Becoming Puppet Emperor of a Paranoid Eunuch - Chapter 11
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Wu Jing was feeling dizzy from the fever, every breath exuding heat, his face flushed with a rosy hue, not even knowing his own name, grasping onto the sleeve of the garment in his hand like a fledgling clutching onto a branch, unwilling to let go.
Ning Qinghong reached out to feel his forehead temperature, but as soon as his fingertips touched, they were brushed by the Emperor’s soft facial flesh.
Ning Qinghong paused for a moment, then heard the faint voice of the young man against his fingertips murmur, “Cold… hot…”
His hand was icy cold.
Wu Jing leaned in, as if a dying man in the desert suddenly encountered an oasis that could save his life.
In his subconscious, he knew the other would not harm him.
Ning Qinghong’s tone was ambiguous, “Now you’re making sounds.” He tried to pull his hand away, but instead of pulling it out, he was held even tighter by Wu Jing, who was still blurry.
Excessively clingy.
Ning Qinghong seemed helpless and asked again, “Why hasn’t the imperial physician arrived yet?”
Fu Chen watched the scene tremblingly, not knowing where the Emperor found the courage to hold onto the young lord and not let go, and tremblingly replied, “This slave will go check right away.”
Ning Qinghong closed his eyes for a moment, and Fu Chen brought the imperial physician over.
Ning Qinghong heard the movement and raised his gaze, “Zhang, Court Doctor.”
Zhang, the Court Doctor, bowed deeply, “Greetings, Your Majesty.”
The Court Doctor was specially assigned to diagnose the Emperor, but now that the Emperor was like a figurehead, he was promoted to the Court Doctor and saw the Ninth Lord in the palace on weekdays.
He was Ning Qinghong’s man.
When he heard that the Ninth Lord urgently summoned him, Zhang, the Court Doctor, thought that the other had another illness, so he hurried over. Now he dared not look around, afraid of upsetting the Emperor’s brow. But now he heard Ning Qinghong’s calm voice, and saw him bowing his head, he asked in confusion, “What discomfort does Your Majesty have now?”
For a long time, there was no response, and then suddenly, the Emperor’s gentle voice was heard, “Wu Wu, let go.”
Because it was said too lightly, it was a bit unclear if not listened carefully, but vaguely, it could be heard, with a smile.
“Your hand is heating mine up too much.
“A little stove.”
Ning Qinghong tried to pull away, “…Let’s get up first and let the doctor take a look?”
Wu Jing’s little face was wrinkled into a ball, his consciousness was still unclear, but he could hear the tone mixed with grievance, reluctant to cry, “…No, don’t leave.”
Zhang, the Court Doctor, plucked up the courage to look up and vaguely saw that His Majesty seemed to be holding someone.
The young man’s figure was thin, his back facing him, his upper body curled up on the Ninth Lord’s lap, Ning Qinghong’s body was still in the royal attire, the wide crimson sleeves almost covering the Emperor’s body, gently patting Wu Jing’s back to comfort him, a hand was being held by someone, with his cheek buried in the palm of his hand.
Ning Qinghong was stuck by someone for the first time, patiently coaxing, “Good, Wu Wu, be good.” But there was no sense of urgency in his tone for the young man’s illness, but rather a strange smile.
It seemed like a headache, “Forget it, just look like this.” He said, “The Emperor has a fever, please take a look, Doctor Zhang.”
Ning Qinghong lifted Wu Jing’s arm forcefully, preventing him from curling up again.
Zhang, the Court Doctor, wished he were blind, pretending he didn’t see anything, carefully checked his pulse, and said, “His Majesty seems to have caught a cold. I will prescribe a medicine for him to take morning and evening, carefully nursing him. He should recover in half a month.”
“But this fever… won’t go down for a while. These two days will be troublesome, especially at night, don’t cover too much, it affects the body’s heat dissipation, but don’t catch a cold either.”
Ning Qinghong said, “It needs to be taken care of.” He looked at the person who was buried in his arms again and instructed, “Send some porridge over, and prepare the medicine first.”
