My Lady is well

Shen Yueyao was speechless for a moment, but she felt a lot more relieved.

She knelt on the ground and waited for a while but he didn't speak. She wondered whether she should ask him what he planned to do with her.

What if he ordered it to be chopped down directly?

She thought it over carefully and decided, forget it, since he didn't mention it, she wouldn't ask.

The best strategy is to respond to ever-changing situations with constancy.

When the young eunuchs brought the memorials, Jing Ruzhang raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at her indifferently.

Seeing her lowering her head, I wondered to myself, what are you thinking about?

He frowned slightly, shook his head, and concentrated on reviewing the memorials.

Luo Zhong led the imperial physician in and bowed to the person seated.

"See the Emperor."

He didn't look up, but said calmly: "Let her see it."

Shen Yueyao tilted her head and glanced at the imperial physician. She had seen him yesterday, and he was the one who treated Lord Chen.

He should be Jing Ruzhang's imperial physician, and he usually wouldn't treat patients easily.

Does checking her wounds mean he won't kill her?

Otherwise, why bother?

But who knows his temper?

Maybe he was thinking of ways to make her die a more miserable death.

She frowned and rubbed her knees. Luo Zhong walked over quickly, glanced at the emperor who was concentrating, and lowered his voice deliberately for fear of disturbing him.

"Shen Cainu, why are you still kneeling?"

She didn't want to, but her legs were not handicapped and she couldn't stand up.

She whispered to Luo Zhong, "Please help me, Master Luo."

Luo Zhong was slightly surprised. He glanced at her feet and without delay helped her up.

"Oh, oh, oh. It's my fault for not thinking it through."

Then she made a gesture, and two palace maids on duty came over, helped her turn around the embroidered screen, and sat her on the Luohan soft chair by the window.

Doctor Lu felt her pulse, checked the injury on her foot, opened the stacked medicine boxes, took out a small white porcelain bottle from the bottom layer, and gave instructions.

"Shen Cainu is fine, she just sprained her ankle. Apply the compress to the red and swollen ankle three times a day. Just rest for half a month."

Shen Yueyao nodded slightly.

"Thank you, doctor."

Doctor Lu nodded calmly, walked to the desk and clasped his fists.

"Wei Chen retire."

Jing Ruzhang hummed lightly, his eyes focused on the letter in his hand, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

The palace maid gently applied the medicine to her and then respectfully withdrew.

Luo Zhong saw that she was wearing men's clothes and thought that it might not be convenient here.

Luhua Pavilion burned down, and the emperor brought her back without telling her where to place her.

It was not easy for Shen Cainu to make the emperor suffer like this, and he could not decide her whereabouts on his own.

I had no choice but to wait on her side and talk to her.

Shen Yueyao saw through the embroidery that the person at the desk was sitting upright, writing rapidly with an extremely serious expression, and there was not a trace of fear between his brows.

Her eyes were sparkling, her profile was sharp and distinct, her long eyelashes were half-drooped, and her lips were thin and handsome, which was very beautiful.

Shen Yueyao lay on the table and looked at him, thinking to herself, his appearance is still acceptable, but his temperament is really not commendable.

Sometimes just looking at him makes me feel like I've committed a capital crime. I wonder if he looks like this in front of Wen Xueshu as well?

The nature of an emperor is indeed not something that ordinary people can figure out, and I wonder if there is anyone in this world who can make him smile.

What does it feel like to hold the bright moon in your arms?

Hey, why bother with him?

It has nothing to do with her anyway.

Now that she's back here again, she doesn't plan to go through any more trouble.

Whether to live or die depends entirely on his mood.

Although she hated to put her fate in the hands of others, she was really tired of living in fear.

She decided to give up everything and die early to be reborn.

She propped herself up and crawled to the window, opened the window completely, and lay on the window sill, looking at the scenery outside the palace.

The sunlight melted the remaining snow, and drops of water fell from the eaves like a curtain. The glazed tiles washed by water were bright and dazzling.

The sun was shining brightly, her long black hair was scattered behind her, a few strands were brought to her snow-white cheeks, a faint smile was on the corners of her lips, and her whole body was glowing.

I don’t know how long I can see it, so I should not waste this good time.

Shen Yueyao was so absorbed in the scenery before her that she didn't notice at all that a pair of clear and elegant eyes were staring at her from behind.

A few strands of long hair fluttered in the wind, as if these hair were born to hang freely like this and should not be bound by those heavy gold hairpins and step-shaking ornaments.

The smile was so pure and shallow that even the sunlight seemed to favor her, casting a layer of soft light on her porcelain-white skin.

There is no more stunning beauty than this.

It's not just the slender figure hidden under this men's clothing, but also the free and unrestrained soul.

This is the real Shen Yueyao.

When she turned around, her clear eyes met his ink-black eyes.

She suppressed the smile on her lips, looked around with her sparkling eyes, then lowered her gaze, sat up straight, and placed her hands on her waist.

Are you hesitating whether to go down and pay him a respect?

Jing Ruzhang raised his sleeves, sat down beside her across the rosewood low table, and gave instructions.

"Send the lunch, and have it here."

He hadn't eaten since last night, and only now realized that he was starving. He turned his head to look at her and asked.

"Do you have any food you want to eat?"

Shen Yueyao thought she was hallucinating, so she raised her head and blinked twice in a daze.

From what he said, he wanted to treat her to a meal.

The ancients paid attention to having a good meal before death, commonly known as the "last meal".

Shouldn't...

Although she had prepared herself mentally, she still couldn't help but feel scared when the time came.

Her eyes suddenly filled with tears as she looked at him, feeling aggrieved and stubborn.

Seeing that his eyes were calm, she lowered her head again.

It would be useless even if I begged him, so I might as well not ask.

For the last meal, she said she would never let herself down.

She looked up and asked Luo Zhong: "Anything is OK?"

Luo Zhong said with a smile: "Of course, what does Shen Cainu want to eat?"

Shen Yueyao didn’t care much about food, but she had a close friend who loved eating. She once took her to a food culture festival, and she remembered quite a few dishes.

She sniffed and said, "The fourth-grade dried fruits are milk white dates, honey peanuts, walnut sticky, and Heyi cakes. The fourth-grade candied fruits are candied water chestnuts, candied cherries, candied red fruits, and candied golden dates. The fourth-grade cakes are red bean paste rolls, chestnut cakes, pea yellow, and red bean cakes. As for the seven-grade appetizers, there are ginger fish fillets, spiced pigeon, braised prawns, sweet and sour lotus root, salted beef, natural abalone, shrimp roe and winter bamboo shoots. The soup is the first-grade official bird's nest. This..."

Cough cough--

Luo Zhong lowered his head and coughed to interrupt her, indicating her not to continue speaking. He glanced at the person next to her, motioning her to look over there.

She slowly turned her head and looked at him with aggrieved eyes, tears welling up in her eyes. She saw that he was looking at her with a sullen brow.

In fact, she had more than a dozen dishes in her mind, but seeing his gloomy face, she was not going to be so generous.

She asked timidly: "Just... like this, is it okay?"