Chapter 1293: Chapter 779: An Youyou’s Drunken Loss of Composure (Part 3)
An Youyou was a bit absent-minded, at this moment hearing An Ji’s words, she paused, "Companion?"
"There are also many women in Beiyuan willing to be companions with eunuchs, don’t worry, I will never let you suffer, the companion I find for you will definitely satisfy you."
An Youyou seemed to smile a little.
She said, "So the reason you keep me in Beiyuan is just because of my excellent medical skills, right?"
An Ji’s heart trembled.
Not just that.
But he also didn’t want to refute.
He said, "Yes, Beiyuan needs a doctor with superb medical skills like you."
An Youyou lowered her head.
It seemed as though there was a trace of sadness in her eyes, or perhaps it was just an illusion.
She said, "Daxuan needs it too."
"Daxuan has many doctors as skilled as you, but Beiyuan doesn’t..."
"But I am from Daxuan." An Youyou looked up again, her eyes returning to normal, "I wish to return to my own country."
"Can’t you stay for me?" An Ji’s voice was low.
"I cannot." An Youyou rejected outright.
She had no masochistic tendencies.
Staying by his side, watching him with other women, happy and fulfilled.
An Ji fell silent.
An Li’s unwavering rejection left him somewhat hurt.
It turns out, to An Li, he was nothing special.
The dining table was awkward.
An Youyou stretched lazily, "I’m full, let’s go."
Then she got up.
With a calm demeanor, showing no sign of unusual emotions.
An Ji watched An Youyou’s still lively back, slowly following her.
He didn’t notice.
Beneath that lively facade, her eyes were already red with tears.
After drinking, An Youyou suggested returning, saying she was tired.
An Ji didn’t persist either, escorting An Youyou back to the Imperial Palace.
In the carriage.
An Youyou really fell asleep.
In fact, she didn’t want to sleep either, she wanted to hold on until they returned to the Imperial Palace, but she couldn’t resist the low mood coupled with fatigue. After all, she barely slept the night before, whether it was excitement or... other reasons, in short, the swaying made her sleep.
The carriage stopped.
The guard respectfully lifted the curtain for them and laid out a stepping mat.
An Ji watched An Youyou’s sleeping face and reached out to carry her in his arms.
The guard was a bit surprised but didn’t dare to say much.
The emperor indeed treated An Li the Imperial Physician differently from others.
An Ji carried An Li off the carriage, his eyebrows furrowing slightly at that moment.
She ate so much, yet she was still so light.
Holding her, she weighed almost nothing.
An Ji walked with large strides into the sleeping quarters.
After ascending to the throne and moving into the Imperial Palace, he had also prepared a separate residence for An Li to eat and live in.
An Ji carefully placed An Li on the bed, surprisingly, she didn’t wake up at all.
Such a grown person, yet no sense of caution.
If someone carried her away to sell, she probably wouldn’t even know.
Not sure how she grew up alone in Daxuan?!
His heart tightened again.
Tomorrow, he must truly send her back to Daxuan.
An Ji’s gaze couldn’t help but fall on An Li’s face.
Always watching.
Unwilling to part.
"Uh..." An Youyou murmured in discomfort.
"What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" An Ji asked.
An Youyou drowsily opened her eyes.
For the first time, she felt the delayed effect of alcohol described in legends.
Due to her unique constitution, she should recover quickly.
This wine was indeed quite strong.
"An Li, what’s wrong?!" An Ji saw An Youyou open her eyes but remain silent, so he called out to her again.
An Youyou’s vision was blurry.
She only saw a fuzzy shadow swaying before her eyes.
She felt the whole world spinning, as if she was about to float up.
"Do you want some tea?" An Ji nervously asked her.
An Youyou nodded.
An Ji quickly had the Palace Attendant pour some tea, helping An Youyou up gently and taking the tea handed over by the Palace Attendant.
An Youyou, helped up by An Ji, felt even dizzier.
She uncomfortably twisted a bit.
Her hand, feeling uncomfortable, waved and accidentally knocked over An Ji’s hand, spilling tea all over An Youyou’s clothes.
"Your Majesty!"
The Palace Attendant was startled.
An Ji was also startled.
Fortunately, the tea wasn’t hot, it merely soaked An Youyou’s clothes without scalding her.
"I’m dizzy." An Youyou murmured in discomfort.
An Ji frowned slightly.
An Li’s voice seemed different from usual at that moment.