Fu Chen replied, “Yes,” and sent Doctor Zhang away. Soon, a bowl of warm stomach porridge was sent over.
Because Wu Jing was sick, this porridge was made a bit lighter, with only a little minced meat added, not as attractive as the crab porridge from breakfast.
Wu Jing smelled the fragrance and opened his eyes dazedly, looked around, and pouted, “…Not drinking.”
Don’t want to drink porridge.
Wu Jing hid his face in Ning Qinghong’s sleeve and whimpered, “Wu Wu,” saying, “Hate… drinking porridge.”
Ning Qinghong pressed his temples, “Switch.”
But no matter which porridge meal was brought, Wu Jing refused to drink, burying himself in Ning Qinghong’s arms like an ostrich.
Ning Qinghong frowned, but when he saw Wu Jing dependently holding onto his hand, he relaxed again, “Forget it, bring a bowl of meat soup, and add some sticky rice.”
Wu Jing glanced blurry-eyed, obediently opened his mouth.
You can’t eat lying down, Ning Qinghong picked him up and sat him on his lap, leaning against his arm, feeding him spoonfuls of soup.
Then it was time for the brewed medicine.
Just smelling the medicine, Wu Jing wrinkled his nose, turned away with a pout, closed his eyes in a daze, leaning against Ning Qinghong’s shoulder, not moving.
Through the layers of sleeves, one could feel the burning temperature on his forehead, almost burning him up.
“You can’t be silly anymore.” Ning Qinghong sighed lightly, called two people over, and pulled Wu Jing away from him.
Wu Jing wanted to cry.
Ning Qinghong’s tone turned cold, “No crying allowed.”
Wu Jing was scared, sniffled, and vaguely heard the figure in front of him, unable to see clearly, saying to him, his voice sounding distant and through a layer of fog, “Open your mouth.”
He obediently opened his mouth and was forced to swallow a mouthful of bitter medicine.
“Swallow it.”
Wu Jing grimaced and followed the voice to swallow it down, one gulp after another, feeling extremely uncomfortable, as if he was hovering in front of the gates of hell, unable to move.
After drinking the medicine, his eyebrows were furrowed with bitterness.
“Open your mouth.”
Another voice.
Wu Jing obediently opened his lips, and a pitted date without the pit was stuffed into his mouth. It was so sweet that he felt dizzy and wanted to cry again.
Struggling aimlessly in this unfamiliar deep palace for ten days, his already fragile willpower collapsed with this sudden illness, and along with the pain, it all poured out.
“Master, it’s getting late, should we prepare the carriage back to the mansion?”
“Mm.”
…Who was talking?
It seemed like someone was pulling him away again.
The arm that had been tightly hugged by him was also unceremoniously pulled out this time. Wu Jing blinked, tears welled up in an instant.
Ning Qinghong stood up, “Let His Majesty rest in the study tonight, don’t fuss anymore, let the imperial physician accompany him.”
Fu Chen tidied up his disheveled robe, “Yes.” He caught a glimpse of something and whispered a reminder, “Master, His Majesty…”.
Ning Qinghong followed the gaze.
As he was pulled into the bed and covered with the just brought bedding, Wu Jing did not struggle at all, just as he did when he took the medicine just now.
Ning Qinghong said a word, and he followed suit.
Now, even if he felt uncomfortable and wronged, he just blankly stared at the tall and upright figure of Ning Qinghong.
Tears overflowed from the young man’s eyes, he sniffed, his voice filled with tears, echoing the same words as before, “No, don’t leave.”
Saying a word, shedding a tear.
Pity and cuteness are essential.
Ning Qinghong’s eyes were slightly deep, his tone still calm, and he continued, “Let the eunuch wipe His Majesty’s body, but don’t touch water.”
Fu Chen, “Yes.”
Ning Qinghong, “How much is left of the account book?”
Fu Chen, “Thirty percent left.”
Ning Qinghong turned and left.
