Her Entire Court Reborn with Her in the Modern World

Chapter 66: Chapter 65: A Yuan, Her Name

She was naturally born with infinite charm and enchanting features, but upon closer inspection, a trace of cold indifference was always hidden in the corners of her brows and eyes.

The woman’s gaze, however, was exceptionally clear and righteous. The contrast brought an immense visual impact.

Song Qingmu and Lu Mi were both stunned.

"Teacher Lu, you... you walked too fast. And you’re wearing high heels. It’s truly incredible." Behind them, Xu Shuangqiao stopped, panting heavily. After catching her breath, she said to Lu Mi, "Little Lu, this is Teacher Lu Qingyuan. Yingying saved her, so she came too."

Lu Mi stepped away from the door, still looking dazed.

Song Qingmu was no better, looking as if he had been struck by lightning.

It took a long while for the two of them to absentmindedly recover their senses.

Shi Changying was still lying in bed, receiving an IV drip.

Her cheeks were flushed red, her high fever persisted, and she remained unconscious.

"It’s all my fault. I should have been firmer and made her rest at home," Xu Shuangqiao blamed herself. "It must be because she was exposed to the wind outside today and caught a chill again."

Qingyuan didn’t say a word. She simply gazed quietly at the girl.

"She’s already been given fever-reducing medicine, but it’s not working," Lu Mi walked over and said worriedly. "And Yingying must be feeling terrible, but there’s nothing we can do to help."

Shi Changying was indeed feeling terrible. Although she wasn’t awake, her body tossed and turned constantly, clearly suffering in torment.

Xu Shuangqiao remained silent.

Right at that moment, a song suddenly drifted through the quiet hospital ward. It was soft and melodious, like a gentle breeze softly brushing against the stones in a spring.

It was Qingyuan singing: "Arriving at Lan Cang today, snapping off a fragrant plum branch. A thousand-gold brew dampens my clothes. Gazing at the bright moon, the mountains are high and the rivers are long..."

Xu Shuangqiao looked at her in surprise. "Teacher Lu?"

A miracle occurred at that very moment. Shi Changying’s body gradually settled down; the song seemed to possess a magical power that calmed her.

Qingyuan’s voice suddenly paused. When she resumed singing, no one noticed the faint, crystalline tears shimmering at the corners of her eyes.

After the song ended, the ward remained perfectly still.

Xu Shuangqiao was pleasantly surprised. "Teacher Lu, what song is this? To think it could have such an effect!"

"A folk song from Meizhou," Qingyuan said, snapping back to reality. "When I was young, the adults used to sing this folk song as a lullaby."

Song Qingmu spoke his mind directly, "Sister Yuanyuan, I’ve never heard you sing it in public before."

Qingyuan smiled faintly. "Not just anyone can listen to me sing."

Song Qingmu scratched his head, feeling extremely flattered. "I’m basking in Senior Sister’s glory here!"

The door to the ward was pushed open, and Shaoyuan walked in.

Even though there were four people here, he acted as if there was no one else around. He reached out and rested his hand over Shi Changying’s forehead, lowering his eyelashes.

She was still burning up.

Shaoyuan walked back out, not exchanging a single word with anyone from start to finish.

Qingyuan stared at his retreating back, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Who is he?"

Xu Shuangqiao suddenly felt a trace of murderous intent.

"The Young Master was the one who carried Senior Sister to the hospital on his back," Song Qingmu said. "He is our class monitor, and also Senior Sister’s deskmate."

Qingyuan nodded. "So he’s a warmhearted, good classmate."

Xu Shuangqiao looked around. Why did that murderous intent disappear again?

How strange.

"A Yuan," Sister Xu called out from the doorway. "You’ve seen her, so let’s go for now. Come back after she wakes up. If more people gather later, it’ll be hard to leave."

Qingyuan shook her head. "I’ll stay by her bedside for a while."

Sister Xu asked in disbelief, "You’re planning to just stay here indefinitely?"

Qingyuan hummed in agreement.

Sister Xu took a deep breath. "You’re truly crazy today. Fine, I’ll go handle the trending searches for you."

At nine o’clock in the evening, Lu Mi and Song Qingmu both left.

"Miss Shuangqiao, you should go back and rest too." Qingyuan glanced at the time. "It’s enough with just me here."

Xu Shuangqiao tried to perk up and hurriedly waved her hands. "No, no, no, Teacher Lu, how can I let you stay here to watch over her? Your health is also..."

"It’s fine, I know my limits." Qingyuan continued to smile. "You can come to relieve me first thing tomorrow morning, alright?"

Xu Shuangqiao had stayed up late last night revising a script, and right now, she really couldn’t hold on any longer. "Teacher Lu, I’m really troubling you."

