She took a moment to recover, then looked up and raised an eyebrow, "Oh, you care about me that much?"
And you're still so fierce? This man is truly all bark and no bite.
Ye Jingyu glanced at her and put her down, "This king is afraid that bloodshed in the palace would be inauspicious."
"So, I was just being overly concerned?" A hint of disappointment flashed in Su Yunmo's eyes.
She sighed and climbed onto the bench, squatting down.
"Alright then, since that's the case, you can walk by yourself. I think you're right, I was indeed reckless just now, so I'll reflect here."
The corridor was less sheltered, and the wind blew in from all directions, making it colder than standing in the courtyard.
Ye Jingyu frowned, "Go back and reflect."
The little dumpling looked up at him, snorted, and turned her head away, lying down on the bench.
The bench was very cold, and she shivered as soon as she lay down.
Ye Jingyu's eyelids twitched. He scooped her up with a large hand and stuffed her into his embrace, saying resentfully, "You are sent by heaven to torment this king!"
A hint of triumph rose in the little dumpling's eyes. She pushed aside his padded robe and burrowed into his arms, exhaling comfortably.
This man's embrace was truly warm.
Ye Jingyu looked down at the smug look on her face, sighed with a mixture of indulgence and exasperation, pulled his robe around her, covering her small body, and walked towards the cold palace.
Entering the gate of the cold palace.
Yi Zuo and Yi You stood in the courtyard, both with helpless expressions.
"Why are you two here instead of guarding the imperial concubine inside?" Ye Jingyu stepped through the doorway.
The two of them quickly came forward and bowed.
Yi Zuo looked troubled, "My lord, we are guarding the imperial concubine right now. Look over there."
Ye Jingyu followed the direction she pointed.
Consort Liang was sitting by the wall in a thin garment, with a small pile of dry grass beside her.
Her hands were frozen purple, and she kept looking at the grass on the ground, pulling it out one by one.
Ye Jingyu frowned fiercely, "Is this how you take care of the imperial concubine?"
He strode forward.
Liu Lanxue saw someone approaching and immediately looked up, baring her teeth and frowning. Her whole body tensed, and she let out beast-like growls, her features contorted as she desperately tried to ward him off.
Ye Jingyu stopped, "What's going on?"
Wasn't the imperial concubine's condition supposed to be improving?
Yi You, holding a thick outer robe, said, "After the imperial concubine woke up this morning, she ran into the courtyard by herself to pull grass. She wouldn't listen to our persuasion. We wanted to put clothes on her, but she resisted strongly whenever we got close."
Yi Zuo nodded repeatedly, "She almost injured herself struggling just now, so we didn't dare to approach."
The little dumpling poked her head out of the man's embrace and looked at Liu Lanxue by the wall.
Liu Lanxue's hands were covered in dirt, her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were bloodshot, like a ruffled lion.
"Let me down," the little dumpling patted Ye Jingyu's shoulder.
How could she wear such thin clothes in this cold weather?
Ye Jingyu pursed his lips and put the little dumpling down.
As the thick padded robe was opened, a gust of wind blew in, and Su Yunmo couldn't help but shiver.
Ye Jingyu beckoned. Yi You stepped forward, and the man took the padded robe from her, wrapping the little dumpling in it, "Go on, be careful."
The padded robe was very long, dragging on the ground, and the little dumpling had a difficult time walking forward.
Yi Zuo and Yi You watched her worriedly, afraid she would trip.
Fortunately, the little dumpling was very neat. Although her steps were unsteady, she didn't fall.
Liu Lanxue saw her approach, clenched her fists tightly, and made muffled sounds.
The little dumpling stood about a meter away, tilting her head, "Imperial Concubine, don't you recognize Momo anymore?"
Liu Lanxue paused. Her stiff body softened, and a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes.
"Momo only hasn't visited you for a few days, and you've forgotten me? Momo is so sad." The little dumpling pouted, her eyes full of grievance.
Liu Lanxue's eyes lit up as if she suddenly understood, and joy gradually spread across her face, "Momo."
She opened her arms and softly called, "Momo, come."
The little dumpling then ran and threw herself into her arms, "Imperial Concubine, you still remember me! Momo is so happy!"
Ye Jingyu relaxed slightly and waved his hand.
Yi Zuo and Yi You bowed and retreated into the room, quickly returning with new padded robes and clothes.
Liu Lanxue hugged the little dumpling, rubbed her forehead with her chin, and then reached out to touch her face.
Her icy fingers touched the little dumpling's face, and Su Yunmo cried out in surprise and dodged, "It's so cold."
Liu Lanxue's hand froze, a hint of panic appearing in her eyes. She quickly retracted her hand, "Did I... did I make you cold? I didn't mean to."
The little dumpling sneezed and nodded, "Your hands are so cold. If you hold Momo with such cold hands, Momo will get sick."
Liu Lanxue, "Good, good, no getting sick, no getting sick."
If she got sick, she would have to drink very bitter medicine.
She instinctively reached out to pat the little dumpling's head to comfort her, but then her hand froze again, and she retracted it to her mouth, quickly blowing some warm air.
The little dumpling shook her head, her eyes full of disapproval, "This won't do. Imperial Concubine needs to wear clothes to get warm, or Momo won't let you hold her anymore."
Liu Lanxue immediately became as if facing a great enemy.
Can't hold Momo, absolutely not!
"Clothes, clothes," she looked up urgently at Yi Zuo and Yi You, "Hurry and bring the clothes."
Yi Zuo and Yi You silently thanked heaven and earth and gave the little dumpling an admiring look, then quickly stepped forward to help Liu Lanxue put on her clothes and shoes.
They brought gloves, but Liu Lanxue held the dry grass in her hands and refused to let go.
Having no other way, they looked to Su Yunmo for help.
Su Yunmo moved to sit beside Liu Lanxue on the ground, "Imperial Concubine, what are you doing?"
Liu Lanxue held a handful of weeds in front of her, her gaze intense, "Grass ring."
Su Yunmo looked completely puzzled.
Ye Jingyu's eyes darkened, and his fists suddenly tightened.
Liu Lanxue skillfully twined two blades of grass together with both hands, adding a new piece as soon as one was finished, and soon completed a circular ring.
She placed the ring on the little dumpling's head, "Pretty."
Su Yunmo was helpless.
What was so pretty about dry grass?
"Yes, Imperial Concubine's hands are so skillful, it's very beautiful."
Forget it, if she said it was beautiful, then it was beautiful, right?
Liu Lanxue's eyes suddenly brightened when she was praised, "Do you like it?"
The little dumpling nodded, "Like it?"
"Are you not angry anymore?"
Su Yunmo guessed she was apologizing for touching her with cold hands earlier, "I'm not angry."
Liu Lanxue's face then flushed red, and she became overjoyed, picking up dry grass again to weave another grass ring.
The little dumpling asked curiously, "Imperial Concubine, I'm not angry anymore, you don't need to weave another one."
Liu Lanxue shook her head, "This is for A'Yao."
A'Yao is angry, and she wants to weave him a prettier one.
Su Yunmo was stunned for a moment.
A'Yao? Emperor Ye Yao?
She looked up at Ye Jingyu.
Ye Jingyu's expression turned somewhat grim, "It's cold, take the imperial concubine inside."
Su Yunmo immediately got a headache.
She probably knew why Emperor Ye Yao had suddenly fallen ill and broken his head.