graceful

Ning Chen was embarrassed, especially when he was caught by Liu Dequan, but he remained calm.

"Isn't I sick? Where else can I lie if not on the couch?"

Liu Dequan was stunned for a moment, but the prince was not sick at all. He was strong and healthy than a bull.

Good fortune comes instantly.

Liu Dequan understood immediately.

Your Highness is pretending to be sick in order to reconcile with the Concubine.

"I understand. I will go and tell the Concubine right away."

Ning Chen waved his hand impatiently and lowered his voice. The master and servant were like thieves.

"Hurry up and go, what are you standing here for?" What if everyone leaves later?

However, he did not say the latter sentence, but Liu Dequan said that he understood.

And at this time Tang Yu was outside.

He first glanced at the inner room warily, then slowly walked to the table.

There was a stack of memorials on the desk, some of which had been reviewed and some of which were not yet completed.

Suddenly, she took a look and was about to leave, but she saw the memorials about the Prime Minister's Mansion and the Old Duke's Mansion.

Out of curiosity, Tang Yu carefully opened it...

The footsteps of Liu Dequan were getting closer.

……

Liu Dequan came out with a worried look on his face.

"My Lady Concubine, His Highness has fallen asleep, but his brows are knitted together and he still looks uncomfortable. He is still muttering your name. Please go in quickly, Your Highness."

Tang Yu looked anxious, "Why don't we ask the imperial physician to take your pulse and prescribe medicine? It's only been one night, how could His Highness be so seriously ill?"

Then he lowered his eyes, somewhat blaming himself, "Could it be that I...I drove His Highness out of Yunqing Palace yesterday, and it was windy at night, so His Highness caught a cold?"

Liu Dequan pretended to wipe away his non-existent tears and immediately refuted.

"Your Highness, please don't blame yourself. The palace doctor felt your pulse and said that your Highness didn't have a cold, but a heart disease. Alas, your Highness doesn't know that your Highness blamed himself on the way back to Zhaoyang Palace yesterday. He kept telling me that he had wronged you, and that he was overly worried, so... Alas, your Highness, please don't be angry with your Highness."

"I have never seen Your Highness care so much about anyone, except for you, Your Highness. You are the apple of your eye."

Tang Yu looked moved on the surface, but in fact he was calm inside.

I even wanted to laugh a little.

If she hadn't seen the memorials reviewed on the desk and the force of the pen strokes, she would have really thought that Ning Chen was sick.

"Okay, thank you, Chief Steward Liu. I will go in and see His Highness first."

Manager Liu nodded repeatedly, "Hey, hey, hey, I'll go guard outside."

Tang Yu walked to the bed and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Who did this to Ning Chen? In order to show that he looks sick, the powder on his lips is floating up. It's too obvious. He must be trying to fool a fool.

But she still pretended to be serious, sitting beside the couch and holding Ning Chen's big hand with calluses from years of holding weapons.

"Your Highness, please get well soon. I am really worried."

Tears fell on Ning Chen's big hands.

It was like a tiny, fragile teardrop fell on his heart.

He felt it was scalding hot.

Ning Chen originally wanted to pretend for a while longer and enjoy Tang Yu's care for him.

But this tear made him unable to pretend any longer.

He sat up immediately and held Tang Yu in his arms.

The delicate and soft body of the woman in his arms was the softness that he had missed many times in his dreams at midnight.

"Yu'er, don't cry. I feel sad when you cry. I'm not sick! Really! It's all fake, look!" Ning Chen wiped off the white powder on his lips, and his thin lips regained their rosy color.

There's no sign of illness at all.

Tang Yu was stunned.

"Your Highness? You are not ill?"

Ning Chen was embarrassed.

"Uh, not sick."