Transmigrating into a Man's Wife: I Share the Pain with the Male Protagonist

Okay, I have a fever.

Doctor Su was called in overnight. After examining Lu Mingyun, he asked someone to change the medicine and clothes for him. Then he pinched Lu Mingyun's Ren Zhong point to wake him up and make him drink the medicine. During the whole process, Li Mofu helped to support him and acted as a human armchair.

Lu Mingyun's temperature was truly high. His face was flushed red, his brows furrowed in a frown, and he felt completely powerless. When the two of them were close together, the heat coming from him was like a furnace. Li Mofu felt like he was about to melt.

After struggling for a while, Lu Mingyun took the medicine and lay down. Doctor Su said that if the fever did not subside by tomorrow morning, he should be called back.

After drinking the medicine, Lu Mingyun seemed to feel a little better. He no longer groaned in pain, and his breathing became much more stable. He fell into a deep sleep again. Li Mofu had been sleeping all day, and even though he had just tossed and turned for a while, he still couldn't fall asleep, so he stared at the ceiling with his eyes open.

The feeling of sleeping next to someone is very different from sleeping alone, especially when that person makes some noises from time to time. For example, the sound of someone trying to turn over but pulling on a wound makes a muffled groan, the sound of someone turning their head, or the sound of someone scratching their back.

Li Mofu turned around and stared at Lu Mingyun for a while. In the darkness, he could only see a vague face. Lu Mingyun was still frowning even in his sleep, looking pitiful.

A strange feeling surged into Li Mofu's heart again. He turned over, faced Lu Mingyun and closed his eyes.

The next day, when Li Mofu got up, Lu Mingyun had already left. It was already noon, and Lu Mingyun did not come for lunch. He waited until lunch when Mo Yi came back.

"The Duke has returned home. This morning, His Majesty forgave his mistakes because he had served the country and made contributions. He only punished the Duke with ten strokes of the cane. Although the Duke was not in a good condition when he returned, at least he is still alive." Mo Yi whispered to Li Mofu.

Li Mofu blinked and thought, my goodness, his butt must be broken after ten blows. "How old is the Duke? Did you show any mercy in these ten blows?"

"...The Duke is almost sixty," Mo Yi sighed. "Your Majesty should be showing mercy. Now I just hope the Duke can pull through."

Li Mofu breathed a sigh of relief. It was enough that he showed mercy and didn't use too much force. Otherwise, there was no way such an old man could survive.

When Lu Mingyun returned that evening, Li Mofu specifically inquired about the condition of Duke Zhao and Zhao Xu. Lu Mingyun told him that Duke Zhao had simply suffered some damage due to his age, but that he would definitely be able to get through it. As for Zhao Xu, his condition had improved significantly since Duke Zhao was brought out.

However, some things are always beyond the realm of "should," "definitely," and "maybe," because some inside stories are not accessible to outsiders. Duke Zhao seemed to be eating, drinking, and sleeping well in prison, but who knew what he was really going through?

There are some things that outsiders will never know unless the person involved tells them.

But they could see from the results that something else was going on.

Three days later, the two Lu brothers and Wang Ruiyan were going to visit Duke Zhao at his mansion. As for Marquis Wu'an, he had already gone there on his own, and since Duke Zhao came out, he started to go to the palace frequently again, so he did not go with them.

Li Mofu took this opportunity to follow them to the Duke of Zhao's Mansion. On the way, he met Zuo Zheng, with whom he had agreed to go together. Zuo Zheng was riding a horse next to their carriage.

"Duke Zhao should be fine. I haven't heard any bad news these days." Zuo Zheng said happily.

The sun was shining brightly outside. Although it still felt cold on my body, it at least seemed much warmer. The people on the street were bustling with activity, as if the gloom in the capital had been swept away. But then again, people needed to live their lives, and they couldn't just stay at home forever.