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The flower pot felt heavy in my hands. Gritting my teeth, I lifted it with all my strength, my view almost completely obscured by the leaves.
As I walked past Yun Yao, she suddenly extended a foot, and I stumbled, leaning forward as the pot nearly slipped from my grasp.
"Don't speak. Just rest well." He Zheyang glanced at me with concern in his eyes before taking the ginger soup that Xiao Luo had brought and gently sitting on the edge of the bed to feed me.
"I can't... He..."
Before I could finish my sentence, his sharp gaze interrupted me. "I've already told you not to talk. This is my command." With that, he picked up a spoon, carefully scooping the ginger soup and slowly bringing it to my lips, feeding me one spoonful at a time.
In that moment, I almost forgot to breathe. My heart raced as I greedily savored this tender moment, a hint of shyness and intoxication in my eyes.
"Consort Yun is just that kind of person; you shouldn't confront her directly!"
Hearing Consort Yun's name made me sigh softly, my brows furrowing slightly. I hadn't done anything; why was she treating me this way?
Unable to hold back any longer, I reached out and, to He Zheyang's surprise, quickly hooked my arms around his neck. Overwhelmed with grievances and sorrow, I leaned my head on his shoulder, tears streaming down my face as I began to cry.
It was only when I instinctively embraced him that I gradually came to my senses. In this feudal society, I was being far too unreserved! Realizing this, I abruptly withdrew my hands and jumped away from his embrace like a startled rabbit. "Consort Yun treats me this way because she probably thinks I'm trying to compete with her for the emperor's favor."
"Do you love the emperor?"
Seeing me awkwardly shake my head made him smile, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. He then stood up and adjusted the blanket for me. "Just rest well and don't overthink things."
There's a saying that goes, when two people meet, what follows is either a story or an accident.
He Zheyang noticed that I struggled with writing using a brush, so every time he came to Qixiang Garden, he would take the initiative to teach me calligraphy.
At first, I started with simple characters, but I learned slowly each time. I couldn't help it; despite years of schooling, I had never practiced Brush Calligraphy before.
He was always patient, guiding my hand gently with his fingers resting lightly on mine, focusing intently on each stroke. One time, he brought me a box of Walnut Crisp. Just as I took a big bite, I felt his knuckles brush against the corner of my mouth.
In that moment, I thought he was going to kiss me, and my body tensed slightly. But he merely reached out to wipe away the crumbs from my lips, smiling softly as he said, "You know? You look beautiful when you eat."
My heart skipped a beat as I saw the tenderness in his eyes gazing deeply at me. My cheeks flushed hot, as if they were on fire. Just as I was about to turn away, he cupped my face in his hands and leaned in to kiss me.
" Zhi Su," he murmured after a long while, releasing me from his embrace. "Once this busy period is over, I will tell my brother that I want to marry you and take you out of the palace so that Yun Yao can no longer bully you."
Tears streamed down my face from the overwhelming emotion; I had finally heard those words!
One day, while I was diligently practicing calligraphy by the window, I suddenly sensed someone approaching from behind. Thinking it was He Zheyang, I turned with a joyful smile and said, "Look at how much I've improved in my writing today!"
As he stepped closer and looked down at my work, he exclaimed, "You've made great progress!"
But the voice wasn't He Zheyang's. Confused, I raised my eyes and saw a figure in a bright yellow brocade robe—it was the Emperor!
I froze in shock, my body trembling as I hurriedly bowed. " Zhi Su did not know His Majesty had arrived. Please forgive my lack of proper welcome!"
He Zheyu waved his hand, saying, "Did I ruin your mood? Your writing has indeed improved a lot since you first entered the palace!"
"I... I just thought that since I had nothing to do, I might as well find some amusement for myself."
Though I said this, inside I was praying repeatedly: Please, with your busy schedule, just leave early. I beg you. My eyes reflected a hint of anxiety and helplessness.
But he showed no intention of leaving. Instead, he asked me, " Zhi Su, regarding the issuance of national currency, the ministers in the court have proposed two different viewpoints. I am somewhat conflicted and would like to hear your opinion."
So he was treating me like a search engine!
Glancing at the memorial, I realized he was referring to inflation and fiscal deficits. For someone who had studied politics for many years, this was a trivial matter! I cleared my throat and articulated my viewpoint clearly and confidently.
He Zheyu nodded in satisfaction and then glanced at my writing. With a smile, he said, "Dare to make a bet with me? I bet that the next character you write will definitely be 'Emperor.'"
How could that be? Not only had I not planned to write that, but even if I had intended to, would I foolishly write what you just mentioned? I shook my head. "Your Majesty, you're wrong; that's not it!"
"Is that so? Then what character do you plan to write next? Show me!"
Just as I dipped my brush in ink and lifted it to write, He Zheyu suddenly grabbed my hand, forcefully guiding me to write the character "Emperor."
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