The door of the small room was closed, and the room regained its silence. The remaining palace servants quickly brought hot water and carefully wiped Wu Jing’s body, changed his clothes wet with sweat, and put on a fitting undershirt.
The desk on the couch had already been removed,
The warm fragrance rekindled.
Half an hour later, the door of the warm pavilion was pushed open again. Wu Jing seemed to sense something and opened his eyes drowsily. Vaguely, he heard someone let out a very light sigh, “Still crying?”
He was gently lifted by the newcomer, a wet cloth covering his face, gently wiping away the tears. After wiping away the tears, Wu Jing’s eyes were red at the corners, already swollen from crying.
With moist black eyes, he looked expectantly at the newcomer.
He seemed to smell the lingering scent of ink on the other person’s body, as well as the warmth emanating from them, as if they had just finished bathing, carrying the scent of soap nuts, and the newly changed clothes were scented with soothing incense.
Ning Qinghong had just finished reviewing the account book, had dinner, soaked in a hot soup, and sent his court attire back to his residence to be washed. He rarely rested in the palace, and there was no calming incense cake prepared for him in the palace to scent his clothes.
This white robe on him was rushed back by the internal guards, and tomorrow morning, his court attire and court cap would have to be sent over.
Quite troublesome, Ning Qinghong thought.
He bent down, wrapped the bedding around Wu Jing, and lifted him up, “Go to the sleeping hall.”
To prevent Wu Jing from catching a chill, just as Wu Jing peeked out of the blanket to look at him, Ning Qinghong pressed him back down.
In half an hour, the palace servants had cleaned up the bedroom of the Heart-Nourishing Hall meticulously. The floor was polished to a shine, not to mention the bed where Wu Jing had lain last night, with no trace left of why he had caught a chill.
A moderately thick golden silk quilt and a warm jade pillow were placed at the head of the bed, and the palace was scented with a warm fragrance. Green porcelain and other ornaments were brought in as decorations.
In no time, Wu Jing, who had been well taken care of, fell asleep holding onto Ning Qinghong’s arm, feeling comfortable and cozy.
Ning Qinghong sat at the edge of the couch, looking at the confidential reports presented by the Internal Guards with an unreadable expression.
Fu Chen used a dry cloth to wipe his master’s damp hair and asked softly, “Sir, have you heard from the spies tonight?”
All the big and small events in the capital city happened under the watchful eyes of the Internal Guards.
Upon hearing this, Ning Qinghong glanced at Wu Jing, who was already asleep, and replied, “Forget it, he’ll start causing trouble again when he wakes up later.”
He continued, “Have the spies write it down.”
Ning Qinghong had been reading the two confidential reports for a long time. He hadn’t slept well last night, experiencing for the first time how troublesome it was to have a child at home who was both unreliable and clingy.
Wu Jing’s body temperature kept fluctuating throughout the night. Sometimes he would feel hot and kick off the covers, then a while later he would feel cold and try to steal Ning Qinghong’s side of the covers, like a little stove with the charcoal fire inside flickering on and off.
But he was still relatively well-behaved in his sleep.
It wasn’t until dawn that Wu Jing’s fever finally subsided completely, and he settled down, sleeping even more soundly.
Ning Qinghong hadn’t slept all night and was awakened the next day by Fu Chen. He sighed softly, “Let the Cabinet handle it themselves.”
Every day before dawn, the officials had to come to the morning court meeting, followed by the reporting of court matters. After the morning court, the Cabinet would hold a small meeting to make decisions.
Fu Chen hesitated, “But, sir, the court officials are all waiting for you—”
Ning Qinghong closed his eyes and calmly said, “Even if the Great Zhou doesn’t have a monarch, it can still function. How could it fall apart without me?”
Fu Chen wisely kept silent and withdrew.
It wasn’t until midday that Wu Jing slowly woke up. As soon as he moved, he realized there was still someone lying next to him. In his arms, he still held the other person’s hand, his cheek and lips faintly pressed against the person’s knuckles.
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