At dawn, Qiye woke up. He felt that there was a faint scent in his hand, a very familiar scent. He opened his eyes to look for it, but he didn't see the person he wanted to see.
He opened his mouth and was about to call Qianshang, but he was interrupted by Hong Yi who entered the room.
Hongyi's eyes were red, as if he hadn't slept all night. When he saw that he was awake, he gave him a sad smile, reached out and grabbed Qiye's hand, and said with a choked voice: "Your Majesty, are you awake?"
"The Queen didn't leave last night?" Qiye looked at his left hand and asked abruptly.
Hongyi was startled, not understanding why Qiye asked like this. He looked around and saw that there were some drops of sweat on the forehead of the imperial doctor, but Hurd stood with an indifferent expression.
Frowning, thinking, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes
"Your Majesty is like this, how can I, my concubine, sleep?" With a perfect voice, she spoke a shy tone and answered evasively.
Hongyi clearly saw a trace of disappointment flashing in Qiye's eyes.
Why not her? Why didn't she come? She promised me that as long as Hurd came back alive, she would love him well, but why, why didn't she come once in so many days?
Then, he closed his eyes and said calmly: "I'm tired, I need to rest first."
Hongyi bit his lower lip and had to sit aside, staring at the handsome man in a daze.
Late at night, the crescent moon moves to the zenith, and the palace is silent.
The inner room of Jiutian Temple was still illuminated by red candles. Qiye lay quietly on the bed, his consciousness was particularly clear. He opened his eyes and watched the red clothes serving him carefully.
The room was very quiet, and no one broke the silence. The imperial doctor had been making diagnoses for several days, and now he could finally rest.
Hurd stood aside and looked at Hong Yi. He was thinking about when she would leave. In this case, in that case, he could bring Qian Shang back.