Blissful Days After Widowhood - Chapter 461

After a long while, Feng Yu concluded, “The more powerful a person is, the more cautious he should be in his words and deeds. I have heard that some emperors in history, even if they were served their favorite dishes, could only taste three mouthfuls of the dishes at most, just to prevent others from discovering their preferences.”

Gu Ye nodded thoughtfully and said, “It was the lady of the Lu family who was disrespectful to my mother, and I showed disgust. So only then did Xiao Luzi speculate on my intentions, thinking that I wanted to take action against her.”

“That’s the truth,” Feng Yu agreed, looking at him with burning eyes. “Your Royal Highness, he will not be the only person in front of you, there will be countless people around you. Right now, it’s just Xiao Luzi, but what if it were ministers willing to risk everything in the future? They could interpret your intentions, and their actions could have far-reaching consequences, much greater than the minor jest we witnessed.”

Gu Ye nodded thoughtfully.

After pondering for a moment, Feng Yu continued, “There is one thing I think Your Highness said yesterday was right. He is him, and I am me. My grandmother and father…”

As he spoke, Feng Yu smiled wryly and shook his head. “It’s really absurd. If there is a next time when Your Highness really wants to deal with them, you don’t need to worry about me.”

Gu Ye had long been annoyed by Duke Lu’s family, but his friendship with Feng Yu sometimes made it difficult for him to act. He was afraid of hitting a mouse and hurting a jade bottle. But he didn’t expect Feng Yu to take the initiative to say such a thing.

Feng Yu had blood ties with Mrs. Qin and Feng Yuan, so being able to say such a thing naturally meant that Gu Ye held a more important place in his heart than they did.

Gu Ye’s eyes were moist as he said, “Ah Yu, why are you so good?”

He had been taking classes for a while, and many times Eldest Master Wen would teach them history. Since ancient times, there have been many critical ministers behind revolutionary Emperors, but he wasn’t even a crown prince yet, let alone an Emperor, and he already had a good teacher and friend like Feng Yu. His luck was truly amazing.

Feng Yu cupped his hands and replied, “Compared to what Your Highness has done for me, I haven’t done anything yet. Although it’s too early to say these words, there will be plenty of time…”

Gu Ye interrupted him, saying, “It must be that I have done a lot of good things in my usual times. The Gods and Buddha must be very satisfied with it. That’s why they let you come to me.”

Feng Yu’s loyal words stuck on his lips, and he couldn’t help laughing. 

 ……

At the same time, in a wing of the nunnery in the suburbs of Beijing, Shen Hanchun shivered several times in a row.

Sitting across from her were two doctors from Duke Ying’s household.

These two physicians had previously cared for both Wu Zhong and Shen Hanchun, shuttling between Duke Ying’s household and the nunnery. Since Wu Zhong could walk and talk, they remained in the nunnery.

In contrast, Shen Hanchun kept experiencing recurring episodes of illness.

After her dismissal from Duke Ying’s household, Shen Hanchun spent some time recuperating outside and appeared to be improving. She was able to leave her bed and move freely.

Typically, her symptoms worsened during winter but improved in spring when the weather was warmer.

During that time, before spring arrived, she seemed to be recovering, and the two doctors continued treating her as if nothing were wrong.

Unexpectedly, after a month, her condition deteriorated, and she began coughing up blood once more.

Her pulse still appeared normal. After the two imperial doctors finished checking her pulse, they exchanged glances and decided to allow her to rest and recover. They also prescribed some warm and nourishing soup for her to continue consuming.

The two doctors left and boarded the carriage heading back to the city.

The younger of the two imperial physicians couldn’t help but say, “Last time, Shen’s illness appeared to be baseless. After listening to the explanations from the senior doctor, I began to suspect that it might be a matter of fate. During this time, I’ve delved into various classics and even picked up a few techniques in physiognomy.”

The older imperial doctor inquired, “What did you observe then?”

“Well,” the younger doctor replied, “Just as one’s palm reveals much, a person’s countenance changes with their circumstances. Shen Hanchun’s face appears dark, as if the heavens have collapsed, her eyes are unfocused, and she seems lost between sobriety and inebriation…”

“In simpler terms, Shen Hanchun’s appearance resembles that of a soul nearing the end of its journey; I fear she may only have a few days left to live.”

Having spoken, he seemed rather certain. The older doctor quickly grasped the situation and responded, “His Majesty entrusted us with caring for the Duke, who has now recovered. It’s time for us to return to the palace.”

In any case, as long as she didn’t pass away while they were in attendance, their reputation would remain untarnished.