Swap, the involutionary regent palace fight also forced me to rebel

Chapter 120 Ah Lian, why don’t you meet the prince soon?

Originally, he was expressing his true feelings just now, but now that the emotions have passed and he is being forced by Yun Ting, Yun Ji can't laugh anymore.

He raised the corners of his mouth stiffly, but he could not replicate that pitiful and delicate look just now.

"Are you tired, sister?" Seeing that Yun Ji's smile was forced, Song Yue spoke at the right time, "Just now, Doctor Chen said that sister is weak and needs to rest more."

Seeing Yun Ting's eyes still reluctant to leave, she remained calm and ordered Yun Ji to leave: "Your Majesty, I see that my sister is sick and may want to sleep for a while. When my sister recovers, she will naturally be able to smile like a flower."

"Well," Yun Ting was finally persuaded and slowly withdrew his gaze, "Take good care of him. I don't want to take a sick person out."

Afraid that Nan Yingzhi would be sad to see her sick, Yun Ji nodded and said, "I will cooperate with Doctor Chen and get well, and not embarrass Your Majesty."

Seeing Yun Ting go out, Song Yue and Lan Fu helped him to the bed.

Worried that Yun Ting's words "I don't want to take a sick person out" would upset Yun Ji, she tried to comfort him.

"Don't take your Majesty's words to heart," she said gently, fearing that Yun Ji might get upset. "I'm not sick, I just feel unwell occasionally. Take a rest and you'll be well soon."

Dealing with Yun Ting took too much energy, and Yun Ji listened but it went in one ear and out the other.

As soon as he lay on the bed, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing Yun Ji's eyelashes trembling slightly, even though she was sick, she still had an indescribable beauty that was extremely captivating.

Song Yue couldn't help but think that she was still so bright and charming at this age.

The most important thing is that the world can't keep it.

Sad for the lost Hua Nian, but happy for the youthful Yun Ji, she gently tucked Yun Ji in and said, "Silly sister, go to sleep."

Regent's Palace.

These days, the Imperial Master is ill, and Nan Yingzhi has to visit him occasionally under the title of "Imperial Master's Disciple". Plus, Yun Yan's martial arts competition to find a husband is coming soon, so Nan Yingzhi is very busy.

The ink pen flew in her hand as she hurriedly reviewed the memorials on the desk, asking questions to the Minister of Rites, Li Wei, who was kneeling below.

"The day after tomorrow will be the martial arts competition to recruit a bride. Have you arranged all the related matters?"

Li Wei lowered his head and said, "My Lord Regent, the arrangements have been basically completed. However, regarding His Majesty's side..."

When Nan Yingzhi heard that it was about Yun Ting, she paused and wanted to listen before writing.

Unexpectedly, he hesitated for a long time but didn't say anything about the follow-up.

Seeing that the ink on the tip of her pen was about to drip onto the memorial, she moved and wrote the last few words of her comments.

"Master Li," Nan Yingzhi placed the pen on the white jade pen holder and stared at the black gauze hat on Li Wei's head, "if you have something to say, just say it."

Knowing that the Queen Regent’s time was precious, Li Wei did not dare to dawdle any longer after hearing her put down her pen: “Your Majesty, please arrange for one more person to sit in the seat.”

Nan Yingzhi didn't think that Yun Ting adding an ordinary person was worth Li Wei's hesitation, so she asked the man's identity directly: "Who?"

"Your Majesty means to arrange a seat for Lian Zhaoyi."

Seeing that he still had something to say, Nan Yingzhi just repeated "Um, Lian Zhaoyi" and stopped talking, leaving the conversation to him.

"Normally, when the princess is choosing a consort, there is no need for the ladies in the harem to come," Li Wei said hesitantly, "Your Majesty, this move by His Majesty is a bit against the rules."

"She is just a palace girl, how can she be a hindrance?" Nan Yingzhi waved her hand generously, as if doting on Yun Ting. "As your majesty wishes, arrange for Lian Zhaoyi to come in."

"Indeed, I have made a big deal out of nothing." Li Wei felt that these words coming from Nan Yingzhi were as convincing as a stamp of approval, and he stopped worrying about it. "I was not thoughtful enough about this matter, and I am very sorry for troubling you."

"No problem," Nan Yingzhi said calmly, picking up the pen and asking him to leave. Suddenly she remembered something and asked again, "Did your majesty tell you why he wanted to bring Concubine Lian out?"

