The next day, when Xie Xun woke up, he had long forgotten about his murmurs in the dream. As the Emperor, he barely had any days off and had to rise early to prepare for court. Fengyu, being fond of sleep, would accompany him only once in ten attempts, and most of the ti, when Xie Xun left for court, Fengyu remained fast asleep. But today, when the eunuch ca to wake him, Fengyu woke too. Rather than saying she woke up, it was more accurate to say Fengyu had not slept a wink all night.
Xie Xun looked at her weary expression with a trace of concern and asked gently, "Did sothing happen at the banquet last night? Why were you up all night?"
"Nothing really. Soone was keeping an eye on the banquet, so what could possibly happen? It’s just that soone got drunk and kept making noise, disrupting my sleep," Fengyu replied irritably as she yawned, her eyes brimming with tears. Hearing this, Xie Xun felt even more heartache for her. "Just this once, never again. If I get drunk like this again, you should send to rest in the side hall."
Fengyu couldn’t help but laugh. After Xie Xun changed into his imperial court attire, he turned back and embraced Fengyu, kissing her lightly. "Ayu, be a good girl and get so rest. I’m heading to court now."
"Alright!" Fengyu gazed at his spirited deanor, her heartbeat quickening uncontrollably. Even though she had seen him countless tis, including at his worst, Fengyu still found herself stunned by Xie Xun’s gaze and appearance. Since ascending to the throne, his features had grown even more refined and striking. Such a handso and charming Emperor was undoubtedly the dream crush of countless young ladies.
The young Marquis once rode through the streets on horseback, with red sleeves waving from countless windows.
Ah, the youth in his pri!
Now he was the sovereign of all under heaven, holding the world in his hands and power at his command. The only regret... Fengyu restrained herself, called Qiuxiang over, and softly instructed, "Take Doctor Zhou’s prescription and prepare the dicine anew. Continue brewing it daily."
Qiuxiang was puzzled. "Your Majesty, haven’t you already been taking that dicine every day?"
Fengyu replied flatly, "His Majesty changed the prescription. Go find Zhang Lingzheng and tell him it’s my wish. Ask him to keep it confidential—he won’t let others find out."
Qiuxiang, ever loyal, did whatever Fengyu asked of her. When the Imperial Hospital opened for the day, she promptly went to Zhang Lingzheng for the new prescription.
Before their marriage, Fengyu had been carefully nurturing her health. Doctor Zhou, renowned for his expertise in gynecology, had spared no effort in helping her recuperate. Later, Xie Xun heard from so Imperial Physician that those dicines could cause harm to her health. Given her frail constitution, even if she managed to conceive, childbirth would be a life-or-death ordeal. Thus, he secretly altered the prescription.
Currently, the dicine Fengyu was drinking only served to stabilize her vitality. Zhang Lingzheng was a remarkable man, loyal to Marquis Zhenbei Mansion. Thus, he not only knew Xie Xun had changed the prescription but also understood Xie Xun’s reluctance to expand his harem. Bold as he was, Doctor Zhang inford Fengyu of this matter, letting her be aware. Fengyu was moved to tears and also felt guilty. Not wanting to hurt Xie Xun’s feelings, she pretended not to know.
Now, Fengyu had changed her mind. She still wished to conceive Xie Xun’s child, to fulfill his desire. Even knowing the grave dangers ahead, she wanted to take the risk.
In the palace, Xie Xun had innurable eyes observing his actions, making it difficult for anything to escape his notice. Fortunately, he trusted Fengyu completely and didn’t closely monitor those around her. Zhang Lingzheng had long hoped for the Empress to conceive and would not hinder her. Instead, he tacitly supported her and even helped her keep it a secret.
Once the dicine was brewed, Qiuxiang brought it for Fengyu to drink. Naturally, Fengyu kept this matter hidden from Xie Xun and reminded Qiuxiang not to speak of it. But Qiuxiang, feeling uneasy, said, "Your Majesty, the Emperor will find out about this sooner or later."
"It’s no matter; let things take their course," Fengyu said with a gentle smile. "I can’t bear for him to have regrets. What others have, Zhixu will have as well."
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