The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant

Chapter 1111: Empathy

Wan Yicheng, the young Duke Cheng’en, genuinely came to attend to Empress Dowager Wang during her illness. The little guy was genuinely frightened when he learned of the Empress Dowager’s illness; he even slept at the gate of Cining Palace’s bedchamber, keeping vigil over Empress Dowager Wang for an entire night.Now he watched the palace maids brew the medicine for Empress Dowager Wang and brought it over immediately once it was ready.

Looking at the little fellow’s dark circles under his eyes, Empress Dowager Wang couldn’t help but feel moved. These past two years had not been in vain raising this child, and she had developed a protective affection for him.

"You’re still young, you don’t need to serve me here. Go back and accompany the Fifth Prince in his studies," Empress Dowager Wang said hoarsely.

Wan Yicheng said, "I have already asked permission from the teacher and His Highness. Even His Highness wanted to come, but..."

He cautiously glanced at Emperor Chu.

Emperor Chu: "..."

Had he become the villain?

Emperor Chu coughed and said, "Just listen to what the Empress Dowager has said. You are still young and not trained in caring for others, having the filial piety is enough. Both Mother and I understand your intentions."

Wan Yicheng muttered, "I don’t care if you and Aunt Empress Dowager understand, I just wish to see Aunt Empress Dowager recover."

Emperor Chu glared, the boy who was once timid had grown so bold, who taught him to be this way?

Oh, it’s the upbringing from the family next door.

Emperor Chu glanced at Prime Minister Song with a look of inquiry on how to raise a child.

Song Zhiyuan: "???"

Had it not been inappropriate, he would’ve wanted to complain, the child was brought over by you and the Empress Dowager.

"Lady will recover; as for you, you are still young and should focus on learning. Study well, as that’s the greatest sign of filial piety to the Empress Dowager," Song Zhiyuan said looking at Wan Yicheng.

The words of the Prime Minister cannot be ignored.

Wan Yicheng hesitated for a while and said, "I’ll leave after Aunt Empress Dowager takes her medicine."

Empress Dowager Wang lifted the corners of her mouth slightly, enduring the palace maid feeding her medicine, making her face scrunch with bitterness.

After drinking the medicine, she felt extremely fatigued from conversing with Emperor Chu and others for such a long time, drifting off to sleep once again.

Emperor Chu and the others dared not disturb her, quietly exited, and summoned Imperial Physician Lu to the side hall for questioning: "Why is Mother coughing up blood?"

The sight of blood-red was truly terrifying.

Imperial Physician Lu was sweating profusely, kneeling down: "Your Majesty, Empress Dowager’s ailment came on suddenly and fiercely, liver dryness, spleen deficiency, lung heat, yin deficiency, this..."

"I don’t want to hear you talk in circles, I just want Mother to recover, if you can’t treat her, don’t expect to retire honorably." Those last few words could be considered heavily threatening.

Imperial Physician Lu’s mouth was full of bitterness, not daring to say no, only prostrated on the ground and said, "I will definitely do my best."

Being an Imperial Physician, it seemed glorious, but actually always walking on a tightrope, knowing too many secrets, whether one could live peacefully was uncertain, to retire honorably was an immense fortune.

Emperor Chu flung his sleeve and exited.

Song Zhiyuan looked at Imperial Physician Lu sympathetically, nodded slightly, and followed.

Imperial Physician Lu tremblingly climbed up from the ground, wiped his sweat with his sleeve, and sighed.

Emperor Chu stared at the dark sky with his hands behind his back, oppressed in his chest, turned to Song Zhiyuan, and said, "You usually talk nonstop, why are you silent now?"

Song Zhiyuan said, "Whatever is said feels pale; better to say nothing."

"You!"

Emperor Chu pointed at him, hesitated, then lowered his hand, sighed with a bit of desolation and sorrow, "Now I understand your concern when the Madam fell ill."

Facing the birth, aging, sickness, and death of one’s own mother, one feels powerless and heavy-hearted, as if enduring a knife cut.

Song Zhiyuan remained silent, accompanying him on the steps, watched the sky, and said, "The clouds will eventually disperse."