After the rebirth, the empress took the tragic script of Meiqiang

Chapter 82 God’s Will

There was a layer of deerskin sewn inside the secret bag, which was soft, wear-resistant and waterproof. Therefore, although the jade belt was almost damaged, the secret bag was still well preserved.

Ye Qinghuai took out the note and unfolded it.

The three-inch long piece of paper was neatly folded without any wrinkles. On it were two lines of delicate regular script written vertically, a handwriting that Ye Qinghuai was very familiar with.

"There are trees in the mountains, but the trees have branches, and my heart is happy for you, but you don't know it."

Ye Qinghuai felt like she was struck by five thunders: "..."

Lu Yanchen actually peeled off the inscription on the small portrait and hid it close to his body together with the gold medal.

If the small portrait hanging in his study can be said to be because he recognized Ye Qinghuai's painting skills and liked himself in the painting, then why does he carry these two lines of small words with him?

A suffocating thought hit Ye Qinghuai——

Doesn't he like me?

Ye Qinghuai turned her gaze slightly stiffly to Lu Yanchen. She looked at that familiar face in disbelief.

Lu Yanchen's face was pale, and he frowned slightly because of the pain. He looked pitiful and innocent, harmless to humans and animals.

Ye Qinghuai's eyes quickly turned from frightened to serious.

Countless thoughts came to mind.

With Lu Yanchen's temperament, it's absolutely impossible for him to like a man. So, he shouldn't have discovered that I'm a woman, right?

When did he notice it?

Did someone tell him? Or did he find out the clue somewhere?

A cold light flashed across Ye Qinghuai's eyes.

For a moment, Ye Qinghuai even felt that if he knew that he was a woman, it would not be a bad thing for him to be unable to wake up like this.

But this thought was fleeting. Even she was shocked.

As if he was suddenly possessed by something, he had thoughts that were scary and unfamiliar even to himself.

Ye Qinghuai raised his hand to touch his forehead and blinked hard to wake himself up a little.

"What's wrong with me..." she whispered softly.

That was Lu Yanchen, the man who helped her desperately, the gentleman she admired with all her heart, and she actually had murderous intentions towards him.

Even if it's just for a moment.

Ye Qinghuai took two deep breaths before raising his eyes to look at Lu Yanchen.

After she calmed down, she realized the absurdity of her inference.

Lu Yanchen has always valued etiquette, justice and shame the most. If he knew that Ye Qinghuai was a woman, even if he had intentions in his heart, he would definitely stay away from her and be cautious. He would never be able to do something as intimate as holding her hand in the carriage today.

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Does he really like men?

Ye Qinghuai frowned.

She really couldn't connect Lu Yanchen with the word "broken sleeves".

Perhaps there is another possibility. Did he carry these two lines written by the emperor with him for self-protection or as a threat?

But Ye Qinghuai really couldn't imagine that the love poems written by her, an emperor in name only, could be used to blackmail anyone.

"Ye Qinghuai!" Zhou Shouyi's voice suddenly rang in her ears, pulling her back from deep thought.

"What are you so crazy about? You didn't respond for a long time." Zhou Shouyi stared at Ye Qinghuai closely.

"You've been calling me for a long time? Why didn't I hear you?" Ye Qinghuai looked blank.

Zhou Shouyi suddenly changed his expression to look at her patiently and looked at her cautiously.

This familiar look brought Ye Qinghuai back to her senses completely. She had a bad feeling that she was about to have her pulse taken and drink a bunch of unpleasant medicine.

"Grandpa Zhou, I'm fine. I'm really fine! It's been too long since I've rested. Just sleep and keep it safe. I'm going to rest now."

Ye Qinghuai promised and exited the room.

Before leaving, she took one last look at Lu Yanchen on the bed.

His brows seemed to have relaxed a bit, and there was a slight flush on his face. This flush made his pale and perfect side face look more vivid, and inexplicably a bit alluring.

Seeing this made Ye Qinghuai's heart skip a beat.

After she exited the dormitory, she stood at the door and was stunned.

Ye Qinghuai suddenly felt that his liking for Lu Yanchen back then might have really been due to lust.

——

The next morning, the sun rose in the east.

Ye Qinghuai did not hear Li Baoquan's loud morning news today.

But she still got up very early.

In order to look "bedridden", Ye Qinghuai did not change her clothes and her hair was simply tied up.

After she got up, she went to the bedroom to check on Lu Yanchen.

There were only two people in the dormitory, Lu Yanchen and Zhou Shouyi.

Lu Yanchen showed no signs of waking up, but the area between his brows had relaxed, so the pain should not be that great.

His chest is not as shocking as yesterday, but has been wrapped with a bandage. It should be that the sores have been suppressed and there is no need to change the dressing frequently.

Ye Qinghuai probed his forehead, and sure enough, it was cold and no longer burning.

As expected of Zhou Shouyi.

If it had been someone else who handled the treatment last night, Ye Qinghuai would never have been able to sleep peacefully like Lu Yanchen did.

Zhou Shouyi must have been busy all night, and he fell asleep on the desk at this moment.

There is also a piece of manuscript paper pressed under the old man's body, with the names of some medicinal herbs written messily on it.

Ye Qinghuai picked up a blanket from the bedside and gently put it on Zhou Shouyi.

It's really not easy for him to stay up all night at his age.

Then, Ye Qinghuai took out the folded note from his arms and put it back into Lu Yanchen's secret bag.

She looked at Lu Yanchen's sleeping face and felt mixed emotions in her heart.

She once hoped that Lu Yanchen would show even the slightest hint of different affection for her. For this reason, she tried to make excuses and did not hesitate to tell him as her daughter, but she could not get a favor from him.

Now the thing she had been pursuing so hard was placed in front of her, but she didn't dare to touch it or believe it.

She couldn't afford to gamble, and Da Jing couldn't afford to gamble either.

She didn't dare to bet on Lu Yanchen's sincerity, nor her own will.

Ye Qinghuai suddenly felt a little funny.

When she asked for everything, she couldn't get it; when she couldn't ask for it, she had to give it to her.

Does this mean that if you plant flowers intentionally, they will fail, but if you plant willows unintentionally, they will produce shade?

It's really God's will.

Looking back carefully, it seems that her life has always been filled with this kind of helplessness caused by God's will.

Ye Qinghuai put the secret bag on the inside of the jade belt, then turned the jade belt over and pressed the secret bag firmly underneath without any clues.

Like a ripple on the water, it disappears without a sound, forever becoming a secret that no one can break.

Ye Qinghuai looked at Lu Yanchen's pale and haggard face, his eyes softened, and he reached out to brush the messy hair from his forehead.

Then, she left the bedroom and gently closed the door.

Outside, it was already broad daylight, and the pungent smell of traditional Chinese medicine still lingered in the yard.

Last night this was Zhou Shouyi's battlefield. He stayed up all night to save Lu Yanchen's life.

And next, it is Ye Qinghuai's battlefield.

(End of chapter)