Yong Yaxuan: "Is there any way to wake him up quickly?"
Imperial Physician Zhang: "Well... this old official needs to do some research..."
Yong Yaxuan: "Then take him back to the Imperial Medical Bureau for research."
Imperial Physician Zhang: "Yes... But may this old official venture to ask why Eunuch Li suddenly got poisoned by the sleeping drug? Could it be that there are assassins in the palace?"
Yong Yaxuan coughed lightly twice. "Well... this was just a poison - testing experiment by the Empress out of boredom. You don't need to worry about it."
"Yes, Your Majesty. This old official takes his leave..."
Well, unexpectedly, Yong Yaxuan acted quite quickly. He had the meal brought and also summoned the imperial physician. Ji Feiyu stopped writing, glanced outside twice, and as soon as she heard his footsteps approaching, she quickly buried her head and wrote frantically.
"Dear Consort, how many times have you copied it?" He suddenly lifted the curtain and walked in, looking gentle.
"F - five times..." Ji Feiyu stopped writing. Seeing the change in his attitude, she suddenly shivered.
He nodded understandingly and then turned around. "Then you don't need to have dinner."
Ah! As expected! He had evil intentions!
At this moment, the fragrance of the food was whetting her appetite. How could he tell her not to eat?
"Come and eat after you've copied it ten times. But..." He paused as he looked at her. "If you haven't finished writing by the time I'm done eating, then you don't need to eat either."
After saying that, he walked out. Ji Feiyu listened to the crisp sound of the bowls and chopsticks clinking. She suddenly realized that he was clearly torturing her mentally, which was even more abominable than physical torture.
One copy of the "Empress's Code" had 1,500 characters. Copying it ten times meant 15,000 characters. She was writing with a brush and had to keep dipping it in ink. Since she couldn't write in cursive, she really wouldn't be able to have dinner today!
Ji Feiyu secretly swallowed her tears while copying the "Empress's Code" in her hand. She turned a page, then another. Why did the article, which usually seemed so short, look so long in front of her now?
Yong Yaxuan was happily having dinner outside. From time to time, he would comment on how good this or that dish was today. He was clearly doing it on purpose, deliberately saying it for Ji Feiyu to hear, and all the dishes he commented on were her favorites.
Woo - woo - woo. Who asked her to make a mistake first? She endured it and continued writing...
But as she was writing, she heard him say, "Ah, I'm so full... Dear Consort, why haven't you finished yet?"
Ji Feiyu continued to endure and didn't answer.
So he probed, "Then I'll have someone remove the food..."
"Remove it! I'm not hungry!" She said bravely. Well! One should have backbone!
"Alright." He sighed softly. "Remove it all!"
Ji Feiyu heard the footsteps of the palace maids filing in again. She couldn't help feeling depressed. Could he really be so heartless?
Sure enough, soon there was the sound of clattering as the bowls and chopsticks were being cleared away outside. Ji Feiyu felt even more indignant.
A while later, Yong Yaxuan came in to check on her after he was full. Ji Feiyu glared at him aggrievedly and then buried her head to continue writing.
Yong Yaxuan smiled when he saw her like this. "Aren't you not hungry?"
"I... I'm not hungry!" Ji Feiyu gritted her teeth and said, but because she pressed too hard on the brush, an ink blot spread on the character she was writing.
"Oh... Then you continue..." At this time, a group of people seemed to leave the Qiwu Palace, while another group came in. They were carrying a writing table, as well as a pile of books and memorials to another flower - view room that corresponded to the painting room where Ji Feiyu was.
"What are you doing?" Ji Feiyu couldn't help asking.
Yong Yaxuan replied, "I'm going to read some memorials here. Is that not okay?"
"Okay, why not..." Ji Feiyu felt deflated. It seemed that he was really going to keep an eye on her.
After a group of people finished tidying up and left, Yong Yaxuan sat down behind the writing table contentedly and looked at Ji Feiyu from afar.
