Hibiscus Tent: The Prime Minister’s palm is reborn

The thin person was lying on the couch with his eyes closed, his brows furrowed in his sleep, as if in great pain. His usually rosy lips and rosy face now looked washed out and colorless, like dead gray.

She was only covered with a layer of black cloth, but even so, it looked like she could be crushed if not handled with care.

Yuwen Jue sat on the edge of the bed with his head down, tightly clasping a hand as cold as ice. He felt depressed and couldn't tell whether it was regret or anger in his heart.

It was getting dark outside the window, and the day was almost over.

He sat with her for as long as she was unconscious.

He didn't know how long it would take for her to wake up. He just felt so exhausted from the inside out that he didn't even have the strength to move his lips.

Chen Dechun walked over the threshold carrying a bowl of steaming medicine.

There was no light in the room. When I suddenly came in from outside, I felt that everything in front of me was pitch black and I couldn't see the road ahead clearly.

Women giving birth or having miscarriages have always been seen as having blood on their bodies. Even ordinary people would be afraid of getting contaminated, as it would bring bad luck, not to mention that Your Highness is going to march to fight. According to convention, Your Highness cannot stay with them, let alone get close to them.

However, he didn't.

Not only that, he was covered in blood and took care of her personally—

Chen Dechun sighed slightly and continued to walk inside. Behind the screen, there was dead silence without a single sound.

Hearing the footsteps, the person sitting on the edge of the bed raised his eyes, and when he saw who was coming, his gaze returned to the person on the bed.

Chen Dechun came forward with the medicine: "Your Highness, it's time for the princess to take the medicine."

Yuwen Jue nodded gently: "Let it sit for a while, and I'll feed her when it's not too hot."

Chen Dechun followed instructions and placed the medicine bowl on the low table beside the couch.

He put down the medicine but was reluctant to leave, so Yuwen Jue turned his eyes to him and asked, "What else?"

Chen Dechun glanced at the medicine bowl on the table and said, "I have a few words to say to Your Highness."

Yuwen Jue understood, thinking that there was something that needed to be said in private.

He nodded, put Liang Qian's hand under his big flag, then stood up and walked out.

When he left the house, he found it was brighter outside than inside, so he ordered people to go in and light the lights.

Yuwen Jue walked forward a few steps and stopped beside the flower bed. He saw people coming and going with their heads down, busy doing their own things.

Chen Dechun followed his gaze and knew what was going on. Usually, there were a lot of things to deal with after occupying a city, such as battlefield cleaning, defense deployment, and counting captured food and supplies.

After entering the city, he looked around and found that everything was arranged in an orderly manner. Even the prefectural mansion was tidied up in just half a day.

I couldn't help but admire that although His Highness was staying by the princess' side, he had not missed a single thing to consider or arrange.

"What does the Imperial Physician want to say?"

Chen Dechun came back to his senses, frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "Your Highness, it may not be easy for the princess to get pregnant again in the future."

Yuwen Jue was shocked: "Is it really that serious?"

The anger that had been suppressed in my heart suddenly surfaced again.

It didn't matter to him whether they had a child or not, especially since they already had Xi'er. But what really made him furious was that she actually used their child and her body to deal with him and take revenge on him.

Chen Dechun sighed, "Poison is inherently harmful. The princess was poisoned during pregnancy, so it was not easy for her to survive and give birth to a child. However, poison is harmful to the body. The princess got pregnant again before she was fully recovered after giving birth. It is inevitable that she will not be able to keep the baby. Even if she is barely saved with drugs, she will still--"

"What did you say?" Yuwen Jue suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Seeing that he looked unwell, Chen Dechun thought that he was eager to have a child, so he comforted him, "Don't worry, Your Highness. I will do my best to nurse the princess back to health. As long as she is nursed for a year, it is possible for her to recover. I just need you to -"

"No, that's not what I'm talking about," Yuwen Jue interrupted hurriedly, "I'm asking about what you just said."

Chen Dechun was a little confused: "What did you just say?"

Yuwen Jue asked anxiously, "What you just said means that she didn't take the medicine to cause miscarriage on purpose? It was because the poison damaged her foundation and she couldn't be saved in the first place?"

Chen Dechun was stunned for a moment, but still nodded, still a little confused.

"How could the princess do this on purpose? She is a doctor, how could she not know the consequences of using strong medicine? Moreover, according to my diagnosis, the princess not only did not take the abortion medicine, but she has been taking medicine all the time..."

Chen Dechun looked at his bright eyes, not knowing whether he was happy or sad, and even less knowing whether he should continue talking.

But before he could finish, Yuwen Jue walked quickly towards the door, but turned back after taking two steps.

He lowered his eyes, bowed his head, and said in a deep voice: "Please ask the imperial physician to help me cure her."

Chen Dechun was extremely shocked. He had never seen His Highness beg for help in such a low voice. Even in front of the Emperor, he was always cold and emotionless.

He couldn't tell what he felt for a moment.

It's both sad and fortunate.

Chen Dechun bowed and said, "Don't worry, Your Highness. I will do my best."

Yuwen Jue nodded slightly and turned to go inside the door.

Chen Dechun looked at his back and understood in his heart that His Highness could not be without an heir.

Yuwen Jue entered the house again. The candlelight in the inner room was orange-yellow, and the soft light made his heart bright. The warm color made him feel sour for no reason.

He stood in the outer room for a while before stepping into the inner room.

The person who was sleeping on the bed woke up at an unknown time. He curled up under his big flag, staring at the ceiling in a daze. Only the corners of his red eyes were shining with water, and there were traces of tears on his cheeks.

It was obvious that she had just woken up and was crying again.

Seeing him, she turned her back to him.

Yuwen Jue glanced at the bowl of medicine on the table beside the bed, walked over to pick it up, then sat down on the edge of the bed, trying not to touch her.

The medicine soup was no longer boiling hot, I tested the temperature and it was just right.

He held the medicine bowl in both hands, his heart aching unbearably. After a moment of silence, he said, "If you don't want me to touch you, I won't touch you again. If you don't like me forcing you, I won't force you again—"

His throat tightened, and after a pause, he continued, "Of course, if you don't want to stay, I'll let you go once you've recovered. Don't worry, whatever I promised you will count."

The person with his back to him said nothing and burst into tears.

The two of them, one lying down and the other sitting, fell into silence.

The air just became quiet, just like before he came in.

After a long while, Yuwen Jue sighed softly: "I promise you with this lost child that I will never let what happened before happen again, okay?"

The man with the slightly trembling shoulders was startled, and the warmth in his eyes became more and more turbulent.

Yuwen Jue couldn't help but want to help her tidy up her hair, but he pulled his hand back halfway.

"If you agree to everything, take the medicine."

The person with his back to me hummed softly, then turned around after a while, with only wet eyelashes.

Seeing her like this, I felt both distressed and sad.

He didn't even dare to think about it. Even if she was healthy and could keep the child, would she really be cruel...

Yuwen Jue lowered his eyes and fed her medicine spoonful by spoonful.

I wanted to wipe the corners of her mouth, but in the end I just put the silk handkerchief next to the pillow.

He did not stay long, as he saw that she was tired, so he went to the outer room to accommodate her.

Day by day.

That day, Liang Qian felt much better and sat in front of the mirror to tidy up.

But in just half a month, she lost a lot of weight.

Liang Qian sighed silently, stood up and was about to go out, as some things had not yet been resolved.