AMLFS Chapter 81
by VolareAs everyone left, Song Zigen struggled to get out of bed, attempting to sit up.
Zhao Fangye frowned at his movements, reaching out to stop him, “Minister Song, what are you doing?”
“Prince, your great kindness is unforgettable!”
Song Zigen’s voice trembled. If he hadn’t been stopped, he probably would have dragged his sick body to the ground to perform a grand salute to Zhao Fangye.
“Minister Song, there’s no need to be like this. It’s only right for me to save you. Moreover, Minister Song, you were implicated because of me. How could I stand idly by?”
Speaking in a calm tone, Zhao Fangye had no expression on his face. He was telling the truth; if it weren’t for dealing with him, the Song family wouldn’t have become prisoners.
“Prince, although that is true, we have still implicated you by openly declaring war against the court.”
Zhao Fangye’s voice had no inflection: “Minister Song, even without you, I would have rebelled. There’s no talk of implicating. Minister Song, just focus on getting better quickly so that Song Huaixi won’t worry.”
They were Song Huaixi’s family. He simply didn’t want to make Song Huaixi sad.
Hearing this, Song Zigen felt a little better in his heart. But he wanted to say more than just this.
Now that Zhao Fangye already had the intention of rebellion, with his abilities, this world would inevitably fall into his grasp.
He had to take a long-term view: “Prince, may I ask you to promise me one thing?”
Zhao Fangye nodded: “Minister Song, please speak.”
“Prince, can you promise me that if Huaixi doesn’t want to stay in the Imperial Palace in the future, please let him go home.”
Song Zigen’s withered face was firm, full of love for his son.
He knew that once Zhao Fangye rebelled, he would inevitably reach the pinnacle of power. And Song Huaixi was just a blemish that had been forced upon him before he ascended to high position.
After all, how could a simpleminded man be the Empress next to the future Son of Heaven?
With Zhao Fangye’s methods and courage, how could he willingly have such a simpleminded man standing by his side?
Although Zhao Fangye was treating Song Huaixi well now, Song Zigen merely believed that it was because Song Huaixi was innocent and good-looking.
It wasn’t unacceptable to keep him by Zhao Fangye’s side for now.
But what about later?
The three palaces and six courtyards were filled with beauties. Who could guarantee that the emperor wouldn’t change his mind?
Song Huaixi was innocent by nature, so how could he cope with the scheming in the harem?
He could only ask Zhao Fangye for a favor while he wasn’t disgusted with Song Huaixi.
Hoping that after he was gone, Song Huaixi could return to the Song family and live out the rest of his life in peace.
Listening to his request, Zhao Fangye’s tone was somewhat cold: “Minister Song, do you not believe in my affection for Huaixi?”
Song Zigen did not answer. Who could say for sure about matters of the heart?
How many vows of eternal love in this world had ultimately turned into bubbles?
A thousand kinds of love when affection is strong, and a thousand kinds of dislikes when affection fades.
It could even cost you your life.
Knowing Song Zigen’s worries, Zhao Fangye, although somewhat displeased, still agreed.
“Minister Song, I swear I will never fail Huaixi in this life. As for whether you believe it or not, you can wait and see.”
With that said, Zhao Fangye turned and went out.
He would never let Song Huaixi have a day to leave him.
Absolutely impossible.
Song Zigen knelt behind him on the bed: “Thank you, Prince, for your kindness.”
Finding Song Huaixi having dinner in the front hall.
There was a plate of pine nut and goose oil rolls on the table, as well as other exquisite side dishes. Song Huaixi was a little hungry and his mouth was stuffed full.
Seeing him come, he mumbled with his mouth full.
“Eat properly.” Zhao Fangye sat down next to him and said in a low voice, “Be careful not to choke.”
Hurrying to chew the food in his mouth, after swallowing, Song Huaixi looked at him and asked, “What did Father say to you?”
Remembering the conversation just now, Zhao Fangye was not in high spirits and replied faintly, “Nothing. Does the cook’s cooking here suit your taste?”
Eating the dishes on the plate, Song Huaixi said: “It’s pretty good, although not as good as the Prince’s Mansion. Do you want to try it?”
