuan Qingling with a great smile.

“You can go. And no need to pick me up too early this evening,” she urged him.

“Fine. I’m leaving.”

Yu Wenhao went to her and wanted to give her a kiss. But Ms. Lu and Prince Wenhuai were present,

so he could only rub her wrist. She raised her eyes, grinning at him and watched him go.

Ms. Lu looked at Yuan Qingling and said, “I’m glad to see you get along well. Wenhao is nice to you.”

Yuan Qingling felt really tired today but she was also very happy. Thinking of last night, she blushed

and whispered, “Yeah. He’s nice to me.”

Prince Wenhuai sighed and said, “When I am better, I shall marry a princess.”

“That would be better. I am so desperate for a grandson.” Ms. Lu laughed and put on a mask. She sat

by him and inquired, “How did you feel last night? Still much cough?”

“Not anymore,” he answered.

She was ecstatic and asked Yuan Qingling, “He’s well now?”

“Almost. He’s out of danger but needs to keep taking medicine. ”

“Good! Good!” Ms. Lu was finally relieved.

Prince Wenhuai told her, “Mother, you’ve heard that. I’m fine now. You should go back early and stay

with Father.”

“He doesn’t need me but you need me. You’re my son and you are the most important for me.”

Ms. Lu wasn’t interested in competing with someone else for affection at all. It was meaningless to her.

She had spent all her time on Yu Wenhuai, especially since he was sick. She thought if she lost her

son, Emperor Mingyuan’s favor couldn’t make her happy.

Yuan Qingling heard their conversation without cutting in. When she got the injection prepared, she

said to Prince Wenhuai, “Hold out your arm.”

He held out his arm consciously and Ms. Lu made the space for Yuan Qingling.

She was panic and frightened when first seeing Yuan Qingling injected her son with something

because she thought it was some kind of unknown poison. But now she knew it was a life-saving

medicine.

But she never lost her head because of Yuan Qingling and Yu Wenhao’s kindness and help. She still

stayed cautious about them.

“Princess Ji hasn’t come for several days,” she suddenly said.

Yuan Qingling said without lifting her head, “I don’t miss her at all.”

“I hear she is sick,” Ms. Lu said in a small voice.

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Ms. Lu shook her head. “I don’t know. I just heard that she should have sent greetings to Her Majesty

but she didn’t. Princess Qin said she got sick.”

Yesterday was the day when princesses ought to have an audience with the queen and send their

greetings. Yuan Qingling wasn’t present but got pardoned because she had to treat Prince Wenhuai.

Speaking of Princess Ji, everyone was in a bad mood. Ms. Lu even scolded her.

Prince Wenhuai frowned and said, “Mother, enough. The walls could have ears.” He had been used to

keep his head down and he thought it was better to save trouble.

“Enough?” Ms. Lu snorted, watching him and said, “You didn’t tell me the truth. What on earth did she

say in front of you?”

“It’s done. Forget it. I won’t make the same mistake later.”

Prince Wenhuai watched the potion being injected into his body and sighed in silence. He had been

sick for too long so he easily lost his mind. But fortunately, Qingling didn’t give up because of his

rudeness and offence.

Yuan Qingling withdrew the needle and said to him, “Actually, I’m curious about it.”

She wanted to learn about the strategy Princess Ji used in language as this woman was hard to see

through—sometimes, she could be shallow; she could be brazen; she could be kind; she could be

shameless.

Prince Wenhuai heard this and had to confess, “It was just as Quan said. She said that Father had

given up on my remedy and was preparing my funeral in the imperial palace. She told me that Wenjun

came on Father’s private request to inquire my last wish and you were sent here to comfort me. She

also said you knew nothing and was just giving me a false hope to spend the last few days happily.”

“And you believed.” Yuan Qingling took out the thermometer, put it under his arm and held her

notebook waiting to record his temperatures in the morning, afternoon and evening.

“I was dying indeed,” Prince Wenhuai said with a shrug, “I’ve been ill for so long and been waiting for

that day to come. Before it comes, I can never gain my peace.”

He now talked as if he didn’t care, but he did have been in torture all that time.

Ms. Lu cursed Princess Ji bitterly, “How I wish she would die of illness! I will curse her every day.”

Yuan Qingling took the thermometer out and recorded the temperature, “36.7 degrees Celsius. No

more low-grade fever. It’s a good sign. ”

“Good?” Ms. Lu stopped cursing immediately and came close to take a look at the thermometer. But

she didn’t know how to read it.

“Yeah, pretty good.” Yuan Qingling nodded.

Ms. Lu felt relieved each time when she heard Yuan Qingling say this.

Yuan Qingling asked Quan to serve Prince Wenhuai to take the medicine and she stared him tightly all

the time.

Prince Wenhuai couldn’t help laughing. “Don’t worry, Qingling. I won’t spit it out anymore.”

Yuan Qingling smiled. “Okay. I won’t keep an eye on you later.”

“I’ll do it. I’ll do,” Ms. Lu said at once.

She didn’t trust him.