AMLFS Chapter 80
by VolareLin Rugui turned around at the sound, not yet clearly seeing the person.
Song Huaixi ran over and plunged headfirst into her arms.
After getting up, Song Huaixi’s first action was to anxiously look all over Lin Rugui’s body.
That day in prison, Song Huaixi didn’t have time to examine her carefully.
Now seeing Lin Rugui, Song Huaixi worriedly asked, “Mother! Did anyone hit you? Does your body hurt?”
Lin Rugui’s eyes were a little wet seeing him, originally thinking that they would never see each other again in this lifetime.
Her voice was a little choked as she shook her head: “I’m fine, I’m fine. Huaixi doesn’t need to worry. Let Mother take a good look at you.”
She carefully checked him over and indeed didn’t see any obvious injuries. Only then did Song Huaixi relax.
Hugging her, he rubbed his head in her embrace, saying, “I missed you so much, Mother.”
“Mother missed you too, my good child.”
The scene in the room was very familiar, like returning to the days when Song Zigen was being punished.
Song Zigen was lying on the bed, and Lin Rugui was sitting beside him taking care of him.
Looking around and not seeing Song Lianyu, Song Huaixi asked, “Where’s brother? Where’s brother?”
“Your brother is also injured, resting in another courtyard.” Lin Rugui stroked his hair.
She looked at Zhao Qiongwan, who had brought Song Huaixi, “Qiongwan, it’s good that you’re here with me, taking care of Lianyu must be hard, go and rest first.”
“Yes, Mother,” Zhao Qiongwan replied.
Her eyes also showed traces of crying, probably left after seeing Song Lianyu.
Lin Rugui knew that they had deep feelings, and the young couple should have endless things to say, so she didn’t keep her there.
On the bed, Song Zigen had been traveling for days, the journey bumpy. In addition to the punishments he suffered in prison, the wounds were only simply treated and were a bit inflamed, so he was sleeping with a low fever.
Originally, his body had almost recovered, but after this ordeal, his face became pale again, without any color, and he lay on the bed like withered wood, thin to the point of being unrecognizable.
Compared to the previous court beating, this situation was even more dangerous, almost costing him his life.
Zhao Fangye arrived in time to save them and fed Song Zigen Ouyang Tongji’s pills.
Only then did Song Zigen barely cling to a breath, crossing the gates of hell.
Song Huaixi walked over and took his hand that was exposed outside the blanket, feeling both angry and distressed looking at his weak appearance.
Turning his head to look at Lin Rugui, he asked, “Why… Why did they beat Father? Father is so good, why do they have to bully him?”
Lin Rugui looked at him, her eyes filled with disappointment in this world: “Huaixi, some things have no reason. When the Son of Heaven is angry, millions will be buried, this is imperial power.”
He didn’t understand what imperial power was, he only knew that his father was being bullied.
He didn’t understand and said angrily, “Why?”
“Because he is the emperor.” Lin Rugui continued to answer.
“Emperor?” Song Huaixi murmured. The emperor’s appearance in his memory was already a little blurry.
After thinking for a moment, he seriously asked, “Is the emperor as powerful as Zhao Fangye? Why does he have to bully Father?”
Hearing his question, Lin Rugui didn’t know how to answer for a moment. Suddenly, an old voice interjected.
It was extremely treasonous: “The emperor is his father, who do you think is more powerful?”
Ouyang Tongji stroked his beard and smiled as he looked at him, “But well, it’s hard to say now. Maybe soon your Prince will become the emperor. Then no one will dare to bully your father.”
His treasonous words made Lin Rugui’s heart tremble.
After all, treason was a major crime. Saying it so openly still made her feel frightened.
“Really? If Zhao Fangye becomes the emperor, no one will bully us?”
As the saying goes, the ignorant are fearless. Song Huaixi wasn’t afraid at all, and even cheered, “Zhao Fangye is so amazing!”
“Hahaha.”
Ouyang Tongji found his proud look very interesting and laughed loudly.
He thought to himself, it seems the Prince of the Ning district really married a treasure.
“Huaixi! Don’t talk nonsense.” Lin Rugui was startled hearing this.
The Song family were all loyal people, and in their bones, they found it difficult to accept rebellion. Even if they were wrongly imprisoned, they never thought of rebelling.
But now, Zhao Fangye publicly declared war on the court to save the Song family. To be honest, they felt that they had implicated the Prince of the Ning district.
“Madam Song, you’re wrong. I think what Prince of the Ning district’s consort is saying is right.” Ouyang Tongji stroked his beard, “If the master of this world were to be replaced by Prince of the Ning district, this world should be a different sight.”
As soon as his voice fell, a low voice came: “It seems that Divine Doctor Ouyang has great expectations for this Prince.”
Zhao Fangye walked in from outside the house, a faint smile on his stern face.
“Zhao Fangye!” As soon as he came, Song Huaixi got up from the stool and ran to him, tugging on his clothes: “Where did you go?”
Having not seen him for a long time, Song Huaixi wished he could stick to him every moment.
Taking his hand, Zhao Fangye’s stern face softened: “I went to take care of some affairs. When did Huaixi wake up? Have you had dinner yet?”
“I’ve been awake for a while.” Song Huaixi hugged his arm tightly, and only felt a little hungry when he asked: “Not yet.”
“Why haven’t you eaten?” Zhao Fangye lightly tapped his nose, his tone doting: “Is there anything you want to eat? I’ll have someone prepare it.”
“Hmm…” After thinking for a while, Song Huaixi licked his lips and said, “I want to eat goose oil rolls.”
This dish was a common dish that Song Huaixi ate when he was in the Ning Wang Mansion, and the chef was brought back by Zhao Fangye from the palace.
His skills were superb.
For the past half-month, Song Huaixi had been exposed to the elements, traveling day and night, not eating well or sleeping well. Although it was hard, he didn’t complain.
Now that he had settled down, he was greedy.
Hanzhou had just been restored and rebuilt, and resources were still somewhat scarce. The cooks here were worlds apart from those in the Ning Wang Mansion, and they probably couldn’t make such an expensive dish.
Looking into his dark eyes, noticing that his fair face seemed to have become thinner, Zhao Fangye suddenly felt a little guilty for not bringing Song Huaixi a stable and affluent life.
Letting him suffer unprovoked disasters, and now he couldn’t even eat his favorite dish.
“Someone!” Zhao Fangye said to the outside of the house.
Immediately, someone walked in: “Your Highness!”
“Tell the kitchen to prepare a pine nut goose oil roll, using the best ingredients.”
“Yes.”
The two people in the room watched the interaction between the two at the door, and they all sighed inwardly at the sweetness of the young couple.
After giving the instructions, Zhao Fangye took Song Huaixi and sat down in the room. The sounds of their conversation reached Song Zigen’s ears.
He slowly opened his eyes, and Song Zigen coughed twice: “Cough cough… water…”
Hearing the movement, Lin Rugui immediately got up from the stool.
She walked to the table, poured him a glass of water, and fed it to his lips: “Old Master, water.”
Ouyang Tongji saw that he was awake and walked forward to take his pulse.
Song Huaixi also followed and surrounded the bed: “Father, you’re awake!”
Song Zigen took a sip of water, and only then did he feel the burning sensation in his throat subside.
Looking at Song Huaixi at the bedside, a smile appeared on his pale face: “Huaixi, good child, it’s good that you’re alright.”
His gaze shifted again, seeing Zhao Fangye sitting in the distance. Struggling to get up, he said to the three people by the bed: “I want to say a few words with Prince of the Ning district.”