HBWnovel Chapter 232 Consort Fucha
Chapter 232 Consort Fucha
Night fell like a giant black curtain, gradually enveloping the entire Forbidden City in a deep darkness.
Inside the bedchamber, the candlelight flickered gracefully in the gentle breeze.
The reflection on Da Pangju's pale, paper-white face made him appear even more haggard and old.
Fucha Peiyun and Nian Shilan sat side by side on the edge of the bed.
He remained silent, simply watching over the unconscious, chubby orange cat.
Time passed slowly in silence, as if even the air had frozen.
Their faces showed signs of weariness, revealing exhaustion and anxiety.
Their eyes never left the big, fat orange cat.
Ye'er carefully walked to Fucha Peiyun's side:
"Your Majesty, you've been watching over the Emperor all day. How can your body withstand this?"
"Let me take care of the Emperor for you, Your Majesty. Please go and rest."
Her tone was full of concern, and her eyes revealed a hint of reluctance.
At the same time, Songzhi was also advising Nian Shilan:
"Your Majesty, please go and rest. This servant will watch over the Emperor for you."
Her voice was equally soft, with a hint of pleading.
Nian Shilan shook her head slightly, her voice a little hoarse.
"Songzhi, I am fine."
"I will stay until His Majesty awakens."
Her eyes were slightly red, filled with worry for the Emperor.
Ye'er said softly, "Your Majesty, if you overwork yourself, the Emperor will be heartbroken when he wakes up."
"You should go and rest first; your servants and Songzhi will be here to look after you."
These sounds reached the ears of the chubby orange cat, as if it were hearing a faint light in the darkness.
Finally, his brow twitched slightly, as if he were showing signs of waking up.
Fucha Peiyun and Nian Shilan immediately perked up and crowded around, their eyes filled with anticipation and nervousness.
The chubby orange cat slowly opened its eyes, its gaze somewhat dazed.
Their gazes quickly focused on Fucha Peiyun's face.
“Ah-Jun…”
His voice was weak and hoarse, as if each word required all his strength to speak.
"Your Majesty, you have finally woken up."
A hint of joy flashed in Fucha Peiyun's eyes.
She quickly grasped the large, chubby orange's hand, her voice trembling slightly:
"Your Majesty, you scared me to death! You slept for a whole day, which worried me and Shilan terribly."
Nian Shilan also hurriedly came over, her eyes reddening, her voice full of concern:
"Your Majesty, how are you feeling?"
"Wen Shichu, the Emperor has woken up. Quickly, let's take a look at him."
Her voice carried a hint of urgency, as if she were afraid that the chubby orange would fall into a coma again.
The chubby orange cat's gaze swept across the two faces, as if trying to recall something.
After a moment, he said softly, "What's wrong with me?"
His voice held a hint of confusion; he couldn't recall what had happened for a moment.
Fucha Peiyun said softly:
"His Majesty has been overworked and suddenly developed a high fever, which has terrified us concubines."
Her voice carried a hint of reproach, but more so, worry.
The chubby orange reached out and grasped Fucha Peiyun's hand: "I'm awake, everything's alright, Ayun, don't worry."
His voice carried a hint of reassurance, as he wanted to put Fucha Peiyun at ease.
He then turned his gaze to Nian Shilan and extended his other hand.
Nian Shilan felt disgusted as she looked at the outstretched hand.
But she knew they were just one step away from success, and they couldn't afford to fail at the last hurdle.
She suppressed her nausea, grasped the large, chubby orange's hand in return, and said, her voice choked with emotion:
"emperor……"
Big Fat Orange: "Shilan, I'm alright now."
Fucha Peiyun watched this rare tender scene, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips.
Unfortunately, it's all fake.
Wen Shichu entered quickly. He first bowed to the large orange cat.
Just as he was about to bow to Fucha Peiyun and Nian Shilan, Fucha Peiyun said:
"Physician Wen, please take His Majesty's pulse first."
Her voice carried a hint of urgency, as if she couldn't wait to know how the chubby orange was doing.
Wen Shichu quickly responded and walked briskly to the bedside of the chubby orange tree, carefully taking its pulse.
A moment later, he breathed a slight sigh of relief, a look of joy on his face:
"Your Majesty, your pulse has stabilized considerably."
The high fever has subsided, but the body is still weak and needs to recuperate for a while.
Big Fat Orange sensed something was wrong with his body and knew his illness wasn't so simple.
But he didn't want others to know about his health condition. He looked at Fucha Peiyun and Nian Shilan and said:
"Ah-Jun, Shi-Lan, you've worked hard taking care of me."
"You should all go back and rest. I'll come to your palace to see you when I'm better."
Fucha Peiyun and Nian Shilan exchanged a glance, knowing that Da Pangju was trying to get rid of them.
Fucha Peiyun replied, "Yes, Your Majesty. Your Majesty is unwell and must take good care of yourself."
Nothing is more important than your health.
Her voice carried a hint of concern, as if she genuinely cared about the health of the chubby orange.
Nian Shilan also said:
"Your Majesty has not visited my Yikun Palace for a long time. I am waiting for you to come and see me."
The chubby orange cat was very pleased with their concern, and a gentle smile appeared on its face:
"Alright, once I'm fully recovered, I'll definitely visit your palace."
Fucha Peiyun and Nian Shilan rose to take their leave, and Ye'er and Songzhi followed them out of the bedchamber.
Only the chubby orange and Wen Shichu remained in the bedroom.
The chubby orange-haired man looked at Wen Shichu with a stern face: "Wen Shichu, tell me the truth, how is my health?"
His voice carried a hint of authority.
The pressure was so intense that Wen Shichu could hardly breathe.
Wen Shichu was taken aback, then his expression turned serious, and he hesitated to speak.
Seeing Wen Shichu's hesitation, the chubby orange-haired man's gaze sharpened, and his tone became even more forceful:
"Wen Shichu, I'm asking you a question, and you're stammering. Are you trying to deceive the emperor?"
His voice carried a hint of anger as he warned Wen Shichu not to even think of deceiving him.
Wen Shichu knelt down with a thud, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his voice trembling:
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I dare not deceive you."
However… however, the Emperor's condition is indeed not optimistic!
His voice carried a hint of helplessness; he didn't know how to begin.
Big Fat Orange's heart sank; his bad premonition had come true.
He tried to keep his tone calm: "Tell me, how is my health?"
Wen Shichu took a deep breath and said, forcing himself to speak:
"Your Majesty, although your sudden high fever has subsided, I discovered upon examining your pulse that..."
Your health has been severely depleted this time, which has already affected your lifespan, and... I'm afraid you won't be able to allow your concubines to conceive in the future.”
The chubby orange cat stared wide-eyed in disbelief, unable to believe what it was hearing.
The bedchamber was deathly silent, with only the flickering candlelight reflecting his incredulous expression.
"Wen Shichu, say it again."
Big Fat Orange's voice was low and trembling, carrying a hint of barely perceptible fear.
His eyes were filled with shock; he couldn't believe it was real.
Wen Shichu knelt on the ground, his voice still trembling:
"Your Majesty, your condition is serious this time, and your body is extremely weakened."
Not only did it affect his lifespan, but... he would also prevent his concubines from becoming pregnant in the future.