Back to the marriage proposal, helping the incompetent husband to rise to the top

Chapter 39: Asking for forgiveness
Ye Wanqing had already prepared a story for this question: "Qing'er likes Chu Anlan, and has failed the expectations of the Queen Mother, the Emperor, and my father and mother. I feel guilty and suffer."

"But the imperial physician clearly said that you have been suffering from this heart disease for some time." Emperor Fengyang was puzzled.

Ye Wanqing's eyes turned red: "It started about two or three years ago."

Emperor Fengyang was startled when he heard this.

Two or three years ago.

Some time ago, he ordered people to secretly investigate Ye Wanqing and Chu Anlan.

The spies reported that when Ye Wanqing was in the Imperial College, Ye Chenxi would pick her up and go home after class every day.

Chu Anlan has a good relationship with Ye Chenxi, so he went to pick her up too.

After that, she never contacted Chu Anlan again.

Could it be that she secretly developed feelings for him at that time?

She likes Chu Anlan and wants to marry him, but she is concerned about the expectations of her parents and elders, and whether Chu Anlan will marry someone else...

After a while, I started to feel worried.

That's quite reasonable.

Emperor Fengyang was silent for a long time before he said, "After the autumn hunt, when you return to the capital, you and Chu Anlan will hold the wedding ceremony first. In June next year, we will hold the wedding ceremony."

Ye Wanqing was very surprised and opened her eyes wide.

"Why are you standing there like an idiot?" Emperor Fengyang raised his brows slightly.

Ye Wanqing was extremely happy: "Qing'er thanks the Emperor for his help!"

Emperor Fengyang sighed and said, "In the end, I still think that Chu Anlan is just a straw bag. Whether you can turn waste into treasure depends on your ability..."

When we came out of the Bixiao Palace, it was already late at night.

Outside the hall, Chu Gongxuan and Ye Chenxi were still waiting for her in the corridor.

Seeing her come out, the two of them immediately went to greet her.

Ye Wanqing looked up at the two of them and said, "Sorry to have kept you waiting. Go back first."

On the way, Ye Chenxi secretly observed her expression several times and asked in confusion: "Sister, have you cried? Did the emperor scold you?"

Chu Gongxuan also looked at her.

Ye Wanqing shook her head: "I'm happy."

"Happy?" Ye Chenxi was even more puzzled: "Who is so happy that his eyes can turn red from crying?"

Chu Gongxuan explained for her: "This is called crying with joy."

"You don't understand." Ye Chenxi responded, "What I mean is, what kind of happy event can make my sister cry with joy?"

Chu Gongxuan touched his nose and said, "Of course it's a happy event."

"What good news?" Ye Chenxi asked him.

Chu Gongxuan rolled his eyes at him: "How should I know?"

The two of them asked and answered questions, and sent Ye Wanqing, who remained silent throughout, back to Tingxue Pavilion.

Chu Gongxuan bowed and said goodbye: "Cousin, I'm going back first."

Ye Chenxi asked him: "Cousin, can I sleep with you tonight?"

"No."

"I'll go!"

"I can not stand you!"

In the blink of an eye, the two of them walked away, talking and laughing.

Ye Wanqing watched them leave, then slowly withdrew her gaze and said to Yingxiang and Qianxi, "Remember to close the door. You should go to bed early. The palace is very safe. You don't have to stay here all night."

The two maids responded in unison.

Ye Wanqing carried a lantern and went into the room alone.

A man in a black nightgown sat beside the bed, smiling brightly: "You are finally back. I have been waiting for you for so long!"

Ye Wanqing was stunned: "You..."

"Shh!" Chu Anlan waved her hands wrapped like buns and pointed at the door behind her.

Ye Wanqing had no choice but to lock the door and hang the lantern on the rack beside the door, then walked towards Chu Anlan: "Why are you here, Prince?" Chu Anlan turned his back, revealing a fresh thorny bramble: "I deliberately carried this...what is it? I apologize to you."

