Nong Nu Jiao

Upon hearing his voice, Cen Lingyi opened her wet eyes wide: "You're awake?"

"Your Highness is awake?"

Yun Que and several imperial physicians also spoke at the same time.

"Hmm." Yan Chenghui glanced at Cen Lingyi before saying, "I'm fine, thank you all for your concern."

"Your Highness, please don't be so polite. You are currently weak and need to rest. Speak less and avoid overexerting yourself. Only when you are fully recovered can you remove this arrow."

Gu Meishu stood up and said.

Yan Chenghui nodded.

"This humble official will remain to serve; the rest of you may return to the Imperial Hospital. What does Your Highness think?"

Gu Meishu leaned down and asked him.

Yan Chenghui nodded again.

Yun Que saw everyone out.

The inner hall quieted down, leaving only Cen Lingyi and Yan Chenghui.

Cen Lingyi stood to one side, watching him fully awake, but she didn't know what to say.

She lowered her head and bit her lip.

From the moment he was injured, all she could think about was his injury. She wished she could trade herself for him and wanted him to recover quickly.

At that time, she was willing to give anything, anything, as long as he could get better.

But when he actually came to his senses, she felt a little awkward.

He can no longer utter a single word of what he could say while he was in a coma.

"Jiaojiao..."

Yan Chenghui looked up and called to her.

Cen Lingyi looked at him with teary eyes. She didn't know why, but hearing him call her that made her want to cry again.

"Come here, it's a bit difficult for me to see you like this."

Yan Chenghui looked up at her.

Cen Lingyi remained silent, sat down on a small stool by the bed, and looked at his hand resting on the edge of the bed.

Are you alright?

He asked her.

At this moment, he was fully conscious, and the events of that day were still vivid in his mind.

His biggest worry was her; he wondered if she had been injured in the chaos.

But seeing her sitting here unharmed, it shouldn't be anything serious.

"I'm fine, it's just you..."

Cen Lingyi finally raised her eyes and glanced at him.

"I'm fine too."

Yan Chenghui looked at her from his pillow, his gaze gentle.

Cen Lingyi blushed inexplicably, lowered her long, wet eyelashes, and bit her lip again.

"Jiaojiao..."

Yan Chenghui called her again.

Cen Lingyi looked at him, a hint of doubt in her shimmering eyes.

"Don't feel sorry for me." Yan Chenghui slightly curled the corners of his lips. "I'm not doing this so that you'll forgive me."

He just didn't want anything to happen to her.

Cen Lingyi's nose tingled, and tears fell again.

"Jiaojiao, don't cry."

Yan Chenghui raised his hand and wiped away the tears on her face.

He recalled how many times she had cried in front of him, and how he had hardened his heart to watch her cry without comforting her.

His heart ached whenever she cried.

"Um."

Cen Lingyi nodded, fighting back tears.

"I have something to tell you."

Yan Chenghui closed his eyes, looking somewhat tired.

"What is it?"

Cen Lingyi couldn't help but move closer.

"Frontier affairs, court affairs."

The banquet was held in Huizhou.

"I'll go and call Yun Que in."

Cen Lingyi then got up and went outside.

She doesn't understand these things; she might ruin his plans.

"Need not."

Yan Chenghui closed his eyes.

"Where is the Northern Di Khan?"

He asked her.

"He should already be in prison."

Cen Lingyi thought for a moment and said.

She was so focused on him that she didn't notice those other things.

"Give the order to Yun Que to send people to protect him. He must not be allowed to die."

Yan Chenghui's strength was limited, and his voice became softer.

"Okay, I've got it."

Cen Lingyi nodded in agreement.

"The person who contacted the Northern Barbarians should be Yan Qingci, and the Khan is a witness."

Yan Chenghui explained it to her.

"I see."

Cen Lingyi suddenly realized.

"Arrange for someone to tell Father that I should be able to get out of bed in about half a month. Please wait until I can move around before rewarding me for my contributions."

Yan Chenghui continued.

"it is good."

Cen Lingyi nodded again.

She guessed that he was going to expose Yan Qingci's crimes in court.

"Brother, have you returned with the army?"

Yan Chenghui asked her.

"He's back, but I'm worried it's not safe inside the city, so I left him outside."

When Cen Lingyi thought of her brother, she always felt sorry for him.

Although he had returned to the capital, he could not appear in public openly.

"Let him come and live in the East Palace, so he can keep you and Huai Jiao company."

Yan Chenghui spoke slowly.

"Alright, I'll send someone to pick him up later. Don't say anything; the imperial physician said you shouldn't overexert yourself."

Cen Lingyi tucked the blanket around him.

After talking for a while, the two became more comfortable with each other.

"Jiaojiao, I'm sleepy, I want to go to sleep."

Yan Chenghui's voice trailed off.

He was extremely tired, but he still wanted to tell her.

"Go to sleep."

Cen Lingyi looked at him, her heart filled with a bittersweet feeling, a complex mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe.

As dusk fell.

Yan Chenghui regained consciousness.

Cen Lingyi was sitting on the edge of the bed, flipping through a medical book, trying to find out what dragon bone powder was.

"Jiaojiao".

Yan Chenghui called her.

Cen Lingyi looked up from her book at him, her dark eyes sparkling: "You're awake."

She quickly put down the book in her hand and went to check on him.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

She asked him with concern.

Seeing the arrow, she felt a pang of pain in her heart; he must have woken up in pain.

"It doesn't hurt." Yan Chenghui propped himself up on the bed with his arms, trying to get up. "I'm a little hungry."

