"But Your Majesty, you are still very weak, don't you want me to take care of you?"
Su Qingdao.
"No, I want to be alone for a while. If I feel uncomfortable, I will call you."
"Okay, then I will stay outside. If you need something, the prince, call me."
After Su Qing finished speaking, he retreated and closed the door.
As soon as everyone left, the study returned to its former tranquility.
Su Qishao supported his limp body and slowly sat up.
He glanced at the dark concoction, then stood up, walked to the flower pot with the medicine bowl, and poured the concoction in the bowl into the flower pot.
Then, he took the pot of chrysanthemums originally placed on the table and hid it under the bed, then went back to the bed and lay down.
As soon as he lay down, he looked at the dim tent ceiling and felt a boundless loneliness coming towards him.
When the weather is clear during the day and he has something to do, he won't feel so uncomfortable; but at night, he feels very irritable.
Why would he marry a woman he doesn't love?
This was really painful. He really envied those couples who were in love with each other.
He lay on the bed, tossing and turning for a while. He simply got up and looked outside through the crack in the door, and found Su Qing dutifully guarding the door.
Then, he turned around and walked to the back door. He gently opened the back door and walked out under the moonlight.
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It was late autumn, it was cold outside, and Su Qishao was only wearing a emerald blue singlet.
He looked around and found no one, so he took advantage of the moonlight and came to a lake in the backyard.
Looking at the cold lake, the eldest princess's words rang in his ears.
"Don't let your wound touch water, otherwise it will worsen. You should be careful when you take a shower later."
He took a look at the wound on his arm. Will it worsen as long as it comes into contact with water?
This would definitely endanger his life, so would Xiao Yue'er be able to come and see him?
Thinking of this, he slowly leaned against the lake and got into the water.
He was a landlubber and couldn't swim, so he had to lean on the shallow shore and slowly get wet.
The lake was very cold, and he was very afraid of the cold, so his teeth were chattering after a while.
He let out a light breath, then leaned his head on the shore. He looked up at the dark sky, spread his hands, and dipped his hands into the ice water wantonly.
At this time, his whole body was soaked in ice water, including the wounds on his arms. This feeling was not pleasant, but he enjoyed it very much.
After about soaking in a stick of incense, he climbed out of the water shivering onto the shore, and then quietly returned to his room through the back door.
As soon as he returned to his room, he took off the wet undershirt, stuffed it randomly into the closet, and put on a clean, pure white undershirt.
After doing all this, he lay down on the bed shivering, lifted the quilt, and began to sleep.
Unknowingly, Su Qishao fell asleep.
But as dawn approached, he found that his body was getting heavier and heavier, as if a thousand kilograms of iron were pressing down on him. His whole body was sore and weak, and he kept coughing.
Every time he coughed, his throat felt like smoke, and it was so hot that his face twisted and he wanted to jump directly into the fire pit.
At this time, he found that the wound on his arm was itchy and painful.
He wanted to get up, but he didn't have any strength.
That feeling of loneliness came back to him.
He was so confused that he felt as if one foot had stepped into the gate of hell, as if there was a strong breath of death surrounding him.