Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

After the court session, Chu Ziang asked Chu Yan to follow him to the imperial study.

Even this old kid couldn't keep secrets. As soon as he entered, he rolled his eyes and asked, "Uncle, did you force your concubine to be taken away by force?"

Chu Yan looked down at him with a blank expression on his face, "Your Majesty, are you going to punish me?"

It took Chu Ziang a long time to realize that Chu Yan's words were tacit approval of his impeachment.

"Uncle, you taught me not to abuse my power, why are you still doing this?"

At this time, Chu Yan had already sat down at the table on the left side of the imperial study and took a sip of the hot tea that the palace servant had just brought in.

"That is a restriction on the Emperor, and besides." He put down the teacup, his voice sounded lazy, perhaps because the tea warmed his stomach.

"Besides, I have come to this position just for my wife."

Chu Ziang wanted to say something, but Chu Yan stood up and pulled him over the shoulder and took him to sit at the main desk in the imperial study.

"Your Majesty, please review all the memorials today."

The young emperor Chu Ziang's face drooped instantly. Chu Yan didn't want to care about the imperial concubine, coercion, or impeachment anymore!

He looked at Chu Yan with sharp eyes, trying to persuade his uncle to pick simple cases for him to deal with as he did before, but in the end he only saw his cold back as he turned and left.

Chu Yan got on the sedan chair and returned to Qianlong Palace. As he was carried on the palace road, he coughed up black blood again.

Originally he just felt some chest tightness, but now it is getting worse.

When he arrived at Qianlong Palace, he walked lightly into the inner room where Jiang Qing slept.

Jiang Qing sat awake by the bed. After the acupuncture treatment, she felt much better.

The maid behind him brought two bowls of black medicinal soup.

Chu Yan reached out and took a bowl and sat on the bed. He stirred the still steaming medicine with a spoon, took a sip, put it to his lips and blew gently, then handed it to Jiang Qing.

"bitter."

Jiang Qing frowned as soon as he smelled the flavor and refused to drink it.

"obedient."

"You drink first."

Chu Yan had no choice but to withdraw his hand, put the medicine back in his hand, took another bowl, gently touched the wall of the bowl to check the temperature, and drank it all in one gulp.

Jiang Qing watched him drink the medicine, and a dark light flashed across his eyes.

Chu Yan repeated the action he took when he first came in and handed the medicine to Jiang Qing's mouth again.

This time Jiang Qing did not refuse and drank it sip by sip from Chu Yan's hand.

Drinking like this is actually quite tiring, but her hands don't have enough strength to hold the bowl, and Chu Yan doesn't dare to pour the entire bowl into Jiang Qing's mouth, so she can only drink it like this.

After spending the past few days together in a sometimes lucid and sometimes confused state, Jiang Qing was worn out and no longer wanted to ridicule Chu Yan.

The doctor was soon carried in. As soon as he was released, he hurriedly bowed, "Greetings to the Regent! Greetings to Princess Changning!"

The palace servants around him quickly lowered their heads, glanced at Jiang Qing cautiously, and then immediately stared at the crack on the ground.

Chu Yan frowned in disgust, but ultimately said nothing. He waved his hand and asked the others to leave.

The doctor then stood up and began to spread out the silver needles he carried with him.

Just as he was about to give Jiang Qing acupuncture, he turned his head and touched his nose, "Can the Regent step aside for a moment?"

Chu Yan stood there motionless, as cold as an iceberg.

The doctor had no choice but to perform acupuncture under Chu Yan's gaze. With his back to Chu Yan, his expression changed again and again.

Jiang Qing glanced at the doctor calmly and said, "You just drank the medicine, don't you want to rest?"

The one who asked this was Chu Yan. After hearing this, Chu Yan's coldness melted away for a moment, "I want to look at you."

The inner room fell silent, during which Jiang Qing and the doctor looked at each other inaudibly for a second, and then she closed her eyes.

After a while, the doctor removed the silver needles from the meridians on Jiang Qing's head and put them away, then stood beside the table with a submissive look.

Chu Yan raised his voice slightly and called for someone to come in and take the doctor away again.

Jiang Qing started to feel drowsy again after the acupuncture, and his eyes were hazy as he looked at Chu Yan walking towards him.

Chu Yan naturally saw Jiang Qing’s current condition, walked up to her, sat down and held her in his arms.

Jiang Qing, whose head was suddenly dizzy, smelled the cold fragrance on Chu Yan's body and couldn't help but murmured, "Ah Yan."

