He had shown his face in the royal palace of Heavenly Wind Empire, so he had no choice but to attend the functions organized by many of Heavenly Wind Empire’s noble families.
He didn’t want to go out at night, and wanted to spend the time with his dear wife, so the social functions were carried out during the day.
Gu Bailu picked up the medical kit and went to the main courtyard.
From a distance, she saw Lu Fenying waiting for her on the path to the bamboo grove, with Qian’er in his arms.
Gu Bailu hurried over and saw the discomfort on Qian’er’s face, probably because the latter didn’t want to be carried by Lu Fenying.
“Qian’er isn’t that delicate. Your Highness, you should put her down and let her blood flow so that it has more vigor.” Gu Bailu helped Qian’er out.
Lu Fenying didn’t understand what she was talking about, but she probably wanted Qian’er to move around so that her blood would be more useful.
He put Qian’er down, and she hurried behind Gu Bailu.
Gu Bailu asked Lu Fenying, “Did you bring the Sky Splitting Mirror with you?”
Lu Fenying took out a rosewood box from his sleeve. Gu Bailu wanted to take it, but Lu Fenying stopped her. “I’ll give it to you once it’s needed.”
Gu Bailu shrugged and led Qian’er forward.
Lu Fenying followed gloomily and looked at Qian’er’s frail body.
Would the baby be alright after she passed out?
Soon, they entered the yard in the bamboo grove.
A maid reported, “The crown prince is here.”
Su Muwei ran out in delight and jumped into Lu Fenying’s arms. “Your Highness, Weiwei missed you so much…”
She gave Mo Qian’er a proud look.
Lu Fenying brought her into the house. “It’s cold outside and you’re not well. Don’t leave the house. Why didn’t you even put on a cloak? Is this how you take care of her?”
The maid on the side lowered her head.
Of course it’s because she knew that you were coming, so she deliberately didn’t wear a lot of clothes in order to make you care.
Gu Bailu immediately saw through Su Muwei’s trick.
She wondered if Su Muwei had considered that Lu Fenying might dislike her if she really recovered.
Was this frail, sickly beauty the type that Lu Fenying liked?
Gu Bailu winked at Qian’er, who widened her eyes in confusion.
Gu Bailu pulled her into the house.
Su Muwei glanced at Mo Qian’er. “Your Highness, why did you bring her here… Sob, you know she puts Weiwei in a bad mood; it feels hard to even breathe.” She clutched her chest and coughed, and immediately looked like she was dying.
Lu Fenying stroked her back. “They’re here to treat you. You’ll be healed this time.”
Su Muwei looked at him in surprise. “Really? Will Weiwei really recover?”
“Of course. You’re so good, even the heavens want you to recover.” Lu Fenying’s eyes turned warm as he spoke softly.
Qian’er only ever saw that expression on his face when he was dealing with Su Muwei.
She smiled mockingly.
He clearly doted on Su Muwei, so why wouldn’t he let Qian’er go? Why did he have to torture her?
Qian’er lowered her head and played with her fingers. There was a white scar from Su Muwei’s knife in the center of each of her fingertips. The sharp blade had stabbed into her fingertips and caused her agonizing pain.
Qian’er thought that her fingers would be crippled, but Su Muwei had been very skillful and hadn’t hit the bone.