Chapter 1588: 1587, you are hurt
Chapter 1588: 1587, you are hurt
Tan Rou said, “According to the climate conditions of Country J, it’s impossible for there to be patches of dark clouds this season, yet here they are.”
It was probably because there was moisture inside; the clouds drifted slowly, blocking the sun, causing the ground to darken too. Even though it was daytime, it looked as gloomy as dusk.
Many people had come outside to see, and they were also wondering about this phenomenon.
A passerby said, “Black clouds covering the sun isn’t a good omen.”
Another older person said, “I’ve seen this happen before, and then I heard that a big event had occurred that day, the former King had passed away suddenly.”
Then someone else with a bit more courage said, “His Majesty the King hasn’t made a public appearance for quite a long time now, could it be that…” He didn’t dare to continue his thought.
Normally His Majesty wouldn’t make many public appearances, but it wasn’t like him to not show up for a whole week. If there were public affairs to be dealt with now, they were all handled by Prince His Highness, which inevitably led to speculation.
Zhuang Liu whispered to Tan Rou, “Could His Majesty the King really be in trouble?”
Tan Rou was very certain and replied, “That’s impossible; when I left the house this morning, I checked on the King’s condition. His vital signs were very stable, and he was awake this morning, even talking to me.”
Zhuang Liu was then reassured, “As long as the King is alive, there won’t be chaos in the country for now.”
But Tan Rou wasn’t so assured and said, “In many countries, the sun represents the ruler, and the moon represents the ruler’s wife. Now with such an abnormal phenomenon appearing, and His Majesty the King having been absent for such a long time, I think rumors are going to start circulating again.”
“That’s not our concern,” Zhuang Liu said. “Let the Princess worry about that matter.”
Tan Rou raised an eyebrow, “You’re right; we shouldn’t trouble ourselves with that. It’s our time off now; let’s go roam the streets. I found this fun cotton candy shop here yesterday; I’ll take you to buy some cotton candy.”
Zhuang Liu wanted to say “childish,” but in reality, it had been a long time since they had casually strolled around together, so he agreed.
The cotton candy shop was the same one Tan Rou had taken Ina to yesterday. The business was booming with a queue that stretched from inside to outside.
Tan Rou and Zhuang Liu ordered several cotton candies. Since it took time to make, they went to wait in a shady spot nearby, the owner would call out their number when it was ready.
At that moment, a familiar figure came into their view. The person was still plump and tall, but his face didn’t look very good; he appeared somewhat pale.
“Isn’t that the hotel owner?” Tan Rou asked, “Is he here to buy cotton candy too?”
Zhuang Liu said, “He looks a bit pale. Could he be sick?”
As a Court Physician, Tan Rou’s professional habits kicked in, “If he’s sick, then he shouldn’t eat cotton candy. Consuming too much sugar is not good for recovery.”
Zhuang Liu suggested, “Maybe we should go over and remind him.”
The two of them went over to greet Hamillen, who was in line for cotton candy. His movements were a bit sluggish, as if his hands were not so nimble.
“Boss, you’re buying cotton candy too,” Zhuang Liu approached to make conversation.
Hamillen was startled by Zhuang Liu, and his hand holding his wallet trembled, dropping the wallet full of money to the ground.
Seeing this, Zhuang Liu quickly apologized, “Sorry for startling you.”
Hamillen smiled slightly, “…It’s fine.”
Tan Rou picked up the wallet and handed it back to Hamillen, “Your wallet.”
“Thank you,” Hamillen replied with a slight smile. But his movements were still slow, and as the wallet was placed in his hand, he let out a soft hiss, “Sss—”
Tan Rou paused, “Boss, are you injured somewhere?”
Hamillen immediately hastened his movements, “No, how could I be injured?”
Tan Rou noted that his hands were trembling slightly, but she didn’t say it out loud, instead, she said, “Oh, I just smelled some kind of medicinal scent, I thought you might be hurt.”
In reality, Tan Rou hadn’t smelled anything; the air was filled with the sweet scent of cotton candy and even with her sensitive nose, it was impossible to detect any medicinal odor.