Chu Yan has become somewhat desensitized in the past few days. Originally, he couldn't stand hearing this name at all. As soon as he heard it, his eyes would turn red as if he wanted to strangle Jiang Qing to death in the next second.

Now he calmly laid her down on the bed, took out the Epiphyllum sachet from his sleeve and placed it beside Jiang Qing's pillow.

"Have a good sleep."

After he finished speaking, Jiang Qing gradually fell into a deep sleep.

Chu Yan looked at her peaceful sleeping face in a daze. The next second, he turned away from the bed, covered his lips and coughed out a mouthful of black blood.

Du Shan, who was guarding outside the door, heard the noise and quietly pushed the door open, then hurriedly supported Chu Yan and walked out.

The invited imperial physician carefully checked the patient's pulse and then fell to the ground in a panic.

"The regent's pulse is disordered. I don't know if it is caused by toxins or other external factors."

Chu Yan held his forehead with his hand, rarely showing tiredness in front of outsiders.

He also ordered Du Shan behind him to take the dregs of the medicine he drank today to the imperial physician for examination.

If this examination was not done properly, it would be a serious matter of losing one's head. The imperial physician knelt on the ground and examined it without blinking.

Half an hour later, cold sweat ran down the imperial physician's forehead. He stood up weakly and bowed to Chu Yan.

"Replying to the Regent, one of your herbs is incompatible with the original prescription, causing the pulse disorder... and it is also linked to the toxins that were originally retained in your body, causing the root of your illness..."

Chu Yan raised his eyes and was about to speak when a stream of black blood gushed out from his throat, staining the robe he had just changed.

At the same time, the secret guards hiding in the dark suddenly appeared, "Regent, General Chu just suddenly led his troops to approach the imperial city and announced that he was returning to the court!"

Chu Yan wiped the black blood with a white handkerchief and spoke hoarsely, "Send a message to the new emperor to go to the palace gate to greet him."

"Yes!"

At once, everyone in the palace began to move. The victorious return from guarding the border was worthy of the welcome from all the people.

Chu Rong sat on the back of a lean horse and marched step by step into the imperial city. His resolute face was filled with solemnity, and one could tell at a glance that he had experienced life-threatening situations on the battlefield.

The people on the streets of the imperial city saluted the soldiers with admiration, and Chu Rong could feel their eagerness.

He suddenly thought of Chu Yan, and the sharpness in his eyes almost became real.

Arriving at the gate of the imperial palace, Chu Ziang, who had just arrived on the city wall, stood at the first position and nodded to Chu Rong to show his respect.

The next second, when Chu Yan's eyes met his, there seemed to be gunpowder smoke in the air.

Chu Yan just turned his eyes away indifferently and no longer looked at Chu Rong's gloomy face.

Chu Rong's return was so sudden that no one was prepared for it, so his triumphal banquet was not held until three days later.

His legs had recovered and he no longer sat in a wheelchair as Jiang Qing had seen him before. He attended the morning court for three consecutive days after returning.

Jiang Qing's body recovered a lot after acupuncture and medication, and he was able to walk normally.

Officials from top to bottom of the court were all watching, but thinking that Chu Rong would not take action at the triumphal banquet, they felt relieved and went to the palace for the banquet.

Most of the triumphal banquets for military generals are somewhat wild. In addition to singing and dancing, there are also spectacular performances by some ferocious animals.

Chu Ziang sat in the main seat and watched with curiosity, but he forced himself to keep a calm expression.

Chu Rong was not impressed by Chu Ziang.

Chu Ziang is a member of the side branch. Later, Chu Ziang's father squeezed into the palace and lived there for a period of time in order to curry favor with the emperor. Finally, he passed the imperial examination and had his own mansion.

Because he was in the barracks all year round, he was rarely seen.

His murderous eyes stared at Chu Ziang intently, almost making him stand still and watch the performance without looking away.

When the song ended, Chu Rong came forward and toasted Chu Ziang with a glass of wine, but his tone was quite unfriendly: "I went to the border to guard for a year or so, and I never thought that when I returned to the imperial city, the dynasty had already changed and such a big change had occurred."

"The emperor is still young, and Chu is really worried."

He never mentioned Chu Yan, yet he was talking about Chu Yan everywhere.

The officials couldn't help but secretly cast their eyes on Chu Yan, but he just drank the wine in front of him calmly.