"Don't move, I'll have them bring the food in."

Cen Lingyi quickly stopped him.

"I'm not made of paper."

Yan Chenghui found it amusing, yet also felt quite comforted.

Jiaojiao not only paid attention to him, but also worried about him. This time, the injury was really worth it.

"You still have arrows in your body." Cen Lingyi pressed him down, not allowing him to move, and turned to call out, "Yun Que, bring the food box in."

Dinner had been delivered long ago, but she didn't have much of an appetite and hadn't eaten it.

The food box contained many dishes, but only one was specially prepared for Yan Chenghui.

Stewed pigeon meat until tender.

Cen Lingyi picked up the bowl, returned to the bedside, gently stirred it with a spoon, scooped a spoonful and touched it to her lips, finding it wasn't too hot.

Yan Chenghui had already straightened up.

"I told you not to move around."

Cen Lingyi became a little anxious and tried to put down the bowl to pull him away.

"Like this."

Yan Chenghui leaned against the railing, his body turned to the side.

"Then don't move around."

Cen Lingyi was relieved and sat down on the edge of the bed. She stirred the soup in the bowl and scooped up a spoonful to feed him.

Yan Chenghui looked at her.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on her neck, a few strands of hair fell loosely by her temples, her face was beautiful and bright, her light pink lips, without a trace of makeup, were already dazzling.

The warm soup was placed against his lips, but he didn't know how to open his mouth.

"Eat up, what are you looking at?"

Cen Lingyi frowned slightly, blushing as he stared at her.

Yan Chenghui snapped out of his daze, opened his mouth to eat, and still looked up at her.

Stop looking and eat more.

Cen Lingyi glared at him, her expression inexplicably carrying a hint of coquettishness.

Why?

Yan Chenghui looked at her with a soft gaze.

"What else could it be? To recover my health and blood as soon as possible so that I can remove that arrow."

Cen Lingyi fed him another spoonful of soup.

Yan Chenghui swallowed, looked at her, and suddenly smiled softly.

"What are you laughing at?"

Cen Lingyi was puzzled.

"I don't want to pull it out anymore."

Yan Chenghui rested his head against the headboard, his gaze never leaving her.

Cen Lingyi pursed her lips and glared at him: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Jiaojiao stays by my side, and I want it to stay like this forever."

Yan Chenghui's eyes held a hidden smile.

Cen Lingyi blushed once again.

When did he learn to be so glib?

*

The next morning, Cen Lingyi had just gently wiped Yan Chenghui's face when there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

Afraid of waking Yan Chenghui, Cen Lingyi asked in a low voice and quickly walked over.

"He is my subordinate."

Yun Que's voice came in.

Cen Lingyi opened the door: "What is it?"

She knew that Yun Que wouldn't come over unless something was wrong.

"The Imperial Concubine will come to visit His Highness shortly."

Yunque Road.

"Then let's make some preparations." Cen Lingyi looked around. "It doesn't seem like there's anything to prepare. Have someone send a message to the Imperial Concubine, asking her to come over around noon, when she'll be awake."

She was thoughtful; she wanted to get Yan Chenghui and Consort Xiao to speak.

Yun Que said, "His Majesty is coming too."

Cen Lingyi paused for a moment and said, "Then should we prepare anything? I don't know."

She realized that Emperor Shengwu was afraid that the Imperial Concubine would run away, so he wanted to come along.

But Yan Chenghui is already so old, no, Yan Huaijiao is already four or five years old, would the Imperial Concubine still have such thoughts?

Emperor Shengwu was just too suspicious.

"I'll make the arrangements. As long as everything remains the same, Miss, I'm fine. I'm just here to let you know."

Yunque Road.

"Okay." Cen Lingyi nodded. "I understand."

Around noon, Wang Deming's voice could be heard outside.

"His Majesty has arrived!"

"The Imperial Concubine has arrived!"

"Greetings, Your Majesty; greetings, Imperial Concubine..."

Cen Lingyi hurriedly went out to greet her, lifting her skirt as if to kneel down and pay her respects.

"Sixth grade."

Before she could kneel down, Xiao Yulou helped her up.

"aunt."

Cen Lingyi can now call her that naturally.

"Why are you still so thin? Even thinner than before. Let your aunt take good care of you."

Xiao Yulou pulled her into his arms.

She missed the child terribly after not seeing him for so long.

"aunt……"

Cen Lingyi nestled in her arms, deeply moved.

The Imperial Concubine treated her the same way her mother treated her.

"Is Yuan Zhao inside?"

Xiao Yulou asked her.

"Okay, I'll take you there."

Cen Lingyi took her hand and walked towards the inner hall, then couldn't help but look back at Emperor Shengwu.

Emperor Shengwu followed.

Cen Lingyi didn't care and crossed the threshold with Xiao Yulou. Just as she was about to lead Xiao Yulou to the bedside to see Yan Chenghui, Xiao Yulou suddenly broke free from her hand.

She couldn't help but turn around to look.

Xiao Yulou stood in the doorway and pushed Emperor Shengwu, who had followed him over.

"What are you doing in here? You don't care about him anyway, just wait at the door."

Xiao Yulou was very rude to him.

Cen Lingyi secretly clicked her tongue in amazement; how dare the Imperial Concubine treat His Majesty like this?

"Consort Xiao, there are still juniors here, don't go too far."

Emperor Shengwu still cared about his reputation in front of Cen Lingyi.

Xiao Yulou sneered, "You still have any shame? Yuan Zhao risked his life to ask you for a favor, and you wouldn't even agree. What are you pretending to do for him?"