Fu Sheng clearly froze for a moment, asking uncertainly, "Your Highness... Your Highness? Have you regained your senses?"
You Rong casually lit the candlestick on the table. In the candlelight, Fu Sheng saw his clear, sharp eyes. Even without an answer, he already had one in his heart.
Fu Sheng quickly threw off the quilt and got out of bed, kneeling to pay his respects. "Your servant greets Your Highness."
You Rong sat down and nodded slightly. "Uncle Fu, please rise. I have something to instruct you to do by coming to you so late."
Uncle Fu quickly cupped his hands in response. "Yes, Your Highness, what are your orders? Your servant is listening."
"Go and fetch me the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. I need to write letters to several officials and Commander Jiang."
"Yes, Your Highness, your servant will do it right away."
After Fu Sheng brought the writing materials, You Rong picked up the brush, wrote several letters, and handed them to Fu Sheng. "Tomorrow, you will personally leave the estate and deliver these to the residences of these officials. If they ask who sent you, just say that Your Highness personally instructed you to deliver them."
Fu Sheng respectfully took the letters. "Yes, your servant obeys. Please rest assured, Your Highness, your servant will handle this matter properly."
"Hmm." You Rong nodded with satisfaction. "Uncle Fu is one of the Empress Dowager's people, and I trust him."
Fu Sheng hesitated for a moment, then could no longer suppress his curiosity and dared to ask, "May I know when Your Highness regained your senses? This... have you not yet informed the Empress Dowager?"
You Rong's eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice, "I have not yet informed the Empress Dowager of my regaining my senses, and I ask you not to speak of it for the time being. The Princess Consort must also not speak of it... This will make it easier for me to act. When the time is right, I will tell the Empress Dowager myself."
Uncle Fu said, "Yes, Your Highness, your servant understands."
In the bedroom.
Lin Qinghe was deep in thought when she heard footsteps outside. Knowing it was You Rong returning, she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
As expected, the bedroom door was pushed open. You Rong tiptoed back, lifted the quilt, and lay down, embracing her. However, You Rong did not notice the almost imperceptible curve of Lin Qinghe's lips.
The night passed. The sky outside brightened. You Rong had long since woken up, but because he had never woken up early during his period of feigned foolishness, he had to lie in bed waiting for Lin Qinghe to wake up and call him, and then pretend to have just woken up, for fear of arousing her suspicion.
Having woken up long ago, You Rong had nothing to do, so his gaze fell on Lin Qinghe's delicate face, and he studied her carefully.
As he was engrossed in watching her, Lin Qinghe's eyelashes fluttered twice. You Rong was startled and quickly withdrew his thoughts, closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep.
Lin Qinghe opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was a face as handsome as jade. She curved her lips.
He had been staring at her just now, almost boring a hole in her face, and now he was pretending to be asleep quite quickly.
Lin Qinghe did not expose You Rong. As usual, she reached out and gently pushed him, calling, "Your Highness, Your Highness... wake up, it's time to get up for breakfast."
You Rong mumbled something incoherently and slowly opened his eyes, looking at Lin Qinghe with sleepy eyes and smiling foolishly, "Princess Consort, you're awake."
Lin Qinghe pinched You Rong's cheek hard. "Yes, I'm awake. Did Your Highness sleep well last night? I vaguely heard the sound of a door opening in the middle of the night. Did Your Highness get up to go out?"
Lin Qinghe was pleased to see a hint of panic flash across You Rong's face, which then quickly calmed down. He pretended to be unaffected and smiled foolishly at her, "This... this king had an upset stomach last night and went out to the privy!"
"Oh... so that's what happened. Are you feeling any better now? Should I call a doctor to examine Your Highness?"
Seeing that Lin Qinghe believed him, You Rong secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued to smile foolishly, "No, no! This king feels much better!"
Lin Qinghe smiled meaningfully. "Fortunately, Your Highness is fine... Let's not linger in bed, let's get up quickly. We need to go to Misty Rain Pavilion to see Divine Physician Feng today."
"Yes, alright."
Looking at Lin Qinghe's retreating back, You Rong's brow furrowed, a hint of worry in his eyes.
