My Husband Is Not Easy To Mess With. - Chapter 60: The New Challenge
Chapter 60: The New Challenge
Nie Yao took off his damp clothes.
He was extremely cautious throughout.
Even the slightest movement would make his wife’s small face scrunch up.
“Be good, wife, be good…”
Nie Yao cooed to his wife like a baby, spending a great deal of effort to get him to sleep peacefully.
Only then could he lightly and quickly slip a pillow into his wife’s arms and go fetch water to wash his wife’s face and feet.
“Young Master-in-law, the Imperial Physician is here.” Little Douzi did not knock, and his reporting voice was kept very low as per Nie Yao’s instructions.
“Doctor, quickly!”
Nie Yao tiptoed and opened the door like a thief, pulling the elderly Imperial Physician into the room and quickly closing the door, lest the cold wind blow in and make his wife’s condition worse.
He led the man to his wife’s bedside and anxiously said, “Doctor, please take a look. My old… fulang has been in a poor mood recently. Can you see if he is ill somewhere?”
“Yes.”
Nie Yao had specially instructed to invite the most skilled doctor.
Little Douzi had sent someone to invite the Head of the Imperial Medical Institute, whose medical skills were outstanding.
The elderly Imperial Physician took out a handkerchief and covered the fair wrist that Nie Yao had taken out from under the quilt.
After a short while.
His eyes lowered.
This frightened Nie Yao, all his strength instantly vanished, and he nearly lost his footing.
No! He couldn’t panic now!
Nie Yao quickly composed himself, his tone steady: “Doctor, is my fulang alright?”
Due to the excessive emotional fluctuation, the aura he habitually restrained burst forth instantly.
The elderly Imperial Physician was so startled his hand trembled.
It took him a while to recover, and he hid his shaking hands in his sleeves.
He bowed his head and replied, “Reporting to your Lordship. His Majesty has been indulging excessively recently, so… there is no major issue.”
Nie Yao didn’t quite understand the middle part of the sentence.
He only slightly relaxed when the elderly Imperial Physician said there was no major issue.
In just two minutes, his back was soaked with sweat. Nie Yao had no time to worry about such small matters and carefully questioned the elderly Imperial Physician about a few things.
He also seriously noted down the precautions.
“Sexual activity is not advised for the next three months.”
The elderly Imperial Physician emphasized this point.
Nie Yao nodded heavily, committing the matter to heart.
In just this short amount of time, Du Suilan, in his sleep, seemed to realize that the person he was hugging wasn’t his husband.
His small face wrinkled, and he was on the verge of crying with a pout.
“Be good, be good…” Nie Yao hurried forward to coax him. He didn’t even have time to see the doctor out, giving the other party an apologetic look to signal him to leave on his own.
He then quickly swept his hand, shutting the room door hastily.
The elderly Imperial Physician, about to close the door: “…”
“Lord Ji,” Little Douzi asked the elderly Imperial Physician, “Is there anything wrong with His Majesty’s health?”
“Nothing major…”
The elderly Imperial Physician said this, but he asked Little Douzi to invite him for a follow-up consultation when it was convenient for His Majesty.
There were some things he could only say to His Majesty.
Little Douzi understood.
“Yes, this servant will remind His Majesty.”
Little Douzi sent someone to escort the elderly Imperial Physician.
He himself retreated to the side room, worried about His Majesty’s health, and lost all thought of even light sleep.
It was the end of winter, and the weather was still cool.
At eight o’clock in the morning.
Little Douzi knocked on the palace door, “Your Majesty, it is six kè after the chén hour (8:15 AM), time to rise.”
The room was silent.
Little Douzi’s heart tightened: Usually, His Majesty would be awake by now!
Creak~
Just as Little Douzi was worried, the tall door creaked slightly.
Nie Yao opened the door.
He quietly instructed: “Have the Imperial Kitchen keep the breakfast warm. Also, go notify the Outer Court that His Majesty will not hold court today. If there are matters, submit memorials, or find the Prime Minister.”
“Yes.”
Little Douzi answered, about to go and attend to it.