Saying that, he picked up a goose oil roll and handed it to Zhao Fangye’s lips.
Although Song Huaixi was picky about food, he was only picky about ingredients. Whether it was refined or rough, as long as he liked to eat it, he could eat it and wouldn’t dislike it.
Slightly opening his lips, he took a bite from his hand. As expected, the cooks in Hanzhou really didn’t know how to make it.
It was said to be goose oil rolls, but it was just a meat roll made with good goose meat.
The essence of the dish was completely not grasped.
Seeing Song Huaixi eating with relish. Slightly frowning, Zhao Fangye said: “This cook doesn’t do well, put it down. I’ll ask someone to make another one.”
“Why?” Seeing that he was about to call someone, Song Huaixi grabbed him and said, “It’s pretty good, no need to change it.”
Saying that, he picked up another thing that could only be called a meat roll and put it in his mouth. Seeing him like this, Zhao Fangye suddenly felt heartache.
Remembering the conversation just now, his pale eyes looked at him.
Zhao Fangye suddenly said, “Huaixi, would you like to be my Empress?”
“Ah?”
Stopping the chopsticks in his hand, Song Huaixi was a little dazed, blinking his big eyes and asking in confusion, “Why be an Empress?”
“Are there any benefits to being an Empress?”
He asked immediately, with a blank look on his face, actually not clear what this meant.
Benefits? Zhao Fangye curved his lips.
Reaching out and wrapping his hand that was placed on the table in his palm, he brought it to his lips and kissed it lightly.
“Do you remember our wedding day, Huaixi?”
Nodding his head: “Remember!”
Song Huaixi recalled the scene when he first saw Zhao Fangye. He had never seen such a good-looking person, simply like a celestial being in a picture book.
His heart seemed to be going crazy, beating uncontrollably. Recalling the scene at that time, Song Huaixi couldn’t help but smile.
Taking Zhao Fangye’s hand, he said: “I remember, the first time Zhao Fangye saw you, I liked you so much.”
Suddenly confessed to by him, Zhao Fangye’s heart felt like it was being scratched by a small paw.
Causing a burst of palpitations in his chest.
Slender fingers caressing his eyebrows and eyes, Zhao Fangye gently stared at him: “I also like Huaixi. So I regret not having properly worshiped heaven and earth with Huaixi.”
“So, this time Huaixi will be my Empress. How about we worship heaven and earth properly?”
At the original wedding, Song Huaixi fell asleep in the sedan chair.
Zhao Fangye originally didn’t want to put on a show for the emperor. He directly exempted the wedding ceremony.
Now that he thought about it, Zhao Fangye wasn’t sure whether he hated the red tape more, or had more thoughts of not wanting to disturb the sweet dream of the person in his arms.
Perhaps from the moment he held Song Huaixi in his arms, his heart had unconsciously begun to lean towards him.
Song Huaixi looked at Zhao Fangye’s pale eyes.
Inside, they were gentle and affectionate, as if there was some kind of magic that made people unable to resist sinking into them.
As if he was bewitched, Song Huaixi nodded again and again. The smile on the corner of his mouth bloomed on his face, bright and dazzling: “Okay! Be an Empress! Worship heaven and earth!”
Looking at his smile, Zhao Fangye pinched his chin and leaned closer to him.
Hot breaths intertwined, he dropped a kiss on his lips, his eyes gazing at his pure face.
“Words have consequences, Huaixi can’t go back on his word.”
“Won’t go back on my word! Huaixi wants to be Zhao Fangye’s Empress!”
Song Huaixi smiled, his eyebrows and eyes curved, embracing him and actively leaning forward to kiss his lips.
If he was more perceptive. He would have noticed that the current scene was very similar to the night he secretly climbed into Zhao Fangye’s bed.
Not knowing at all what kind of contract he had signed under Zhao Fangye’s seduction.
Zhao Fangye picked him up in one fell swoop, lowered his eyes to look at him and gently coaxed: “Then Huaixi, how about we relive what we should do at the wedding now?”
Hugging Zhao Fangye’s neck tightly, Song Huaixi’s eyes were clear: “What is it?”
His eyes gradually deepened, Zhao Fangye carried him forward.
Saying each word distinctly: “Bridal… chamber…”