He had regained his senses, but he wondered if he could keep it from Feng Jing Tian.
Upon arriving at Misty Rain Pavilion, Feng Jing Tian took You Rong's pulse and raised an eyebrow slightly before turning to look at Lin Qinghe.
Lin Qinghe smiled faintly and nodded to Feng Jing Tian. "Divine Physician Feng, you said my husband needed to soak in medicinal baths for a full month to recover. There are still a few days left... Is he about to recover?"
Having played chess with Lin Qinghe frequently in recent days, Feng Jing Tian could understand Lin Qinghe's intentions and cooperated by saying, "Yes, yes... it looks like he still needs a few more days of medicinal baths to recover. Today, let this fool soak by himself. Come with me outside the courtyard to play chess. I acquired a set of excellent chess pieces the other day, and they are perfect for this."
"All right, Divine Physician Feng."
You Rong sat on the edge of the bathtub. Seeing Lin Qinghe about to leave, he instinctively reached out to pull her. Lin Qinghe patted his head and smiled, "Your Highness, stay here and be good. You can come out after soaking for an hour. I'll play chess with Divine Physician Feng outside."
Although You Rong was reluctant for her to leave, he still nodded and replied, "...Yes, this king understands."
Lin Qinghe and Feng Jing Tian went to the courtyard outside. As soon as they sat down, Divine Physician Feng stroked his white beard and chuckled, "You girl... what exactly are you plotting? You saw that your husband had long regained his senses, why didn't you expose him?"
Lin Qinghe blinked her bright eyes and smiled, "Why not expose him? Naturally, it's... because I find it amusing."
"Hahaha... you girl are truly amusing. I have never seen such an intelligent girl. It's a pity... that you insist on staying with that fool. Otherwise, you would be wonderful with my disciple. Honestly, my disciple is no less handsome than your fool of a husband!"
Looking at Ye Qingyan, who was picking herbs in the courtyard, with his tall and slender build and handsome face, Lin Qinghe smiled, "...Yes, he is not worse than him."
"Then will you consider him?"
Lin Qinghe smiled without speaking, picked up a white jade chess piece, and placed it down, subtly changing the subject, "Divine Physician Feng, you lost again today."
Feng Jing Tian looked down and was shocked to find himself with no way out, forced by Lin Qinghe. He was both impressed and unwilling. "Come! Let's play another game. I don't believe I can't win a single game against you today!"
After playing three games in a row, Feng Jing Tian lost them all. Frustrated, he simply pulled Ye Qingyan over and sat him in his place, saying with a straight face, "You... you learn more chess skills from this girl. Your chess skills are terrible, so bad that I can't bear to watch."
Ye Qingyan's mouth twitched fiercely. "Smelly old man, I think you're just too embarrassed to lose. You've lost all face and are using me as an excuse to run away, aren't you!"
"You brat!" Feng Jing Tian glared at him fiercely, refusing to admit that he had lost a bit embarrassingly. "I'm giving you an opportunity to learn. You unenterprising fellow! Hurry up and learn. I'm going to see if the medicine is ready!"
With that, Feng Jing Tian walked away with a brazen stride, his face as impassive as ever, completely ignoring Ye Qingyan, who was so angry his face had turned black.
Lin Qinghe calmly collected the chess pieces. Seeing Ye Qingyan's dark face, she couldn't help but chuckle, "Young Master Ye, you and Divine Physician Feng have a very good relationship as master and disciple."
Ye Qingyan's face turned even uglier. "Who has a good relationship with that shameless old man!"
"Is that so? I can see that Divine Physician Feng dotes on you. When you weren't here, he spoke of you highly to me."
Ye Qingyan was stunned for a moment, and disbelievingly asked, "Really? That smelly old man would say good things about me to you?"
"Of course, it's true."
Ye Qingyan's ears turned slightly red. He pouted proudly and snorted, which only made Lin Qinghe smile even more.
What a pair of master and disciple who say one thing and mean another.
Suddenly, Lin Qinghe heard a system prompt: "Progress bar increased by 5%, total progress bar is 42%."