Qingyuan replied, "It’s no trouble. It’s the least I could do."

Xu Shuangqiao also left, leaving Qingyuan alone in the hospital ward.

Outside the ward, Shaoyuan hadn’t left either. He leaned against the window, on a call with someone unknown, speaking in a commanding tone: "The specialized medicine. First thing tomorrow morning. I want to see it."

The person on the other end fell silent for a moment before yelling, "In less than seven hours, you want me to deliver the specialized medicine to Jianghuai? Do you even know where Jianghuai is?"

Shaoyuan said, "Yunzhou."

"So you know it’s Yunzhou, my great Young Master!" the other party complained bitterly. "Yunzhou is thousands of miles away from where I am, and I still have to go get the medicine. I can’t make it there in seven hours!"

Shaoyuan said, "As fast as possible."

When he gave orders, he always cherished his words like gold, yet he cut straight to the point, leaving no room for question.

"Fine, fine, fine, my great Young Master. As you command," the other party grumbled, but then couldn’t help asking, "Who’s sick? Why so urgent? Is there anyone else in Jianghuai?"

"A junior," Shaoyuan said, turning his head to look at the ward. "But not very obedient."

"Oh, no wonder you’re so anxious," the other muttered. "If a child’s fever gets out of hand, they could become stupid."

"Mhm, a child. We can’t have her becoming stupid." Shaoyuan finally smiled. "She can endure pain, but she’s afraid of bitterness. Remember to put sugar in the medicine."

"Bitter medicine cures the disease!"

"Put sugar."

"..."

Shaoyuan ended the call. As he turned around, he bumped right into Qingyuan, who had just stepped out of the ward.

Qingyuan nodded at him. "I’m going to get her a new cooling patch."

Shaoyuan didn’t move, still leaning against the window. "Please go ahead."

Qingyuan retrieved a new cooling patch, but her mind was still on the young man by the window.

To her surprise, she felt the same aura from him as she did from Her Majesty.

But it couldn’t be Her Majesty.

It wasn’t because she was certain that if Her Majesty had been reincarnated four hundred years into the future just like her, she would definitely still be of her original gender.

It was because Her Majesty had always been sharply radiant and incredibly unbridled.

Not that she didn’t know how to hold back, but because she was simply too powerful; there was never any need to hold back.

This young man, on the other hand, was like still waters running deep, exuding a quiet, profound presence that somehow managed to impose an inexplicable sense of pressure.

Qingyuan shook her head and placed the new cooling patch on Shi Changying’s forehead.

The night grew deep, and even the sparrows had fallen asleep. Moonlight spilled through the window and fell onto the girl’s face, dyeing her brows and eyes a silvery white.

Now that they were completely alone, Qingyuan sang the folk song once more: "Arriving at Lan Cang today, snapping off a fragrant plum branch..."

In truth, she had lied. It wasn’t a Meizhou folk song.

And she had indeed never sung it in public, because only Her Majesty had ever heard it.

One day, four hundred years ago, the Empress was physically and mentally exhausted from fighting battles through the night, yet was completely unable to sleep due to severe headaches.

Fighting battles wouldn’t give her headaches; rather, it was because she had witnessed far too many of Da Xuan’s people being pillaged by the Barbarians.

Qingyuan had seen it too, for she had originally been one of those victims, fortunate enough to be saved by the Empress.

What did war truly look like?

Starving corpses littered the ground, and the people were robbed of all means of survival.

In prosperity, the people suffer; in ruin, the people suffer.

The Empress knew this all too clearly, which was why she only wanted to end the war as swiftly as possible. In the process, she had overworked her body to the point of illness.

As the Empress’s personal female official, Zhuge Mingyue had been pacing around in deep anxiety.

It was Qingyuan who eventually proposed an idea: "Lord Zhuge, music can also be used for healing. This method is even recorded by Xuan Doctors. Why don’t we give it a try?"

Thus, she composed the melody, Pei Jiang wrote the lyrics, and this song was born.

Whenever the Empress suffered from headaches again and couldn’t sleep, she would sing this song.

As Qingyuan sang, she kept her eyes fixed intently on the girl, unwilling to miss even the slightest reaction.

"A Yuan..."

A faint voice sounded.

Qingyuan was too far away to hear it, so she leaned in closer.

Shi Changying hadn’t woken up; she was just talking in her sleep. "A Yuan..."

Qingyuan leaned in even closer, and this time, she heard it much more clearly.

"A Yuan."

"A Yuan."

This was her name. It was the ’Yuan’ that symbolized a hawk soaring into the heavens.

Qingyuan smiled, but her tears rolled down continuously. She held the girl’s hand and whispered softly, "It’s me, Your Majesty."