Ye Wanqing took the thorn from Chu Anlan's back and asked with a smile, "Ask for forgiveness by carrying the thorn?"

The dim light made her look extremely bright.

"That's right!" Chu Anlan's ears felt hot. "I know the origin of this allusion! I just suddenly forgot about it."

"It's okay." Ye Wanqing's eyes fell on his hand, full of concern: "Does it hurt?"

Chu Anlan nodded: "It hurts." After saying that, his eyes became more angry: "The guards who were carrying out the execution hit me hard! They hit everyone else's left hand, but when it was my turn, they just used such a thick iron ruler to hit my right hand hard! My palm was broken, the skin was torn, and a lot of blood was flowing. It hurts so much!"

He stretched out his left hand and gestured for a while.

Ye Wanqing's eyes paused on his fingertips.

Today in the Bixiao Palace, he used his right hand to pull her up.

I guess the executioner was targeting him specifically.

Ye Wanqing retracted her gaze and said softly, "Sir, sit still. I'll go get you a bottle of golden wound medicine. It will heal faster if you apply it on your wound."

"Okay!" Chu Anlan became happy again.

Ye Wanqing stood up and poured him a glass of warm water, then went to look in the cabinet by the window, took out the medicine bottle and looked at it carefully.

She was urged by the Empress Dowager to learn etiquette since she was young, and her every move was gentle and generous.

Chu Anlan took a look and his ears turned red.

Ye Wanqing came over with two medicine bottles: "After you take this medicine back, change it once in the morning and once in the evening. Do not touch it with water."

Chu Anlan took the small porcelain bottle and asked, "Does the Sixth Prince have any?"

Ye Wanqing looked at him: "The emperor loves the Sixth Prince, and the Imperial Hospital will give him the best trauma medicine."

It turns out that he is the only one?
Chu Anlan was overjoyed.

He put the small porcelain bottle into his arms and calculated the time: "At 1:00 pm, the night patrol outside will be replaced. I have to take this opportunity to return to the Wind Chasing Pavilion. If you are discovered, it will be bad for your reputation."

Ye Wanqing nodded slightly: "I'll take you to the door."

She picked up the palace lantern and opened the door.

There is no moon tonight.

The stars in the sky seem to have been dipped in cool autumn water, sparkling and shining, and the bright silver light forms a long Milky Way that stretches across the distance.

Chu Anlan walked beside her: "Do you like stars?" Then he looked up at the starry sky above his head: "If you like, I will build a ladder and climb up to pick them for you!"

Ye Wanqing turned her head and looked at the youthful Chu Anlan, her voice softer than the night wind: "I am very happy that the prince has this heart. But I don't want the prince to pick stars for me. I just hope that the prince can be safe and happy, without illness and worries."

"That's a must!" Chu Anlan laughed extraordinarily. "When I was just born, a Taoist priest said that I had a good fate. He said that I was born to enjoy happiness and be rich and noble for the rest of my life."

Ye Wanqing nodded: "The Taoist priest is right."

He came into this world with a silver spoon in his mouth and lived happily until he was seventeen years old. When he left in his previous life, he was probably in a dream.

He passed away early and did not experience the exile that followed the fall of Prince Dun's palace.

What the Taoist said was not wrong.

"Qing'er." Chu Anlan suddenly called her in an extremely intimate manner.

Ye Wanqing raised her eyes.

It was the first time that Chu Anlan called her Qing'er when no one was around. He was excited but also a little shy: "It's getting late. I should go now."

Ye Wanqing's eyes were as curved as the moon: "Okay, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow! Good night!" After saying that, Chu Anlan ran out quickly.

Ye Wanqing closed the door, stood under the starry sky with a lamp in hand, looking at the brilliant galaxy, feeling better than ever before.

Outside Tingxue Pavilion.

It was the hour of Hai, and the night patrol guards stood in two neat and solemn rows, holding torches in their hands.

In the night wind, a man said sternly: "When patrolling at night, be alert and supervise each other. Don't slack off. If there is any disturbance, you must report it immediately..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

(End of this chapter)