mtl008 Chapter 347 Heart Disease
Chapter 347 Heart Disease
"Yu Qingli! You..."
"Aunt Qing, take care. I won't see you off!"
Before Qingluan could finish her words, Yu Qingli returned to the desk and picked up the brush again, as if she was going to write. Aunt Qing was stunned for a moment and whispered, "Your Highness really misjudged me!" Then she turned around and left Ju'an Hall.
Yu Qingli secretly found it amusing. It wasn't that she had misjudged the person. How could a traitor have the right to say such things? If she really cared so much about Murong Yanhui, why would Qingluan follow the Queen Mother?
But what about the Queen Mother? In her previous life, although she had little contact with the Queen Mother, she knew that she didn't really like the Prince of Yan that much. After all, the current Emperor was her son. Although he was only an adopted son, she had raised him, so she had some mother-son relationship with him. Why was it that in this life, the Queen Mother treated Murong Yanhui better than the Emperor?
Even when the emperor was injured before, she was not so nervous.
The more Yu Qingli thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, but she couldn't figure it out. So she simply stopped thinking about it and concentrated on painting. However, she picked up the brush and put it down again and again. In the end, she gave up because of her irritability!
Forget it, today is not a good time to paint.
"Xiluo, go out for a walk with me."
Yu Qingli walked out of the hall and Xiluo was standing at the door. Before they took a step, a small round ball came running hurriedly from outside the hall. Its short legs seemed to be faster than ever as it tried to move forward.
"Mother..." Murong Yue didn't stop in time and almost knocked Yu Qingli away.
Yu Qingli caught Murong Yue with a slightly amused look on her face. "What are you doing so rashly, kid?"
Looking down, he saw Murong Yue sweating profusely, his chubby face flushed from running, his pink little mouth half open and half closed, gasping for breath, his big eyes full of tears, crystal clear and pitiful.
"What's going on here?"
Yu Qingli squatted down and reached out to wipe the sweat off his face. The relationship in her eyes was unquestionable.
"Mother...Mother, can you please go see Father? Yue'er wants to go see Father. Yue'er heard that Father is sick, and Yue'er is scared!"
Yu Qingli frowned. Who on earth told Murong Yue this news? Her eyes fell on Xiluo. Seeing her calm expression, it didn't seem like she had told the story.
"Mother..." Murong Yue looked up, her eyes filled with tears, which made Yu Qingli feel a little bit sorry.
During the time they spent together, she really fell in love with this smart and clever child, but she also didn't like him getting involved in unnecessary trouble.
Yu Qingli sighed secretly and reached out to touch Murong Yue's head. "Yue'er, if you want to see your father, I'll let Sister Xiluo take you there, okay?"
"No, no, I want my mother to accompany me."
Yu Qingli was obviously a little embarrassed, frowning and persuading, "Yue'er, I'm sorry, but I really can't go with you."
Yu Qingli stood up decisively, not giving Murong Yue any hope. Murong Yue's face fell, but she nodded obediently, "Mother, I'll go see father first and be back soon."
Seeing Murong Yue so well-behaved and sensible, Yu Qingli felt warm in her heart and couldn't help but kiss him on the forehead. Such an intimate action made Murong Yue almost forget her sadness. She opened her eyes wide and was overjoyed. After a moment, he imitated Yu Qingli and kissed her cheek, smearing his saliva all over Yu Qingli's face.
However, Murong Yue's mood had obviously improved a lot, and even her steps had become lighter.
Seeing Murong Yue like this, Yu Qingli felt a little relieved.
As for Aunt Qing, when she returned to Anle Palace, she saw the Queen Mother holding Murong Yanhui's hand tightly, with tears and worry clearly visible on her face.
Aunt Qing sighed inwardly and was about to apologize when she saw Murong Yanhui on the bed open her eyes.
"Hui'er, Hui'er, you're awake!"
The Queen Mother was extremely surprised and held Murong Yanhui's hand a little tighter.
Murong Yanhui was a bit dazed. He remembered drinking in Zuisheng Pavilion. Why was he here now? Most importantly, why was the Queen Mother here? And with such a happy expression on her face?
However, the warmth coming from the palm of her hand actually made Murong Yanhui feel nostalgic. Hearing the Queen Mother addressing him, Murong Yanhui sighed inwardly, he must have been drunk, otherwise how could he feel that the Queen Mother's hand was like his mother's?
However, since it was a dream, why didn't he dream of Yu Qingli? He smiled bitterly. Now, Lili didn't even want to appear in his dreams?
There was a sharp pain in his heart. Murong Yanhui knew that he should not be the kind of person who is sad about the passing of time, but he could not control his emotions, especially after witnessing the loving scene between Yu Qingli and Murong Feng.
Murong Yanhui's eyes were a little wandering, but his thoughts went back to three days ago. On that day, he had wanted to give Yu Qingli a surprise. A friend sent him a very interesting gadget. He thought Yu Qingli must have never seen it before, so he took it to show Yu Qingli.
