mesbooks Chapter 124 The Prime Minister is actually a woman, and His Majesty the Emperor drools over her.
Chapter 124 The Prime Minister is actually a woman, and His Majesty the Emperor drools over her.
After the imperial physician left, Mu Chenfeng stared blankly at the medicine bottle in his hand, as if he had thought of something, and lifted the blanket covering her legs.
As he suspected, it was him; he had hurt her by being too rough.
He was filled with remorse. She had cried and begged him so desperately last night, yet he still couldn't control himself and had hurt her.
While resisting being attracted by her beauty, I helped her apply the medicine.
While feeling sorry for her, I secretly resolved in my heart that I would never hurt her again next time.
When Mu Wanwan woke up the next day, she didn't dare to look at Mu Chenfeng at all, and turned her back to him.
"Your Majesty, your fever persisted last night, and His Majesty took care of you without sleep all night long. Look at his eyes, they are covered in dark circles."
Cui'er smiled and truthfully reported to Mu Wanwan. Mu Chenfeng glanced at her and said, "Cui'er, who asked you to be nosy!"
His body only reacts to her intimacy. In his life, he will never have any physical contact with any other woman except her. She is his woman, and taking care of her is his responsibility as her man, which he doesn't need to say out loud.
Cui'er looked at Mu Wanwan with great joy, feeling genuinely happy that she had gained the emperor's favor. However, at the same time, a trace of worry quietly crept into her heart.
After all, although on the surface gaining the emperor's favor meant supreme glory and respect, in reality, Mu Wanwan was not the emperor's legitimate concubine.
In the deep and unfathomable imperial harem, vying for the emperor's favor is commonplace. To win the emperor's heart, the concubines resort to all sorts of insidious, cunning, and unscrupulous tricks.
If they were to learn of Mu Wanwan's special existence and the secrets hidden within her, it's hard to say whether the Emperor would still be able to protect her.
Although the lives of the Mu clan members have been temporarily saved, Mu Wanwan is undoubtedly now in another perilous and precarious situation.
The road ahead will be full of difficulties and dangers, like walking on thin ice. A slight mistake could mean certain death. With a heart full of worries, Cui'er quietly left the room.
Inside the room, Mu Wanwan slowly turned to the side, her gaze timidly falling on Mu Chenfeng, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.
His handsome face still held a gentle smile as he softly asked, "Mumu, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
However, Mu Wanwan did not respond immediately to such a heartfelt question.
She bit her lip slightly, gently sat up from the bed, as if she wanted to say something, but hesitated.
That damn bastard! His waist strength is ridiculously good; if he hadn't been holding her back, he might have sent her flying with every thrust!
The image of the two of them entwined yesterday lingered in her mind. Although she felt ashamed and indignant, she had more important things to do now, and she had to put shame aside.
"Cui'er, where's my medicine!" Mu Wanwan called out anxiously.
The moment the voice faded, Cui'er, who had just gone out, rushed over upon hearing the sound. She carefully carried a steaming bowl of medicinal soup and slowly walked in.
"Master, the medicine is ready," Cui'er said softly, then respectfully handed the medicine bowl to Mu Wanwan.
At this moment, Mu Chenfeng was obviously unaware of the purpose of the bowl of medicine. He was only thinking that it should be a good medicine to help Mu Wanwan recover from her wounds as soon as possible, so he eagerly and very attentively took the bowl of medicine from Cui'er's hands.
"Mu Mu, come here, let me feed you your medicine." Mu Chenfeng looked at Mu Wanwan on the sickbed with tenderness, his eyes full of concern and love.
"Thank you, Your Majesty..." Mu Wanwan replied weakly, managing a faint smile despite her still being physically weak.
Mu Chenfeng gently rubbed the top of her head. Although he seemed to be scolding her, his tone was clearly full of endless pampering and indulgence.
"After sleeping for so long, why are you so distant from me when you wake up, even calling me 'Your Majesty'? Hmm?"
Mu Wanwan didn't say anything more, but simply opened her mouth slightly, letting Mu Chenfeng spoon the bitter medicine into her mouth.
She swallowed slowly, taking small sips, each one seeming somewhat difficult. While drinking the medicine, for some reason, Mu Wanwan suddenly choked and began coughing violently.
Seeing this, Mu Chenfeng was extremely anxious. He quickly picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped away the remaining medicine stains from the corner of her mouth.
Perhaps because the medicine was too bitter and difficult to swallow, Mu Wanwan's already pale face became even more unsightly after drinking it, and her brows furrowed tightly.
Seeing Mu Wanwan in such pain, Mu Chenfeng felt heartbroken. He quickly grabbed a candied fruit from the table and put it in her mouth, hoping to alleviate the bitterness of the medicine.
However, no one expected that, despite having sweet candied fruit in her mouth, Mu Wanwan's tears would uncontrollably slide down her cheeks.
He hurriedly handed the two bowls to Cui'er, got into bed, hugged her, and gently comforted her, "Honey, they say good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease. Once your injury is fully healed, we won't need to take medicine anymore."
Cui'er couldn't bear to watch any longer. Her mistress was clearly drinking a contraceptive soup, and the Emperor himself had fed it to her. Her mistress must be feeling wronged to be crying.
"Your Majesty, my master is drinking a contraceptive soup, not some medicine to treat wounds!"
Mu Chenfeng stopped abruptly, his body stiffening. (Is this a nasal contraceptive?)
"Cui'er, shut up! Who asked you to say something so insolent!"
Mu Wanwan immediately scolded Cui'er, but in her heart she couldn't help but give Cui'er a thumbs up, praising her as a great wingman. Mu Chenfeng should be feeling so guilty that he'd want to bang his head against the wall.
What have I just done? I actually made Mu Mu drink the contraceptive soup! Damn it!
With a loud slap, he gave himself a resounding slap. The sound had barely faded when a clear five-finger mark appeared on his face, showing that he had used all his strength. Although his face stung, it couldn't erase his guilt.
She grabbed his hand, her voice thick with emotion, and held it tenderly in her palm.
"What are you doing? Why are you slapping yourself in the face?"
"Mumu, promise me you'll never drink contraceptive soup again, okay? That medicine is bad for your health! Many women drink contraceptive soup for a long time and end up with very weak bodies."
Mu Wanwan gave a bitter smile, her body trembling slightly, her hands tightly gripping the blanket in front of her. "Mu Chenfeng, I am nothing more than one of your concubines."
In the common people, a concubine was not even as good as a maidservant, and in the imperial palace, a concubine was not even considered a lady-in-waiting.
I am utterly unworthy to conceive a royal heir, so I drink the contraceptive soup without the emperor's prompting.
"Your Majesty will no longer have to worry about the child, and besides, I don't want my child to be born into a situation where he can't hold his head high in the eyes of the world and is despised because of a mother like me."