Chapter 951

Shaochun was dissatisfied, pouting and acting cute; although he also wanted to go find Jin Chen, … but Jin Xiaomo was still more important.

"Nonsense, the Imperial Elder Brother trusts this king so much; entering the palace would be as easy as flipping a hand!" Jin Xiaomo kissed the kitten's forehead.

"Well then…"

Shaochun reluctantly agreed.

Inside the Resting Heart Palace.

On the way back, even if Jin Chen was extra careful, there was still some jostling; Wen Zhi Heng couldn't take it, his face grew paler than paper, as if he might faint at any moment.

"Huai Feng, you still need to take your medicine; sleep later."

Jin Chen felt heartbroken, afraid Wen Zhi Heng would faint just like that; regardless of his consent, he forcibly pulled him into his embrace, his palm gently infusing Spiritual Power.

But Wen Zhi Heng truly had no strength; he could only rely on support to watch, his brows furrowed, lips tightly pressed.

His mind was hazy, and he couldn't make sense of what had happened today.

How could Jin Chen suddenly change his temperament like this? Even when they first married, he was never this gentle.

But Wen Zhi Heng had lived in the Cold Palace for half a year, and was often provoked by Shaochun every few days; he truly had no reliance on the emperor's pitying charity.

The emperor's aloofness is nothing unusual.

At this very moment, Jin Chen could take him out of Yuyue Palace, personally serve him tea, and tomorrow could just as easily lock him back up—it's all just a matter of a single word.

Wen Zhiheng thought, he had no wish to contend for favor, and couldn't be bothered to.

Such a hasty life was simply his fate.

Your Majesty, the medicine has arrived.

The senior palace maid Cloud Mist brought the medicine in; seeing Wen Zhiheng in this state, she almost burst into tears again. She had served His Highness for so long—how could just half a year in the Cold Palace reduce him to this?

Jin Chen personally took the medicine bowl, tested the temperature, then held the spoon to Wen Zhiheng's lips, "Huai Feng, this medicine is bitter, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Zhiheng propped himself up and sat up from his embrace, took the medicine bowl himself, drained it in one gulp, and placed the bowl in Cloud Mist's hands.

Jin Chen stared, dazed, and only after a moment put the spoon back down with a clink, as if just regaining his senses, he looked helplessly at the prepared snacks.

"Huai Feng..." Jin Chen's voice hoarse, he gently stroked the fallen cascade of black hair on Wen Zhiheng's back, "You used to hate bitterness, didn't you?"

Wen Zhiheng frowned, wiped his mouth, lowered his eyes in thought, then replied, "Your Majesty, that was when I was a child."

When he was the Crown Prince's attendant, his health was also poor, needing medicine every few days; that period left Jin Chen with the impression that he feared bitterness.

"But having grown up together, I never knew when Huai Feng's taste changed."

Jin Chen felt even worse, letting out a low, muffled sound.

Who would have thought, Wen Zhiheng gave a mocking, light laugh, "Your Majesty, it is not I who have changed."

He couldn't be bothered to say more, just about to sip tea to dispel the bitterness, when he suddenly started coughing again.

Wen Zhiheng raised a hand to cover his mouth, bent his body,

"Cough... cough..."

His throat felt as if tens of thousands of needles were stabbing it, his chest as if being scorched, and a metallic taste gradually spread from his mouth.

He coughed violently, his whole body trembling; Jin Chen had no time for anything else, embracing him and patting his back to ease his breath, his heart aching dully, Spiritual Power flowing in from his back, drop by drop, slow yet more effective than medicine.

Wen Zhiheng's coughing gradually subsided; the chill at his nose was no longer a cold, biting air but a faint warmth of sandalwood, his body held in an embrace, making him feel less miserable than before the coughing fit.

His long, slender hand moved away, the handkerchief stained with blood again; Jin Chen saw it and thought how red and glaring it was.

He snatched the handkerchief away, threw it aside, and handed Wen Zhiheng a cup of hot tea, his voice low and pained, "Drink the tea quickly to suppress the bloody taste."

Wen Zhiheng followed his hand, took a few sips of tea, and spat into the basin Cloud Mist was holding.

Leaning in Jin Chen's embrace, Wen Zhiheng's eyelids grew heavy; lacking the strength to think further, he fell into a deep sleep.

Jin Chen waved his hand, signaling Cloud Mist and the others to withdraw, covered him with the blanket, held the weak person in his arms tighter, his breathing grew heavy, his palm lightly stroking the cheek, his eyes flowing with pity and heartache.

"Huai Feng... Huai Feng."

He murmured, his chin gently resting on Wen Zhiheng's head, softly calling the name he had personally given Wen Zhiheng at his coming-of-age ceremony.

Outside the Core Heart Palace.

Yan Fu'an, Shun Ping, and Cloud Mist guarded the door, exchanging glances in Silence.

Finally, Shun Ping, unable to contain his curiosity, broke the Silence, first bowing respectfully to Yan Fu'an, "Chief Yan, do you know why His Majesty suddenly went to Yuyue Palace today?"

Yan Fu'an flicked his whisk, sighed, "How dare we presume to guess the Holy Will? It's merely that the Empress and His Majesty loved each other in their youth; to His Majesty, she has always been important."

As he spoke, he suddenly caught sight of a crowd rushing in angrily, at their forefront none other than the Young Chun Noble.

Yan Fu'an startled, hastily bowed and stepped forward to block the palace doors.

"Greetings, Your Highness, Young Chun Noble."

Cloud Mist also stepped back a few paces and performed a kneeling bow.

The Young Chun Noble, blocked by the three of them, crossed his arms in dissatisfaction, "Don't kneel—let me in quickly!"

"This... in reply to the Young Chun Noble, the Empress is resting; I'm afraid I cannot accept your greetings today."

Cloud Mist could hardly fail to see what this noble was after, but His Majesty had just barely regained his favor toward his lord; he could not let it be snatched away.

"Who said I came to pay respects to the Empress!"

The Young Chun Noble bristled, "I am going to see His Majesty—no one may stop me!"

Yan Fu'an broke out in a sweat, fearful of saying the wrong thing and later being punished; after making a few excuses, seeing the Young Chun Noble's adamant attitude, he could only go in to ask Jin Chen's opinion.

Who would have thought that just as he stepped inside, the Young Chun Noble had the palace maids and eunuchs block Shun Ping and Cloud Mist, then darted in himself with agile movements.

"Your Majesty!"

The Young Chun Noble's voice crisp and childlike, he hurried into the bedchamber, just in time to see Jin Chen embracing Wen Zhiheng as they slept together; he instantly grew unhappy, his lips pouting in displeasure.

"Your Majesty! How could you bring him out again!"

His tone was questioning, yet tinged with a coquettish liveliness, as if he were certain Jin Chen would not punish him.

"You haven't played with me all day..."

Shut up.

Jin Chen instinctively covered Wen Zhiheng's ears and snapped coldly, "Who let you in?"

Yan Fu'an knelt on the ground, "This... I really couldn't stop."

Shao Chun was yelled at by Jin Chen for two sentences, froze, his cat eyes wide and brimming with tears, "What are you angry about? How can you be angry at me?"

The commotion was so great that even if Wen Zhiheng slept deeply, he was awakened.

Wen Zhiheng weakly opened his eyes, glanced at the noisy Shao Chun, and raised a hand to his forehead.

Your Majesty.

"I'm here, how is Huai Feng doing?"

Wen Zhiheng dodged Jin Chen's hand, forced himself to sit up, leaving his embrace, his voice soft but extremely cold.

"If the Young Noble wants you to accompany him, then go."

"Why make a fuss here, it looks like flirting."