Li Wei had originally thought that the matter was over and was about to politely resign, but when he heard Nan Yingzhi bring it up again, he racked his brains to organize his words.

"Well, His Majesty seemed to have said that Concubine Lian wanted to go outside the palace to get some fresh air, so he specially asked me to arrange a seat for her."

"Got it," Nan Yingzhi picked up the pen and spoke calmly, as if asking casually without any intention of delving into the matter. "You can get out now."

The next morning, Yaohua Palace.

Originally thinking that Yun Ji was ill and unable to pay his respects, Song Yue planned to go see him before leaving, and at the same time ask for leave from the Queen Mother and the Queen on his behalf.

Unexpectedly, when she went over, she saw that Yun Ji had not only woken up, but also sat up and asked Lan Fu to boil medicine for him.

Seeing Yun Ji in good spirits, Song Yue was happy too. But thinking of how he was dizzy from fever yesterday, she couldn't help but ask, "Sister, do you feel better than yesterday?"

"Thank you for your concern, sister." Yun Ji could feel Song Yue's concern for him, leaning back against the soft pillow with a smile on his face, "I feel much better, but I'm still a little tired."

"It's normal to feel tired." Unlike yesterday when Yun Ting hid far away, Song Yue sat down beside the bed and gently touched his forehead, "Are you still having a fever?"

Yun Ji shook his head slowly: "I sweated last night, and the fever is gone now."

After confirming that Yun Ji was indeed not as scary as he was yesterday, Song Yue's heart slowly relaxed.

"Even if the fever has subsided, you should rest more since you have just recovered from a serious illness," Song Yue advised him, looking at the still dark sky outside, "It's still early, why don't you sleep a little longer, sister?"

Just as he was about to obey her and lie down, Yun Ji suddenly stopped: "But hello..."

"I'll go talk to the Empress Dowager," Song Yue patted his shoulder, "Take a rest, sister."

Seeing that Yun Ji was still trying to refuse, Song Yue held him down and spoke earnestly.

"We women are born weak, and we can't be as strong as men. We can heal quickly. Listen to your sister and take care of yourself. It's better than anything else."

Seeing Song Yue's patient guidance, Yun Ji was a little stunned.

He always felt that there was something wrong with what he said, but he couldn't tell exactly where it was wrong.

Originally, he didn't want to just stare at the Empress Dowager, so with Song Yue as a guarantor, Yun Ji fell into a deep sleep again after drinking the medicine.

It is said that "illness comes like a mountain falling, and goes like pulling a thread". After being sick, even the strongest person will lose weight. But it is different for Yunji.

Within two days, he recovered and looked energetic, which surprised Yun Ting who came to visit him.

Yun Ting called Chen Hong over to check his pulse. Before long, he asked him, "Is Concubine Lian safe and sound? Can she go out now?"

"Your Majesty is in a weak condition. Although the superficial symptoms have subsided, she still needs long-term conditioning."

Chen Hong changed the subject: "However, your Majesty is in good spirits. It's fine for you to go out for a walk. Just be careful not to get caught in the wind and keep warm."

I vaguely remember that Yun Ting wanted himself to laugh that day. Coincidentally, at this moment, Yun Ji was in a good mood when he learned that he could go out and have the opportunity to meet Nan Yingzhi.

He recalled his state of mind at that time and smiled at Yun Ting: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for visiting me every day and for asking Doctor Chen to treat me."

"Ah Lian," Yun Ting murmured intoxicatedly, "You really should smile more often. When you smile, you really..."

As if eager to cover up something, he stopped talking and coughed lightly: "Since it's already fine, then you pack up and follow me out tomorrow morning."

Not caring about what Yun Ting wanted to say next, Yun Ji nodded on the surface, but his heart was already beating in advance: "Yes."

The next day, Ruyifang.

Bringing Yun Ji with him, they came over in a carriage. Seeing Nan Yingzhi from afar, Yun Ting called out loudly, "Royal brother!"

Seeing that the person coming was Yun Ting, Nan Yingzhi went to greet him: "Your Majesty."

Glancing at the woman behind him, wearing a veil and a pink hibiscus dress, Nan Yingzhi knew the answer in her heart, but pretended not to know: "Who is this...?"

"Ah Lian, call someone," Yun Ting smiled and introduced them, "This is my brother, the one who rescued you from the water last time."

After a few days, Yun Ji finally met Nan Yingzhi again, and he almost laughed out loud.

He lowered his head, his voice trembling, as if he was shy: "Greetings, Your Majesty."