The maid at the door was ready. When she saw Her Majesty the Empress coming out, she immediately brought all the toiletries over and started to help Ye Jiangxue wash up. After washing, Ye Jiangxue told the maid that she was not feeling well today and had no intention of going to court early.

I got a basin of warm water and closed the door alone.

The maids naturally understood what Ye Jiangxue meant, and after saluting, they conveyed the matter to Biyun.

"The Empress is in ill health and will not attend the morning ceremony for the time being." As night passed and morning came, this news came from the hall again.

"The Empress has worked too hard recently, so she is really feeling unwell."

"Sure enough, it's because Master Mingxiang is ill."

Although the whole court knew that their Lord Mingxiang was ill, civil and military officials still had different opinions, and they could not really ask the imperial doctor. If they really asked the imperial doctor, the imperial doctor might also say that Her Majesty the Empress was in poor health.

After all, Ye Jiangxue has really been overworked recently and her overall health is not good. The imperial doctor will definitely advise Her Majesty the Empress to have a good rest.

Ye Jiangxue returned to the room with the basin and wrung out the towel herself. The warm towel gently held Yan Junqing's cheek. I wonder if Ye Jiangxue was looking forward to it too much. Ye Jiangxue felt in a trance that the towel was passing over her.

At the last second of Yan Junqing's face, Yan Junqing's lips trembled and she looked at it. She had experienced this feeling several times during the night, and Ye Jiangxue also felt that she shouldn't have felt it if she was sleeping soundly last night.

Is it really an illusion caused by Ye Jiangxue's excessive expectations? Ye Jiangxue has no way of knowing, whether it's true or not. She gently bends down, touches her lips to Yan Junqing's forehead again, wipes it with a towel, and Ye Jiangxue

Xue felt that the touch of her lips was still slightly warm.

"Get well soon, Junqing." Ye Jiangxue had already said too many words last night. At this time, she looked at Yan Junqing who was silent on the bed with soft eyes. Her eyes were deep and not cold and desperate, but soft like a flower field in bloom.

, the stream beside the wheat is gentle, crystal clear and powerful. She believes in her king.

Thinking of this, Ye Jiangxue, who had hugged Yan Junqing all night, felt that she could relax a little. She tucked Yan Junqing's quilt again, patted Yan Junqing's body gently, and opened the side window outside the screen to let in more sunlight.

After coming in a little, Ye Jiangxue turned around and walked to the door, opened it and prepared to get some air outside.

The door just opened, and what came into view was not the clear water and green grass, but Biyun standing not far or near outside. It turned out that Biyun had been waiting outside the door for a long time. Seeing Ye Jiangxue going out, Biyun stepped forward.

Bowing to salute, Ye Jiangxue sighed and looked at some official documents in Biyun's hand. This must be another memorial.

"Your Majesty, here are some memorials that need your review in recent government affairs." When Biyun saw Ye Jiangxue finally coming out, he immediately moved the memorials in front of Ye Jiangxue. Ye Jiangxue was stunned and looked at

There was some confusion about the few thin memorials. He turned his head to look at Biyu, his eyes filled with confusion but no anger. Biyun immediately understood Ye Jiangxue's gaze.

Ye Jiangxue is now preoccupied with Yan Junqing, so how can she have any thoughts about court affairs. Compared with Yan Junqing, these things are not as important as a hair of Yan Junqing. No matter how many civil and military officials in the court discuss it, they have no intention of participating in politics.
Chapter completed!