When she suggested calling the Imperial Physician for a pulse check, Xie Wanqing’s face changed as the man in front of her deferred and evaded.
"Lu Ziyuan! It’s just a pulse check, what are you afraid of?"
"What could I be afraid of," Lu Ziyuan sighed helplessly, "It’s late into the night and close to New Year, the Imperial Medical Bureau might only have two elderly physicians on duty, and it’s snowing outside. Why rush at this moment?"
The reasoning does make sense.
But doesn’t Xie Wanqing know him?
This isn’t a benevolent and merciful monarch who cares for his subjects.
Let alone snow, if he weren’t feeling guilty, as long as she ordered it, even if it were raining knives outside, he’d call the Imperial Physician to ease her mind.
Xie Wanqing’s heart sank straight down, her eyes red as she glared at him, "Do you have a hidden illness?"
"..." Lu Ziyuan remained silent.
"Don’t you think I can tell if you have a hidden illness, eh?" He reached out, pulling her into his embrace to soothe, "Good Wanwan, don’t worry about these matters, I promise you, tomorrow I’ll call the Imperial Physician, summon every physician from the Imperial Medical Bureau, okay?"
"Indeed, it’s too late tonight, not good to raise a fuss, people outside might think something’s wrong between us."
He rambled on, his lips occasionally kissing her.
Xie Wanqing was already worried, seeing him still behaving like this, couldn’t help but slap his face to push him away.
"Lu Ziyuan!" She said seriously, "I don’t care what you’re hiding from me, but if you truly die young, I certainly won’t stay alone in this cold imperial palace!"
"..." Lu Ziyuan held her wrist, kissed it lightly, then unexpectedly laughed, "So worried about me?"
Xie Wanqing hated that while being so earnest, he was still casual and teasing, glaring at him with reddened eyes.
And Lu Ziyuan couldn’t bear her little expression, instantly pulling her into his arms, "Alright, alright, I won’t leave you alone."
He chuckled, "Even if I die young, I’ll take you with me, how about that, scared?"
"..." Xie Wanqing froze.
"Scared?" Lu Ziyuan tightened his hold on her, softly saying, "Just teasing you, don’t be afraid."
No one knows if what he says is true or false.
This obstinate lunatic!
Xie Wanqing closed her eyes, saying nothing more.
Lu Ziyuan coaxed her a few more times, seeing her still silent, he sighed helplessly, "Why are you so sensitive to teasing."
"You’re the one who’s sensitive to teasing!"
Xie Wanqing suddenly felt angry, gripping his lapel, straddled him, reaching to undo his buttons.
Very soon, she got annoyed with the slow pace of unbuttoning one by one and impatiently tore them open.
In return, Lu Ziyuan’s surprised smile, "So eager?"
Receiving a sharp glare, he obediently laid still.
"Okay, okay," he smiled at her, "I’ll play along with you."
"..." This remark nearly made Xie Wanqing laugh in exasperation as she was unbuttoning his clothes.
"Forget it," she scrambled off him, mocking, "What fun is there with you, always coughing up blood like a sickly person."
Lu Ziyuan was familiar with the term sickly person, a few years ago, he loved to call Pei Yuqing a sickly old man.
Now, struck directly by a belated boomerang, his emotions were mixed.
But he quickly reacted, grabbed her waist, and with a turn, pinned her beneath him, gritting his teeth with a smile, "Won’t you know whether I’m fun or not once you try?"