Volume 1 Chapter 117 A Mountain in the Past

  Han Caiwei was also stunned after seeing clearly. Didn't Ji Zhaohui say he was asleep? How could he be sitting on the steps again?

  The sound of footsteps and Autumn Hua's voice woke up the drowsy little pretty boy. The little pretty boy lifted his head to see that Han Caiwei had returned, his eyes lit up, he stood up and rushed in front of Han Caiwei, hugged her leg and said in a spoiled tone: "Mom, I was sleeping just now, I dreamed that you cried again, so I couldn't sleep."

  "So you're just going to sit here and wait for me to come back?" Seeing the little boy's vigorous nod, Han Caiwei's nose turned sour, but she patted the little boy's head and smiled slightly, "Silly child, those were just dreams. Your mother is fine right here, why are you crying? Besides, dreams and reality are opposite things. If you dreamed that I was crying, then I must be smiling, right?"

  The little pretty boy blinked his eyes, oh, mother didn't have a worried and sad face like in the dream, nor did she sit by the window secretly wiping away tears. Even though the sky was very dark, but with the help of the dim lantern light, mother smiled like a flower, looking extremely beautiful.

  Little beauty still hugged Han Caiwei's leg: "Grandpa Emperor didn't make it difficult for mother, did he?" After waking up from his dream, he has been uneasy and sat alone at the entrance of Mei Garden, not allowing the maid to follow him. Then, a small figure sits here waiting for Han Caiwei to return, slowly feeling sleepy, but refusing to go back to sleep.

  Han Caiwei touched his cheek, finding it a bit cool, so she picked him up and pinched his nose, smiling: "Silly boy, how old are you, worrying about so much, aren't you tired?! Your grandfather didn't make things difficult for your mother." Han Caiwei said as she carried the little boy into the house. This child wasn't heavy at all, and it was quite comfortable to carry him. After walking a few steps inside, Han Caiwei turned back to Qiu Hua: "It's late, you're tired too, go to sleep! I can handle things myself."

  Qiu Hua was worried: "Shouldn't the slave girl serve her master and help him wash up instead?"

  Han Caiwei smiled and said: "You go ahead, I still want to chat with Xuer for a bit! Don't worry about it."

  Qiu Hua was unable to, and had no choice but to turn around and leave. Han Caiwei carried the little pretty boy straight into the inner room, put him on the bed, then she herself also took off her shoes and socks, and got onto the bed. The little pretty boy's bed was full of his milky fragrance, smelling very good. Han Caiwei used the quilt to wrap the two people together, then leaned against the bedpost, feeling warm and cozy.

  "Sister." The young man called out in a soft voice.

  "Huh, what?" The warmth was so cozy that Han Caiwei felt a little sleepy.

  "Is Father Emperor still in the palace? Did you see Father Emperor when you went to see Grandfather Emperor?"

  Han Caiwei hugged the little pretty boy, her son's hair was also quite fragrant: "Hmm, your father Wang is busy, when I went to see your grandfather emperor, your father Wang was there too."

  Xiao Meiniang disliked that she had a little bit of a habit of touching her own hair, which was very comfortable, just like a kitten getting petted would narrow its eyes: "Mother didn't act unreasonably towards the Emperor, did she? Did the Emperor say anything?"

  Han Caiwei listened and secretly smiled. This child was either worried that his imperial grandfather would make things difficult for her, or worried that she had offended his imperial grandfather. It's no wonder he couldn't sleep!

  "Son, Mom will tell you a bedtime story, okay? After listening to it, you have to go to sleep honestly and not think about anything or worry about anything. When you wake up, continue going to school, did you hear?"

  With Hua Caiwei by his side, the child felt at ease. Before, when Hua Caiwei was not around, he had pretended to be a grown-up for many days. Now, snuggled in his mother's arms, he was overjoyed and didn't look like an old scholar at all. He stretched out his hand to hug Hua Caiwei's arm and said in a sweet voice: "Good."

  Then, Han Caiwei began to speak.

  "Once upon a time, there was a mountain, in the mountain there was a temple, and in the temple there was a monk."

  Finally, Xiaomei really fell asleep, but it was because of the boring story.

  On the second day, early in the morning, Han Caiwei got up early and personally selected medicinal materials to decoct medicine. She had a small servant girl carry it and prepare to go out to see Ji Zhaoxi. As soon as she went out, someone came over.

  "Master!"

  Miss!

  Bao is here. Xia Hua and Shuang Er have both arrived, coincidentally running into Han Caiwei as she's going out.

  Han Caiwei smiled: "You two are here, Shuang Er, is your injury healed?"

  Shuang'er walked a few steps in front of Han Caiwei, showing that she could walk normally. Xia Hua stepped forward and looked at the medicine that Qiu Hua was holding, curiously asking: "Master, where are you going? Who is this medicine for?"

  Han Caiwei said lightly: "This is for Princess Wang to play with. Oh, right, I'll probably be staying in the palace for a month, so you two shouldn't have brought much this time. You two go find a carriage and head back to the other courtyard to pack some clothes and things for me to bring over, I have use for them. Oh, right, move all the medicinal herbs over too!"

  Shuang Er Xia Hua was taken aback. How could they leave just after arriving? But Han Cai Wei had given the order, and there was no choice but to turn around and go.

  Han Caiwei then took Qiu Hua to the Yuanshi Garden, where a night of wind and rain had caused many lotus flowers in front of the gate to fall. However, the fragrance was particularly refreshing and serene. Yesterday's dark sky had prevented Feng You from seeing clearly, but now she could see that outside Qi Zhaoxi's garden were all bamboo trees, with the corridors hidden beneath them, much like Lin Daiyu's Xiangxiang Pavilion in Daguanyuan, exceptionally elegant and simple.

  Han Chae-yi wants to see Ji Soo-hee but is blocked by Chun Hwa.

  "Madam Han, Princess Wang wasn't feeling well last night and had a headache this morning. She took some medicine and fell asleep. Perhaps it's best for you to come back when the princess wakes up?"

  Han Caiwei smiled and pointed to the medicine pot in Qiuhua's hand, saying: "I know the princess is not feeling well, so I came especially to bring some medicine. I won't disturb her, just take this medicine in for the princess to drink. Oh, by the way, will the princess also be unable to drink medicine like Wang sister?"

  This was the second time that the woman who brought medicine to Li Xiuzhi had come, this time with no warmth in her eyes, only a cold chill. Chunhua felt a sudden chill in her heart and saw Qiuhua staring at her with pursed lips. She quickly took the medicine and said, "Thank you, madam, for your kindness. I'll take it in now."

  Han Caiwei smiled carelessly: "I was prepared for you to reject it, just one small bowl three times a day will do."

  She finished speaking and turned to leave, but before she had gone far, Chunhua, who had delivered the medicine, came out again and followed her, catching up with her: "Madam Han, the princess wants you to go in and talk!"