How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

[Host, Mother Song's body was poisoned by a hidden attack. After you were born, this poison was transferred to your body.]

[Plus, you were born prematurely. Even a deity couldn't help you in this situation.]

[I can only slowly help you recuperate. There is a way that if you take that medicine, your body can temporarily recover.]

[But this will accelerate your death, host, do you want it?]

The system searched through all the medical books in the database, but no one was willing to help the host. This only meant that this body could only live for three years.

If there are too many, then the laws of this world won't allow it. The laws of this world are so damn stingy. (＞﹏＜)

"...Well, that's fine. Please help me prepare something. It's better to be prepared. What if I really need it?"

[good. ]

Even if there were candles lit in the room, they would flicker.

He suddenly longed for the beautiful scenery outside, but his body made his heart heavy again.

Xiaolu gently opened the door, came in with a bowl of medicine, and called softly, "Master, are you awake? It's time to take the medicine."

Why do I feel like: Dalang, it’s time to take medicine~

Song Wenjing was amused by his own thoughts and couldn't help coughing lightly.

When Xiaolu heard the young master coughing, he looked up in confusion, "Young master, what's wrong? Has the illness relapsed?"

"Nothing..." It is said that bitter medicine is good for the disease, but when you really have to take medicine every day, who can understand this feeling of collapse?

After drinking the medicine, Song Wenjing asked, "Have the plum blossoms in the yard bloomed?"

"Sir, not yet."

"Oh, go out, I want to be alone."

"Yes..." The deer sighed in his heart. When he walked into the yard, he looked at the plum blossoms in the yard. The plum blossoms had not bloomed yet, but he could still smell their fragrance.

Maybe it's not the scent of plum blossoms.

The next morning, there was a pot of hibiscus on the table, blooming brightly and its fragrance could be smelled from afar.

Seeing Song Wenjing wake up, Xiaolu said like a deer asking for credit: "Sir, take a look. Do you like it? This hibiscus blooms so brightly in the autumn."

"Well, very good. The weather is better today, take me for a walk." He had a feeling that he had to save someone.

"Okay, okay." Gongjie wanted to go out for a walk every day, and the little deer didn't dare to stop him.

The young master is the master and he is the servant. If he behaves too impudently, he will make the young master unhappy again. He just hopes that the young master can calm down.

"Sir, the prince just sent a letter saying he had found a ginseng and has sent it here as fast as he can."

"Maybe after you eat this ginseng, your illness will be cured." He knew it was just comforting words, but what if?

The young master has used ginseng to regulate his body since he was a child, but he still has fantasies.

"...Um, is he...alright? Did His Majesty give him any trouble? Or did the ministers contradict His Majesty? Did they show any disrespect to His Majesty?"

"Your Majesty...you have lost weight..." Song Wenjing had also inquired about Mo Rong'an's deeds in the past few months.

As he asked, he couldn't help but think of An An!

"Ah? Everything is fine in this world. His Majesty has not made things difficult for the prince. You can rest assured." Xiaolu's tone became more and more hesitant as he spoke.

"...Your Majesty... How dare those ministers contradict Your Majesty? Your Majesty holds immense power. No one dares to contradict His Majesty."

"Who in the whole world has the guts to disrespect His Majesty? Your Majesty... whether you have lost weight or not... I don't know."

"I just heard that the floods in the north are giving His Majesty a headache. He has been discussing flood control with his ministers these days."

"Xiaolu saw these things in the prince's letter. I wonder if they are true or false?" Sometimes, when Song Yunqing sent letters from the capital, nine times out of ten, Song Wenjing was in a coma.

So in order to better understand what the prince wrote in the letter, Xiaolu usually reads it first.

When Song Wenjing didn't even have the strength to get up, he would tell Song Wenjing everything he saw in the letter.

"Ah? Yes, really..." That's not right!

Song Wenjing thought about it. When he was with Mo Rong'an in modern times, Mo Rong'an always expressed intentionally or unintentionally that he had a bad life in his previous life.

Although he had no memory of his past life, he knew from the secret guards that he was a puppet emperor. The palace maids would always bully him, beat him, and not give him food (*￣m￣).

In the middle of winter, they made him wear only his underwear and threw him outside to feel the temperature of ice and snow. He stayed outside in the wind and snow for a whole night.

When he was carried back to the palace in the morning, he caught a cold and almost lost his life.

The Queen Mother disliked him and always found reasons to punish him. From time to time, he would be beaten with a few boards, and sometimes he would be made to kneel on nails.

When he was disobedient, he would be locked in a small dark room and not given any food. He would be hungry for three whole days before he would be given a cold and hard steamed bun.

"Your Majesty must have had a difficult childhood, right?^?, with such a fragile body, how could he possibly withstand the vicious gazes of those evildoers?"

Xiaolu didn't understand what the young master wanted to say, but he still said truthfully: "Your Majesty's childhood was indeed quite miserable. He lost his mother the moment he was born."

"But ever since Your Majesty accidentally met the late emperor when he was three years old, the late emperor saw that Your Majesty was gifted and intelligent, possessing extraordinary wisdom and quick to understand."

"Your Majesty has been favored by the late emperor since he was three years old. Otherwise, you would not have inherited the throne. It was also Your Majesty's wish that the Empress Dowager rule the country from behind the curtain."

"Empress Dowager... There were rumors in the palace that the Empress Dowager disliked Your Majesty. Later, the late Emperor arranged for Your Majesty to be relocated, and you only saw her a few times throughout the year."

“Most people know these things.”

"This... is indeed quite tragic..." Xiaolu didn't understand why the young master's eyes showed disbelief.

Anyway, he felt that His Majesty was quite capable. At that time, His Majesty was only six years old. Even if there was no Queen Mother, there would be other people who wanted that position.

Wouldn't it be more effective to use the Queen Mother as a shield? At that time, the Queen Mother's maternal family held half of the power. With them as a backer, Your Majesty would have fewer worries.

Now, the Queen Mother's maternal family has been stripped of all rights and driven back to their ancestral home by His Majesty because of a crime. If it weren't for the Queen Mother's plea, they might have faced the extermination of all nine clans.

Now everyone says that Your Majesty cares about family ties, that Your Majesty is kind and merciful, and that he is a benevolent emperor.

"Huh?" Song Wenjing was stunned. No way! Your script and my script seem to be different (,,???,,).

"Sir, is there something wrong?"

"Ahem... No, you go out first. I'll calm down. Have someone prepare the carriage."

Xiaolu opened the door and walked out, confused. Why did he feel that what he said was not what the young master wanted to hear? Could it be that the young master wanted to hear about the tragic past of His Majesty?