The Regent’s Little Emperor (36)
The carriage finally arrived at the palace. The palace doors opened, and the carriage entered smoothly.
Xie Yunting’s wounds were rather serious, so a heap of imperial physicians rushed right up to treat him.
And Bai Weiwei returned to her own leaky-roof palace.
Gao Jixiang was so excited he laughed and cried.
After all the trouble of relieving his deluge of emotions, she wearily left to bathe.
When she bathed, the two buns fell out.
She silently thew them away. They definitely would have gone bad.
The dress was also taken off, revealing the strips of cloth that tightly bound her chest.
Bai Weiwei thought, even if it wasn’t bound, it was still an airport.
The original had been tied up for several years. With no space to develop, how could they be big.
She untied them. Sure enough, full of nothing.
Bai Weiwei wailed, “Slagstem, this is the first time that I’m this flat.”
System: “You manage to stick out? Aren’t they almost the same as before?”
Bai Weiwei: “Where are they almost the same? My real ones, although they aren’t billows1, they still have weight.”
System: “The difference between the poached egg and the boiled egg is not the egg. You’ll resent me again if I exchanged for two durians to give you to put on.”
Bai Weiwei silently retied the poached eggs to the flat pan. “Forget it, if it’s too big, it’ll be uncomfortable to bind them.”
After taking a bath and eating a meal, Bai Weiwei, wearing nothing but thin clothes, lay on the bed to rest.
The uninhabited palace suddenly exploded with a crowd of people.
Bai Weiwei abruptly woke up, but discovered it was Xie Yunting’s confidant eunuch who was always by his side.
The eunuch smiled politely. “Your Majesty, Tai Fu had me invite you.”
Bai Weiwei: “It’s so late, we are tired.”
The eunuch nodded, his smile remaining unchanged. “His Majesty is tired. Someone come, bring the sedan chair.”
Despite Bai Weiwei’s protests, she was placed on the palanquin.
Fortunately she was always careful, even sleeping with her chest bound and with clothes on.
So there was nothing to see.
When they arrived at Xie Yunting’s residence, she was forced to enter.
The moment she entered, she saw the lights were burning brightly.
A group of imperial physicians, frowning and worried.
Bai Weiwei came forward and saw that Xie Yunting was already unconscious.
His face was covered in a cold sweat, he was burning up, and he kept crying out, “Bai Wei, Your Majesty…”
The eunuch also came over. “Your Majesty, if this slave could give his opinion, Tai Fu had already fainted, but he kept calling out your name, so this slave asked you to come over.”
Bai Weiwei walked over, “Why, is it very serious?”
An imperial physician joined in, “The wound has gotten infected, causing Tai Fu’s fever to not go down. If it continues like this until tomorrow…”
The words trailed off, but Bai Weiwei understood.
If the fever continued until tomorrow, if he didn’t die, he’d burn his brain into a crisp and become an idiot.
Bai Weiwei came to his side. “Xie Yunting?”
Suddenly, someone tightly gripped her hand.
Xie Yunting opened his eyes. He was burning up to this point, but his eyes were still cold and terrifying.
He looked at her, determined, his hand refusing to let go.
Bai Weiwei, helplessly, “Where else can we go?”
Xie Yunting heard but didn’t react. “Not allowed to go, not allowed to go anywhere.”
Bai Weiwei: Was he fried stupid from the fever?
She could only sit by the bedside, let people cool him down, and give him medicine.
When the medicine was poured, Xie Yunting was at it again.
“Bitter, I won’t drink.”
Bai Weiwei was afraid that if he died, she’d fail her mission, so she held in her temper and coaxed him.
“Not bitter, you drink and see.”
Xie Yunting was feverish and confused, but he was still shrewd. “Not bitter, why don’t you drink.”
Bai Weiwei: “I’m not sick, I don’t need to drink.”
Xie Yunting: “I’m not sick.”
Bai Weiwei: “No, you’re sick, sick of behaving.”
1: 波涛汹涌: great turbulent waves.