570 You Are Prince Yan (3)
The Prince Consort said, “I’ve had a head injury before. From time to time, I forget what happened.”
Yu Wan continued, “Then, didn’t the people in your manor tell you? One time, the Little Commandery Princess was also there. Didn’t she tell you?”
The Prince Consort shook his head.
Yu Wan was not surprised at all. She could already give him Soul Devouring Grass. What else could she not do? The Prince Consort must have had an emotional change after seeing Yan Jiuchao and Xiaobao, so the Queen simply gave him a bowl of medicinal soup and let him forget everything he had seen and heard.
The Prince Consort had countless doubts in his heart, but he did not know who to ask. Suddenly, Yu Wan grabbed his hand and pricked his finger with a golden needle, dripping a drop of blood on a withered leaf. The leaf turned strangely red.
His eyes widened. “This is…”
Yu Wan said seriously, “The leaf of the Soul Devouring Grass. You have the medicinal properties of the Soul Devouring Grass in your body, so it will turn red. These medical books have records. If you don’t believe me, you can go back to the Queen Manor’s library to look.”
“It’s not that I don’t believe you,” the Prince Consort said.
That’s good, because I made it up. There’s no record of it in the medical books at all.
“Can-can I see him?” The Prince Consort looked at Yu Wan expectantly.
Yu Wan said regretfully, “Enough has happened tonight. Let him be alone for now. You both live in the Capital, so there will be plenty of chances in the future. But you…”
Yu Wan paused and sighed. “Don’t forget him anymore.”
The Prince Consort’s heart felt like it had been pricked by a needle. After a while, the Prince Consort returned to the manor. Before leaving, he pointed at the leaves on the table. “Can you give me some of this?”
… .
It was late in the night.
The Queen paced under the porch.
“Your Highness, it’s late. Why don’t you go and rest first? The Prince Consort will be back soon,” a maidservant at the side comforted softly.
How could the Queen rest? Didn’t they agree to have dinner with their son tonight? It was already so late. Where did the Prince Consort go?
Could it be that… he met that child again?
No, that’s impossible. There was no such thing as a coincidence in the world!
“Your Highness! Your Highness! The Prince Consort has returned to the manor!” A little maidservant took small steps to report.
The Queen heaved a long sigh of relief. She adjusted the golden hairpin on her head and waited on the spot with an elegant and dignified smile. Indeed, not long after, she saw a handsome figure walking towards her. She smiled and went forward, gently taking his hand. “Where did you go? Why are you back so late?”
The Prince Consort said, “I bumped into an old man on the way and sent him back.”
The Queen said warmly, “You can leave such a thing to the servants. Why did you make a trip yourself? What if that person’s background is unknown? Wouldn’t you be putting yourself in danger?”
“I know what to do,” the Prince Consort said.
The Queen smiled and nodded, entering the room with him. “It’s too late. I asked Cong’er and Xi’er to go back first. Don’t miss the family banquet tomorrow.”
“I know,” the Prince Consort agreed.
The Queen asked the maidservant to bring over a basin of water and personally twisted a handkerchief to wipe the Prince Consort’s hands. “You haven’t eaten yet, right? I’ll get someone to deliver the food.”
The Prince Consort was not hungry, at least not in his heart. However, he did not say anything. The Queen instructed the maidservant to deliver a large table of sumptuous dishes. He swallowed a little.
The Queen could tell that something was wrong with him and wondered, “What’s wrong? Is the food not to your liking?”
The Prince Consort put down his chopsticks and whispered, “I seem to have remembered something from the past.”
“What is it?” The Queen asked without batting an eyelid.
The Prince Consort frowned and thought for a while. “I forgot again.”
The Queen lowered her eyes and silently ate her food. After dinner, the Prince Consort took a bath. When he returned to the room, the Queen was already sitting in the room waiting for him. There was a bowl of steaming medicine beside her.
“It’s time to drink the medicine,” the Queen said gently.
“Mhm,” the Prince Consort replied. “I left a book in the study. Help me get it. I want to take a look later.”
The Queen said gently, “Okay, what book is it?”
The Prince Consort said, “The Theory of National Strategies.”
The Queen went to get the book. In this world, the only person who should order her around like this was the Prince Consort. However, not only was she not angry, she was even willing to suffer.
After confirming that she had gone far, the Prince Consort took out a piece of Soul Devouring Grass from his sleeve. He dipped his fingertip into the medicine and dripped it on the leaf. He saw the withered leaf turn red.
