Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1984

Chapter 1984

The medicine pot gurgled over the charcoal fire, and the steaming medicinal vapor mixed with the morning dew condensed into fine water droplets between his brows.

Sometimes he fanned the fire with a fan, and sometimes he lifted the lid to check the color of the medicine. He was not even aware that his sleeves were stained by the splashed medicine.

The heavy atmosphere in the room gradually loosened, but no one dared to relax.

Although the high fever had subsided, Shi Anxia's face was still pale and almost transparent, and even the last trace of blood on his lips had faded.

Her long eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes with difficulty. Her gaze was scattered for a moment before gradually focusing.

His cracked lips moved slightly, and his first words were, "Is mother back?"

Shi Yunqi felt a lump in his throat and his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

He leaned over and gently touched the top of her head, "It will be soon, Xia'er, have a good sleep. When you wake up, you will definitely see your mother."

Shi Anxia raised the corners of her mouth slightly and closed her eyes obediently.

Thick eyelashes cast two dark shadows on the pale cheeks, trembling slightly as the breathing gradually became steady, like a tired butterfly finally finding a resting place.

Deep in the palace, Emperor Zhaowu was also bedridden.

The emperor vomited blood.

The envoy Shen Yuan stayed up all night and was busy in the bedroom like a whipping top.

Originally, there was a key point that required the "golden needle acupuncture" technique, and this was something that Madam Anguo was best at.

But when the imperial physician on duty went to call for help with a lantern, he was told that Madam Anguo had already rushed to the young master's residence.

Shen Yuanshi hesitated for a moment while twisting the silver needle, but finally felt that Emperor Zhaowu's dragon body was not as important as the princess' phoenix body, so he gave up.

This thought scared him.

He slyly decided to roll up his sleeves and perform acupuncture himself. Although his technique was not as exquisite as Lady Anguo's, it was inevitable that the emperor would suffer more physical pain and the efficacy would be reduced by three points, but for now he had to make do with it.

After the acupuncture was given to Emperor Zhaowu, he vomited blood and only then did he feel the tightness in his chest ease a little.

That thrilling game of chess not only took away Emperor Zhaowu's chance of winning and dignity, but also drained away all his former spirit and vigor like a tearing out of his marrow and bones.

Emperor Zhaowu originally had great intentions in displaying his chess skills in front of Shi Anxia.

This was one of the few times he could stand up straight in front of her.

He knew very well that the throne was earned for him by his younger sister and his husband.

He had rushed to Tiema City day and night earlier, with the intention of sharing her worries. He had to suppress those local officials in Lingzhou who pretended to obey but actually disobeyed, and he also had to calm down the military and political turmoil that had been caused by Jiang Zhongxin and was threatening to spread like wildfire.

However, he was of no use at all.

Shi Anxia had already planned everything, and the evidence of the Lingzhou officials' crimes was neatly delivered to the Ministry of Justice; the turmoil caused by Jiang Zhongxin was easily eliminated by her.

What else could he do?

Only on this tiny chessboard can the emperor maintain his last dignity.

What's more, she also said, "I lose, I join the game and let you make your move."

Since when, the idea of ​​marrying her and making her his master has become the deepest obsession in his heart.

It is not just the man's admiration for the beautiful woman, but also the emperor's desire to conquer her.

Emperor Zhaowu thought he was sure to win. The black and white pieces on the chessboard seemed to have transformed into his sharp edge that had been dormant for many years.

Winning is a sure thing! This was his only thought before he made his move.

You know, he is the famous national player Changping Jun of the Northern Wing!