The stark white palace city is like a huge extremely cold iceberg, and everyone in the palace is walking on thin ice and cautious.
Under layers of white flags, Zhu Suxing personally escorted his father's coffin to the Mausoleum of Emperor Wuying. Zhu Weizhen did not go with him. She stayed with her mother and queen. The mother and daughter stayed up all night, each with their own concerns.
After staying up all day and night, Xu Zhihuai's legs were stiff. Pain came from all directions and seeped into every bone. She couldn't sleep even when she lay down. The pain was endless, irritating her tired and fragile nerves.
After a while, Mu Xiuwan lifted the curtain and came in. She was also dressed in white, with a small white flower on her hair.
"Sister, An'er slept well last night. Let me wipe her face with a wet handkerchief."
Xu Zhihuai looked at her with squinted eyes. He didn't even have the strength to move his fingers: "Thank you."
"Sister, you're welcome. I'll come as soon as I go."
Mu Xiuwan gently brought the basin, soaked the square handkerchief, and gently wiped her cheeks.
Xu Zhihuai's face was not painted with makeup, and his fair and clear skin was a bit thin. If he rubbed it too hard, he would leave red marks.
"Sister, you have worked really hard."
Mu Xiuwan wiped her face and wiped her hands: "Sister, please take a nap for a while. I will accompany An An'er during lunch."
Xu Zhihuai hummed softly.
In a daze, she saw Mu Xiuwan's leaving figure. After an unknown amount of time, a palace maid came over to add water and charcoal, and the warm air became even more hypnotic.
Half asleep and half awake, she heard some movement again.
The robes were caressed and rustled, and the cold air rushed towards his face.
Xu Zhihuai frowned slightly and opened his eyes to look, only to see darkness.
Then, a biting chill covered her cheeks.
Xu Zhihuai seemed to be struck by cold and merciless lightning, and woke up instantly. She opened her eyes wide, but what she saw was still full of darkness.
The tip of her nose moved and she smelled a faint moist smell.
Xu Zhihuai reacted for a moment and then realized that there was someone in front of her. He was very close, so he could block all the light.
Xu Zhihuai stretched out his hand to push, and his palm touched a large area of dampness and coldness.
If you can't push, you can only retreat.
She moved her body and finally got a clearer look at the face of the person in front of her.
The ghostly purple face and the lifeless eyes.
He was like a lonely ghost who had been wandering for a long time, drifting quietly to her side.
"Wei Li?"
Xu Zhihuai breathed out softly, but the next second his cold hands covered his mouth and nose.
His hands were colder than those of a dead man.
Xu Zhihuai would not let him do whatever he wanted. He raised his hand to fumble with the hairpin on his head, pulled it out and stabbed his arm twice. This was already showing mercy, she could have stabbed him in the face.
The hairpin penetrated the flesh, and Wei Li had almost no reaction.
With his heavy body pressed down heavily, Xu Zhihuai warned in a low voice: "I'm going to call someone."
As soon as he said this, Wei Li sneered.
"Okay, let's shout, it's more lively when there are more people."
After speaking, he stood up straight, staggered back, and kept his distance from her.
Xu Zhihuai glanced at the blood-stained hairpin in his hand, his heart skipped a beat, and he threw it away: "Wei Li, are you crazy?"
Wei Li looked at her gloomily, the blood flowing from his arm dyed the white cloth on his body red. Xu Zhihuai stood up angrily and pushed him hard: "What on earth do you want to do?"
Wei Li took in the disgusted and alert expression on her face. He retreated to the table and sat down. He seemed very tired and was breathing heavily.
Xu Zhihuai looked at the outer hall and saw no one. He was frightened for no reason and asked, "How did you get in?"
"Walk in."
Wei Li spoke in a low voice, his hoarse voice sounding like it had been rubbed by rough sandpaper.
"You can't stay here, get out!"
Xu Zhihuai checked and tidied up his appearance as quickly as possible, then hurried to the door, wanting to call someone, but when he opened the door, there was no one in the yard.
Behind her, Wei Li continued hoarsely: "Now is the time when the palace's defenses are at their lowest. Everyone is busy burying the emperor. If you want to go to war and wake up your daughter, I don't mind."
Xu Zhihuai was furious and turned around to glare at him: "Why are you here?"
"Why am I here?"
Wei Li shrugged, looking like he was idle and said, "Everywhere is empty, only your place is more lively."
He wandered around Miyagi all night, until his legs and feet were numb with cold, until he was exhausted, and then an idea appeared in his slow mind.
He wanted to see her, very much, very much.
Xu Zhihuai breathed a sigh of relief and watched the blood stains on his arm spread. He simply said: "You can go elsewhere to heal your wounds. I can treat what happened just now as if it never happened."
"Xu Zhihuai, oh no, Ran Ningke!"
Wei Li snorted and said, "I don't need you to make arrangements. I can leave when I want and stay when I want."
"You are simply unreasonable!"
Wei Li slowly lowered his head, his shoulders drooped, and his long body leaned against the chair behind him, looking very awkward.
"If you don't leave, I will send someone to ask for the eldest princess. Wei Li, don't think that no one can control you."
After hearing this, Wei Li still slumped motionless on the chair, not even raising his head.
"Wei Li!"
Xu Zhihuai raised his voice and at the same time noticed something was wrong with him.
His head dropped lower and lower.
Xu Zhihuai's eyes flashed with confusion, and he walked up to him after a moment, stretched out his hand and pushed him. The force was not half as strong as before, but he pushed him down.
Wei Li slipped from the chair and fell to the ground with a "dong" sound.
Xu Zhihuai was startled and shouted loudly for someone.
After a while, the sleepy palace maids arrived. They were frightened and panicked when they saw Wei Li who had fainted on the ground.
"Don't be stunned, hurry up and find the imperial doctor."
Xu Zhihuai gave an order and then remembered something: "Find a few strong people to carry the Qingyi Marquis to the side hall to rest."
After they dispersed, Xu Zhihuai knelt down and reached out to touch Wei Li's forehead. It was indeed very hot.
His hands were cold and his forehead was hot. He must have had a high fever for a while.
The imperial doctors rushed over and were a little embarrassed when they saw the Marquis of Qingyi, who was unconscious due to high fever, appearing in the prince's chamber.
Xu Zhihuai said calmly: "You just need to heal the Marquis, and I will take care of the rest."
Wei Li was infected with wind and cold, and the heat evil was raging. He was in urgent need of decoction to dispel the wind and cold, as well as cold compress and acupuncture. As for the wound on his arm, although it was deep, it was nothing serious.
After struggling for a long time, the fever has subsided a little, but I am still confused.
Xu Zhihuai told Jinhua to be optimistic about Zhu Qingruo and never take her out of the room.
She had been staying by Wei Li's side, not because she cared, but because she was worried that he would go crazy and play tricks again.
