Transmigrating Female Supreme: The Peerless Husband Depends on Me

After the imperial doctors left, the palace instantly became quiet, with only Yixianjun and Zhou Ziqian left.

They looked at each other, and at that moment, the pain, grievances, expectations and torment that had been accumulated in their hearts for many years burst out like a flood that broke through the dam and could no longer be suppressed.

Yixianjun and Zhou Ziqian suddenly rushed towards each other, hugged each other tightly, tears streaming down their faces, and their cries echoed in the empty palace.

For so many years, they have been troubled by Zhou Ziqian's illness and have been under tremendous pressure and pain. This is the first time they have heard such exciting good news.

Regardless of how effective this prescription will ultimately be, at least it is like a bright light that illuminates their dark world and gives them precious hope.

Zhou Ziqian hugged Yixianjun, crying heart-wrenchingly, his body shaking constantly.

Over the years, he has carried too much burden and is not even qualified to cry out loud.

Because whenever he has an attack, people around him will be worried and may even be punished.

At this moment, he didn't want to suppress himself anymore. He just wanted to cry heartily and vent all the pain and depression in his heart.

Yixianjun was also in tears. He gently patted Zhou Ziqian on the back and murmured, "My child, you have suffered so much, so much..."

The crying was filled with endless heartache and self-blame.

They hugged each other and cried, as if they wanted to let all the suffering they had endured over the years flow away with their tears, leaving only hope and longing for the future.

After calming down, Zhou Ziqian slowly let go of Yixianjun, with an embarrassed blush on his face.

He has always been steady and self-possessed, and his loss of composure just now was really beyond his expectations.

Yixianjun gently stroked Zhou Ziqian's head, his eyes filled with pity. "Qian'er, it's your fault for bringing you into this world without giving you a healthy body. I know you're concerned about my feelings, so I've never complained. But father hopes that Qian'er can live for himself and do what he loves. You don't have to worry about father. Now that you have this prescription, try to let go of this burden and live for yourself."

Zhou Ziqian's nose was red from crying. After hearing Yixianjun's affectionate words, the tears that he had held back with great difficulty burst out again.

He choked up and said, "Father, I understand. For so many years, I have been very careful, fearing that I would cause trouble to you and those around you. Now, I have decided that no matter how long I can live, I want to live for myself."

After saying this, he raised his head and looked at Yixianjun with a firm gaze, as if he was making a solemn oath.

Yixianjun hugged Zhou Ziqian tightly in his arms, and their tears soaked their clothes again.

At this moment, their hearts are closer and they are full of expectations for the future.

Even after Yixianjun left, Zhou Ziqian was still in an excited state, and the joy in his heart was like a surging wave, hitting his heart one after another.

However, looking around, he didn't know with whom he could share this hard-earned joy except his father.

He walked to the desk in a hurry, trying to calm his excitement by writing.

He picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and tried to record his current mood on the paper.

However, the surging emotions in his heart made it impossible for him to calm down. He wrote only a few words, and the handwriting was crooked and completely messed up. He sighed helplessly, threw the pen aside, and gave up the idea.

Zhou Ziqian stood up and paced back and forth in the study, his thoughts in a tizzy.

Somehow, the faces of Su Yue's husbands suddenly appeared in his mind.

Their kind smiles and warm words still seem to echo in my ears.

If only they were in the palace

They would definitely be genuinely happy for him, without any jealousy or perfunctoriness, and certainly not laugh at his excitement and loss of composure at the moment.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ziqian's mouth corners unconsciously rose, and his heart became more and more eager to see them again and share the joy brought by this hope with them.

Fortunately, Zhou Ziqian did not stay alone in this loneliness with no one to share it with for long. Just when his thoughts were in a mess, a servant came hurriedly to report that Zhou Chufan had arrived.

When Zhou Ziqian heard this name, ripples began to appear in his heart, which had not been disturbed for a long time, and he suddenly felt a little dazed.

He hasn't seen his cousin for a long time since the incident at Prince Ning'an's Mansion.

Once upon a time, because of his physical condition, he could never play and run as freely as his other brothers and sisters.

Most of them were afraid that he would suddenly have a seizure and be implicated, so most of them chose to avoid him.

Only Xiaofan always followed him nonchalantly. His innocent smile and steadfast companionship were the few warm and bright colors in his gloomy childhood.

Now, less than three months have passed, and everything has changed dramatically.

The changes in the prince's mansion and the rise and fall of the family forced the once carefree young people to face the cruelty of fate.

Zhou Ziqian couldn't help but wonder in his heart whether Xiaofan would blame the Queen Mother.

After all, this incident caused him to lose too much.

But then he thought again, Xiaofan has always been a sensible and kind child, maybe he can understand the Queen Mother's difficulties.

But no matter what, this reunion is destined to be full of complex emotions and unspeakable feelings.

Led by the guards, Zhou Chufan walked into the room with slightly heavy steps.

His eyes slowly raised and met Zhou Ziqian's.

At the moment their eyes met, a complex expression flashed across Zhou Chufan's face. He then lowered his eyes, saluted respectfully, and addressed him respectfully as "Prince."

When Zhou Ziqian heard this address, his eyes instantly turned red. He widened his eyes and stared straight at Zhou Chufan, his voice trembling and choking with sobs: "Why, now you are so estranged, are you not going to recognize me as your brother?"

Zhou Chufan's bowing suddenly paused. He still lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Zhou Ziqian's eyes, which were filled with sorrow and confusion. His voice was low and suppressed: "Brother is now a prince. Xiaofan can no longer be so disrespectful as before."

After saying this, he secretly clenched his fists in his sleeves and his body trembled slightly.

The atmosphere in the room instantly became solemn and oppressive, as if an invisible boulder was pressing down on the two men's hearts, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Zhou Ziqian just stood there blankly, not saying a word for a long time.

His eyes were still red, and his gaze was fixed on Xiaofan. His eyes were filled with too many complicated emotions, including sadness, confusion, and deep guilt.