Ji Feiyu lowered her head dejectedly and continued writing. Her stomach had already started growling. She really didn't eat much for lunch today, really not much.
Ji Feiyu stopped writing and lowered her head to touch her stomach. Suddenly, Yong Yaxuan walked in front of her and said, "You still say you're not hungry!"
When Ji Feiyu looked up, she saw Yong Yaxuan holding a small blue - and - white porcelain bowl in his hand, looking at her and sighing.
The next second, he placed the bowl in front of Ji Feiyu's table. "Hurry up and eat. Continue writing after you're done."
After saying that, he turned around and returned to his own position. Ji Feiyu burst into tears looking at the bowl of rice with her favorite dishes. Only when one was hungry could they realize how good the carefree life with enough food and clothing was.
Ji Feiyu picked up the bowl and started eating with her chopsticks. There probably wasn't a more pitiful empress in the world who was starved by her husband, right?
Woo - woo - woo...
After Ji Feiyu finished eating, she carefully glanced at Yong Yaxuan. Seeing that he was concentrating on reading the memorials, she gently put down the bowl and started copying again.
Before long, Yong Yaxuan also buried his head and started writing something.
For a moment, the Qiwu Palace was so quiet that only the sound of writing could be heard. Ji Feiyu stretched her sore arms and then buried her head to continue writing.
It seemed that Yong Yaxuan was really serious this time.
The fragrance of ink wafted faintly in the painting room. Ji Feiyu finished writing one piece of paper and then took another. Time flew by.
Before she knew it, the palace lanterns were lit, and it was already late at night.
Ji Feiyu was feeling sleepy from writing and just wanted to sleep, while Yong Yaxuan was full of energy on the other side. Ji Feiyu couldn't help cursing him secretly. Then she heard the voices of two palace maids outside. "Your Majesty, the osmanthus sweet dumplings you asked for are here."
As soon as Ji Feiyu heard about the osmanthus sweet dumplings, her ears perked up. It seemed that he had known they would be staying up late today and even prepared the midnight snack.
"Oh, bring them in." Yong Yaxuan said without looking up.
Ji Feiyu looked at the small white porcelain bowl on the maid's tray with anticipation, but she was soon disappointed. She thought there must be no share for her.
The maid was also very conscious and walked towards Yong Yaxuan. But unexpectedly, before she had walked halfway, Yong Yaxuan stopped her. "Take them to the Empress."
As soon as Ji Feiyu heard this, she was overjoyed. It turned out that this was prepared for her.
The maid quickly changed direction and walked towards the Empress. She bowed to the Empress, put down the small white porcelain bowl, and then took away the blue - and - white porcelain bowl from in front of her...
After they left, Ji Feiyu said to Yong Yaxuan, "It's not the Lantern Festival yet. How come there are sweet dumplings!"
Yong Yaxuan looked up at her and said casually, "There's nothing you can't have in the palace. If you don't like them, give them to me."
Ji Feiyu quickly hugged the small bowl. "Who said I don't like them?"
Ji Feiyu gave a coquettish snort and happily started eating the sweet dumplings. Although she resented him for punishing her today in her heart, she was also touched that he still remembered her preferences.
Remember that time outside the palace, when Ji Feiyu wanted to eat sweet dumplings, she searched all over the street for them. Yong Yaxuan said that it wasn't the Lantern Festival, so who would make sweet dumplings?
Although he said so, in fact, Yong Yaxuan had always accompanied her to search all over the street. He didn't have much money with him at that time. He could have rented a restaurant and asked them to make sweet dumplings for her, but his heart of accompanying her was there.
In the end, they didn't get to eat sweet dumplings. They only ate dumplings at a roadside stall. Yong Yaxuan joked with Ji Feiyu that these were just meat sweet dumplings with a strange shape. Ji Feiyu was amused by his words and also felt that she had been a bit willful. It was so simple back then. She didn't know that he was of high status, but he had tried every means to make her happy.