“Wait.” Nie Yao called him back, his speaking speed somewhat fast, “That Imperial Physician yesterday, is he not His Majesty’s man?”
“This…” Little Douzi hesitated for a moment, then quickly organized his words, “Lord Ji’s family was annihilated—all nine generations—after he was framed by someone. It was Prime Minister Dou who saved him and his young grandson.”
Ji Fanshan was Prime Minister Dou’s man.
That’s why he was somewhat secretive with Nie Yao.
As for Little Douzi… he was sent to Du Suilan after Nie Yao rescued him initially. Technically, he should be the mutual subordinate of the husband and husband?
He told Nie Yao everything he knew.
“My father-in-law’s man?” Nie Yao asked.
“Yes.” Little Douzi understood what he was worried about, “Lord Ji is very loyal to the Prime Minister, Young Master-in-law need not worry.”
“That’s good.”
His father-in-law’s confidant shouldn’t harm his wife.
The secrecy might be because his father-in-law still found him a bit displeasing?
Nie Yao closed the main door.
When he returned to his wife’s bedside, his wife was already awake.
He just didn’t look very energetic.
“Wife, you’re awake? Are you hungry? Do you want to eat breakfast now?”
“No!”
Du Suilan was a little unhappy, and he questioned Nie Yao: “Where did you go? Why weren’t you holding me? I didn’t see you when I opened my eyes!”
Heaven knows.
Nie Yao had only been gone for less than three minutes.
“I’m sorry, wife.” Nie Yao quickly held him in his arms, “I just went to have Little Douzi prepare breakfast. Yesterday I called the Imperial Physician, and he said you need to rest well recently. Don’t go to the morning court later; my father-in-law can also handle the court affairs.”
If any memorials were submitted, he would approve them.
In any case, his wife wouldn’t have to lift a finger.
Nie Yao wanted him to rest well.
It was meant kindly.
However, Du Suilan was unhappy after hearing it, “Why don’t you want me to attend court? Do you think I’m not doing a good job as the Emperor?”
Pure and honest!
If his wife couldn’t be a good Emperor, who else in this world could?
To show his loyalty, Nie Yao transformed into a “praise machine,” complimenting his wife thoroughly, inside and out.
He had a good memory.
Even some minor details, he could bring them up and praise his wife profusely.
Everyone loves to hear good words.
And since Nie Yao spoke so specifically, anyone who listened would know he was sincere.
If he hadn’t paid attention to these things on a daily basis, how could he speak like this now?
Du Suilan’s beautiful lips curved upwards.
His unhappiness was gone.
But he still had to ask, “Then why don’t you let me attend court?”
“I worry about you, wife. What in this world is more important than your health?”
Nie Yao hoped he could get some good rest.
His words.
Instantly made Du Suilan’s heart, which had just been feeling heavy, turn sweet.
Lying in his arms, gripping his clothes, “Husband, you are so good to me.”
Nie Yao glanced at him and saw his wife smiling.
He was relieved.
“Do you want to get up? You are allowed to have a bowl of your favorite dessert for breakfast today.”
Normally, Nie Yao didn’t allow him to eat too many sweets.
Today, he made an exception for him to have a bowl in the morning because he wasn’t feeling well.
“I want to eat!”
Du Suilan’s eyes curved in a smile. He clung to his husband and directed him affectionately, asking him to take him to wash up.
Nie Yao had done this countless times and was already skilled at it.
After washing up, he carried his wife to the dining table and fed him a lot of breakfast.
“More!”
Du Suilan opened his mouth, asking Nie Yao to continue feeding him.
This was strange.
Was breakfast particularly delicious today?
Why else would his wife eat so much? He usually only ate two-thirds of this amount and would claim he was full and couldn’t eat anymore.
Nie Yao was worried his wife would overeat and be uncomfortable.
But considering his wife’s current frequent mood swings, he didn’t say anything, worried that he might cry and drop “golden beans” (tears) again as if his heart were broken.
“Alright.”
Nie Yao continued to feed him, just a little slower.
This way, his wife would stop on his own when he realized he was full.
If that didn’t work, a short walk to aid digestion would suffice.
He absolutely couldn’t let him cry again.