Yu Shu put on a fiery red dress under the service of the palace servants. The dress made of tulle fell slightly to the ground, which was perfect for Yu Shu with skin as white as snow.
She walked to the table where a bunch of memorials were placed, and pointed to the table next to it that Xuan Ping had specially asked to move.
"I have been physically exhausted recently and cannot handle so many memorials. Prime Minister Lu came over to help me."
No emperor would ask his ministers to handle memorials on his behalf, so Lu Wenyu immediately refused.
"This is an overstep of the rules, and I dare not do it."
This man was still so disobedient. Yu Shu walked up to Lu Wenyu and pressed her jade fingers against his chest.
"I am the empress and you are a minister. Why, I can't give you orders?"
"Prime Minister Lu is so brave. I just wonder if the Lu family has the same courage as Prime Minister Lu and can bear the emperor's wrath."
Yu Shu had not slept well because of that damn dream and was in a bad mood. Lu Wenyu was still acting so rigid. She couldn't hold back her anger and started threatening people.
The empress's fingers were as beautiful as green onions, and her nails were not painted with the dandelion that ladies like, but were naturally pink.
The round fingertips pressed against his chest, neither light nor heavy, but Lu Wenyu felt as if his body was frozen, unable to move.
Lu Wenyu looked at the empress who was staring at him intently, and felt helpless. The empress' tone sounded violent, but her eyes were bright and pure, and there was no trace of her being able to deal with people at will.
Who would believe him if he said murder with such a face?
The empress was willful and did not know that letting her ministers read the memorial would have a great impact, but Lu Wenyu could not pretend not to know and just went with the flow.
"Your Majesty, if I help you handle the memorial, there will be one or two. There have been countless times. Over a long period of time, if I have thoughts that I shouldn't have, what should I do, Your Majesty?"
Seeing that Lu Wenyu was thinking about her wholeheartedly, Yu Shu put down her hand, took a few steps back, poured herself a cup of hot tea, took a sip, pointed at the dozen or so folds on the other side of the table and said.
"Am I such a stupid person in Xiang Lu's heart?"
Just kidding, if any memorial was shown to Lu Wenyu, a courtier who would betray her, she would be raising her own poison.
"Don't worry, I have already asked Xuan Ping to review this memorial. I will handle the memorials here by myself. As for the other memorials, I will have to worry about Prime Minister Lu."
After saying that, Lu Wenyu's brows relaxed a little, but he still hesitated.
Yu Shu is too hard, so she can only have a soft one.
She held her forehead to show her weakness. Not long after Yu Shu came out of the cold palace, her body was still thin. In addition, she had not fully recovered from the cold she had contracted two days ago. Her face was a little pale, and she really looked like she was feeling unwell.
Seeing this, Lu Wenyu really thought that she was really uncomfortable. Seeing her delicate body swaying and about to fall to the ground, he no longer cared about the difference between monarch and minister, and hurriedly supported her.
After holding the empress' hand and feeling the soft and warm touch on the empress' arm, Lu Wenyu's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to let go, but he was worried that the empress was weak and there was no one in the palace, so he could only suppress the panic in his heart and put it aside. The empress helped her to the bed.
"If your Majesty feels uncomfortable, I can call the imperial doctor over."
Yu Shu was pretending to be ill, so she naturally didn't need to see an imperial doctor.
She waved her hands and said, "I just feel a little tired. I don't need to bother the doctor. But I have to deal with so many memorials. I don't know if my body can hold on."
As Yu Shu spoke, she sighed. With her pale face and this helpless sigh, she didn't look like a lazy emperor who deliberately pushed the work to his ministers.
Lu Wenyu looked at her. Without his support, the empress' waist was weak, her lips turned white, and her eyes were full of trust when she looked at him.
His fingers were curled up, but he couldn't bear to watch the empress collapse from exhaustion. He turned around and moved the large pile of memorials to the table aside, sharpened his ink, and bent over to review the memorials.
(End of chapter)
