"A humble commoner pays respects to the Emperor, may the Emperor be blessed with eternal fortune and health."
Inside the room, Steward Lin knelt on the ground to greet Yan Xiu: "This humble commoner knows that the Emperor didn’t want his identity exposed, which is why I didn’t greet you immediately. I hope the Emperor won’t hold my disrespect against me."
Steward Lin spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly.
Yan Xiu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the person kneeling on the ground: "Stand up, are you the steward here?"
"Yes, my surname is Lin." As Steward Lin spoke, he got up from the ground. His demeanor was respectful, but he showed no sign of fear.
This made Yan Xiu take a few more glances at Steward Lin.
"You may withdraw." Yan Xiu said, walking towards the bed.
Xue Yin instinctively wanted to block Yan Xiu, but Steward Lin grabbed her arm.
Steward Lin shook his head at Xue Yin, and the two of them left the room.
"Uncle Lin, why are you pulling me?" Xue Yin said discontentedly.
"That’s the Emperor." Steward Lin whispered.
"Of course I know that’s the Emperor." Xue Yin muttered softly, "I just did my salute."
"And yet you dare..." Steward Lin took a deep breath before saying softly, "I know what you’re thinking, but you must understand, the miss is now Li Xiurong, she is the Emperor’s concubine!"
Xue Yin pressed her lips together, feeling very uncomfortable.
The miss, who is such a good person, is now trapped in the deep palace losing herself. If she hadn’t encountered difficulties, why would she have come to Qingle Park?
"Xue Yin, as I see it, the Emperor’s affection for the miss is not just a rumor," Steward Lin mused, "Most people in power are emotionless and good at hiding their feelings, but just now, no matter how the Emperor tried to disguise it, he couldn’t conceal his care for the miss."
"But he is the Emperor!" Xue Yin said softly, biting her lip.
"Yes, because he is the Emperor, all we can do now is hope that his heart remains with the miss, and he does not betray her, otherwise..."
Otherwise what, Steward Lin did not continue.
But Xue Yin understood, her eyes bright as she clung to Steward Lin’s arm: "Uncle Lin, I knew it, you truly care for the miss too."
Steward Lin sighed, speaking warmly: "Guard well, do not let others disturb."
Xue Yin responded softly, found a chair, and sat nearby.
A half-hour later, Xue Yin knocked on the door holding a bowl of freshly brewed medicine.
"Hand it to me." Shen Quan stood at the door, preventing Xue Yin from entering.
Xue Yin moved her lips but ultimately said nothing, closing the door and continuing to stand guard outside.
"Emperor, the doctor said this medicine needs to be drunk while it’s hot."
Shen Quan looked at Li Xiurong, who was lying unconscious on the bed, and felt a headache; how could he feed her medicine like this?
He tentatively suggested, "Perhaps, let Lady Xiu’s maid come to feed her the medicine?"
Yan Xiu glanced at him flatly.
Shen Quan: ...
Hmm, he misspoke.
Yan Xiu sat beside the bed, gently supporting the delicate little concubine up.
Shen Quan understood, the Emperor intended to personally feed Li Xiurong the medicine!
Hmm, his ability to accept things is strong, this is no big deal!!!
After letting Li Yuyu lean against his chest, Yan Xiu looked up at Shen Quan.
Shen Quan quickly brought the bowl of medicine closer.
Yan Xiu took the spoon, tested the temperature of the decoction first, and then slowly brought it to Li Yuyu’s mouth.
Watching as over half a spoonful of medicine went in, Li Yuyu, feeling the bitterness, frowned slightly, not only turning her head in distaste but also pushing Yan Xiu’s hand away.
Luckily, Shen Quan dodged quickly, or else the bowl of decoction would have spilled all over the bed.
And the sleeping Li Yuyu, having tasted the bitterness, slowly opened her eyes...