When he quietly arrived at Ju'an Hall, he saw Yu Qingli playing the piano. She was sitting in front of a low table with a faint and gentle smile on her lips, which was completely different from her usual coldness.
The melodious sound of the piano rang out, and Murong Yanhui was a little mesmerized by it. When she was hesitating whether to go down now, Murong Feng's figure appeared behind Yu Qingli. He hugged Yu Qingli's slender waist as if no one was around. What surprised Murong Yanhui was that Yu Qingli did not refuse.
Murong Feng also had a gentle smile on his face, and his slender fingers followed Yu Qingli's fingers flying and chasing on the strings, as if they were playing a game, or flirting.
Yu Qingli did not dodge, but just laughed and joked with Murong Feng with a shy face. This scene deeply hurt Murong Yanhui's eyes. The little toy that was supposed to be given to Yu Qingli was crushed by him, just like his heart.
Murong Yanhui returned to the palace in despair and could hardly believe his eyes. He thought that maybe Lili was not willing and she should not like Murong Feng. After some self-consolation, he decided to visit Ju'an Palace at night and talk things over with Yu Qingli.
But this time, he was disappointed again, and he saw an even sadder fact: Yu Qingli and Murong Feng slept in the same bed!
Murong Yanhui's understanding of Yu Qingli over the past few days made her realize that without Yu Qingli's consent, Murong Feng would never have the chance to climb into her bed.
So, were they in love, and he was just a clown? Perhaps in the eyes of the couple, his behavior would be ridiculous, even becoming a laughing stock in their bedroom.
At this moment, Murong Yanhui's heart ached to the extreme, as if boiling oil was poured into his heart, burning with pain. He wanted to step forward and separate the two people, but he didn't know what attitude he should take to face Yu Qingli.
After all, Yu Qingli's marriage was arranged by the emperor, and Murong Feng welcomed her into the palace in a sedan chair carried by eight people. She was the legitimate prince's consort, so she and Murong Feng could do anything. There might even be some people who were happy to have prejudices against her, but he had no right to question her.
Thinking of this, Murong Yanhui felt depressed. He didn't even know how he got back to the palace. He just wanted to do something to numb himself, so he asked someone to send him the best wine. He came to the Zuisheng Pavilion in the palace, which he had never liked before, and became a real drunkard to experience the feeling of living a life of drunkenness and dreams.
Later, he heard all kinds of rumors about the deep love between the eldest prince and the princess, and suddenly he felt his heart shattered into pieces. The pain flowed through his blood into his internal organs, making his chest feel like a huge stone was blocking it. Later, he vaguely saw someone coming and going, but none of them was the person he wanted to see.
"Hui'er, Hui'er..."
The Queen Mother's voice made Murong Yanhui sober up a little. His head was splitting with pain, but he showed no signs of losing consciousness. This made Murong Yanhui extremely painful. He would rather not know anything at this moment.
Murong Yan wanted to speak, but found that he could not say anything. There was a fishy and sweet taste in his throat. When he opened his mouth, he spat out another mouthful of blood. The heaviness in his chest disappeared a little, and his head, which was about to explode, was also hit by a dizziness.
That's good, Murong Yan thought, for the time being, he didn't want to see anyone!
"Imperial Physician! Send the message to the Imperial Physician quickly!"
The empress dowager was a little panicked. Seeing Murong Yanhui suddenly wake up, she thought he was well again, but unexpectedly he vomited blood again. The red color almost made the empress dowager faint. Fortunately, Qingluan was supporting him. However, after vomiting blood, Murong Yanhui fell into coma again.
When Murong Yue arrived, the imperial physician was taking Murong Yan's pulse with a frown on his face, and something seemed to be wrong.
"What exactly is going on? Can the people from your Imperial Hospital treat illnesses? Isn't it just a case of drunkenness? How could it become so serious?"
"Your Majesty, please calm down, Your Majesty, please calm down!" The imperial physician pleaded repeatedly, "It's true that he was just drunk, but the prince is troubled. This is a heart disease, and a heart disease needs a heart medicine. Your Majesty, even if we can prescribe medicine to treat the prince, if the prince's heart knot is not resolved, this disease may..."
The empress dowager's face turned pale. Although the imperial physician did not continue speaking, his meaning was very clear. That is to say, as long as Mu Yanhui still cared about the woman named Yu Qingli, his illness would not be cured.
Murong Yue lay at the head of the bed, looking at Murong Yanhui, whose face was a little pale, his big eyes full of tears. He looked up at the serious empress dowager, then turned to look at Xiluo.
"Sister Xiluo, will Daddy be okay? I don't want Daddy to sleep like this all the time." Murong Yue said, pulling Murong Yanhui's hand and shaking it, "Daddy, please wake up soon. When you wake up, Yue'er will give you her favorite candy, okay?"
Murong Yueruanru's voice was tinged with tears, which moved everyone present. Even the Queen Mother couldn't help but feel sorry for this nominal grandson, but when she thought about how Murong Yanhui had become such a culprit, the Queen Mother's expression couldn't help but become serious.