The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 660

Chapter 660: 312 Valued (First update)

The emperor didn’t manage to calm down and fall into a deep sleep until late at night.

Even in his sleep, he vaguely heard someone calling him "Honghong".

One call after another, each one reaching his ears.

He also felt a warm, almost hot hand, firmly holding his own.

By the time the emperor finally woke, day had already broken.

The emperor was a bit bewildered, not knowing if he was dreaming or awake.

The familiar call of "Honghong" came again.

The emperor slowly opened his eyes. In his blurred vision, a figure appeared who was sitting cross-legged at the edge of the bed, holding his hand, and looking at him with the most gentle eyes.

Why did this person look so much like the royal physician’s younger brother?

Xiao Jingkong patted the back of the emperor’s hand with his little hand, and called out "Honghong~" in the same gentle tone that Zhao Xiaobao’s grandmother used to soothe her great-grandchild.

The emperor, fully alert now, jolted awake.

The emperor spent seven days resting in Bishui Alley. The stitches were removed and the wound healed well.

Master Wei’s condition was also improving. Although, due to his age, his fracture healed slower than a young person’s, the injuries on the rest of his body were mostly without major impact now.

The days living in Bishui Alley were the most relaxed the emperor had ever been in his life. Ever since he could remember, he had known that he was a prince of low birth. His mother, the peaceful Concubine Jing, treated him very well, but he could not erase the shadow of his humble origin from his heart. _{fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com}

After that, he lived alone, enduring the pressure from Madame Liu and his elder prince brother, living like he was walking on thin ice.

Eventually, he finally ascended to the throne, only to be met with Dowager Empress Zhuang controlling the court.

He never let his guard down, not for a moment.

This time, however, he had enjoyed a few peaceful days by virtue of misfortune.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t spend his entire life hidden away in Bishui Alley. He was the monarch of a country after all, holding Zhan Country’s fate in his hands.