Light Dance Jiajing

"Wait a minute." Seeing that Shang'er was about to be dragged out, Meng'er spoke out to stop her. She slowly stood up, walked in front of Shang'er, stood there for a long time, suddenly squatted down and put the bracelet back on Shang'er's wrist, then turned her back to the emperor and said, "Consider this bracelet a reward from me to her. Let's forget about this matter." After Meng'er said this, she felt exhausted all over and was about to lose her balance. The emperor hurried over to support her, but Meng'er gently pushed him away, called Luluo in, and then walked out with Luluo's support without looking back.

Mei'er felt weak, and her hand that was supporting Luoluo was shaking. Luoluo carefully supported her and said worriedly, "Princess, please go to the room and rest for a while." The West Warm Pavilion was nearby, but Mei'er insisted on bypassing it. She gritted her teeth and ordered Luoluo, "Return to Changchun Palace."

Although Luoluo didn't know what happened, she knew that Meng'er was very upset, so she had to carefully support her and walk forward. Wherever Meng'er went, a group of servants followed her. Meng'er frowned and ordered Luoluo, "Tell them to go down and don't follow me in the future." The two walked a distance, and Meng'er's body was still shaking. She felt angry in her heart, as if her heart was being filed by a blunt knife. Her breathing became heavier. Meng'er felt her body becoming more and more stiff, and every step she took seemed to be carrying a thousand pounds. The weight of her body almost fell on Luoluo. Luoluo gritted her teeth and supported her. The two walked forward with difficulty. They saw a pavilion in front of them, a dozen steps away, but they couldn't get there.

Luoluo had to stop to catch her breath. Meng'er closed her eyes and her face was as white as paper. Luoluo was frightened and was anxious and at a loss. At this moment, a few palace maids passed by. Luoluo's eyes lit up and she quickly called to them, "Come here and help me hold the princess." Before she finished speaking, someone suddenly came up from behind, held Meng'er from the other side, and then picked up Meng'er sideways.

The action was too fast and Luoluo didn't react. When she looked again, it was the emperor who picked up Mian'er. Luoluo and the palace maids knelt down quickly. The emperor ignored them and strode back with Mian'er in his arms. Mian'er glared at him and said, "Put me down." The emperor ignored her and walked forward. Mian'er wanted to struggle, but her body was out of control. She was still shaking and couldn't exert any strength until the emperor carried her back to the west warm pavilion. The imperial physician arrived soon and after a diagnosis, he said that it was exhaustion caused by emotional fluctuations. The imperial physician guided Mian'er to hold her breath and then exhale. After a series of actions, Mian'er's stiff body slowly softened, but she was still shaking. The imperial physicians breathed a sigh of relief and said that she would be fine after a rest.

Everyone in the room left, and only the two of them were left. Meng'er closed her eyes and didn't want to look at him. The emperor sat beside her, sighed for a long time, and wanted to explain, but his words fell silent. He slowly leaned down and kissed Meng'er on the forehead, then turned and walked out. Meng'er opened her eyes, and tears flowed uncontrollably. She got into the quilt and burst into tears. She didn't know how long she cried until all her strength was used up, and then she fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up again, she felt her eyelids were so sore and swollen that it was difficult to open them. Luluo had been guarding by her side. When the emperor went out, he asked her to take care of Meng'er. She had been guarding by the bed. Seeing Meng'er crying sadly, she also shed tears. Now that Meng'er woke up, Luluo hurriedly asked someone to tell the emperor that Meng'er had slept for a whole day. The imperial physician had come to see her and said that there was nothing serious. However, the emperor was worried and ordered them to stay outside and not leave. Soon the emperor arrived with several imperial physicians. The emperor was relieved until the imperial physicians confirmed that the princess was fine.

Luoluo helped Mei'er sit up and served her some water. Then the meal was served, millet porridge with a few side dishes. The imperial physician said that the princess was weak and should not be fed too quickly, so he prescribed a light menu. The emperor sat by the bed and brought a bowl over. He scooped a spoonful of porridge to Mei'er's mouth, but Mei'er turned her head away. The emperor put down the bowl silently. Luoluo told him how long Mei'er had been crying. He also felt bad about blaming himself, but he had already hurt her heart. What could he do to make up for it? He was silent for a while and said, "Xiaonan, it's my fault, I..." He didn't know what to say again. After a while, he took Mei'er's hand and put it on his heart, "There is only you here, Xiaonan, believe me, my heart is very small, and it can only hold one person, and that's you."

Meng'er let him hold her hand, turned her head and looked at him blankly. Suddenly, her eyes moved, and she vaguely saw the seven or eight terrible grooves on his wrist. Her heart softened suddenly. Meng'er took his hand and gently stroked the wound that had long healed. He could do this for her and risk his life. At this moment, she could not hate him anymore. Tears flowed from her eyes again. The emperor hurriedly took a handkerchief to wipe her tears, but Meng'er held his hand and looked at him in tears. She put her hand on his heart and choked up and said, "Am I really the only one here?"

The emperor held her hand and nodded vigorously: "I swear, there is only you here, in this life, forever and ever, you are the only one in my heart."

Mei'er closed her eyes with tears in her eyes and said softly, "Forget it, as long as you have me in your heart, that's enough." The emperor embraced Mei'er in his arms and held her tightly, as if she had been lost and regained. He was too afraid of losing her. Mei'er sniffed the familiar scent on his body and let her tears flow freely. So be it, as long as his heart was hers, nothing else mattered.

The days passed peacefully, as if nothing had happened. Shang'er was no longer seen in the East Warm Pavilion. Meng'er secretly inquired and learned that Shang'er had been transferred to another place. But she also heard by chance that the emperor had gone to see Shang'er. Meng'er had long been numb to this matter. She had let it go. Why did they have to be so secretive? Was it because of her? Alas! Why bother?

Meng'er simply called Shang'er over, and Shang'er was taken to the East Warm Pavilion nervously. The emperor's smiling face froze instantly when he saw Shang'er following in. He looked at Meng'er uneasily, but Meng'er smiled and said, "Isn't Shang'er on duty here? She didn't make any mistakes, so why was she demoted somewhere else?" The emperor didn't dare to respond casually and chose to remain silent cautiously. Meng'er continued, "I think it's better for her to serve here. Your Majesty won't have any objection, right?" The emperor still didn't speak. What objection could he have? But what did Meng'er mean by doing this? Was she testing him?