“Thank you, Shuang’Er,” said Han Moze with a smile.
Liu Rushuang looked tense, as she awkwardly said, “Y-your’re welcome.”
Don’t tell me she had to take care of this tyrant like this for the coming month?!
She was so shameless!
But then again, Liu Rushuang’s heart sort out a pained sigh at the thought of that tyrant leaving this world.
After all, he was injured because of her. If she didn’t take care of him, she’d feel awful!
Han Moze smiled faintly, shut his eyes and let Liu Rushuang wash him.
After Liu Rushuang bathed Han Moze, she dressed him.
Han Moze swung his arm around Liu Rushuang’s shoulders and said with a hoarse voice. “Take me to the front of the palace. I want to handle some work.”
Liu Rushuang couldn’t help but feel a little touched.
He only had a month to live, and yet he couldn’t forget about his work!
Such a good Emperor!
“Alright,” she replied.
Liu Rushuang supported Han Moze by the arm to the desk at the front of the palace.
After Han Moze sat down, he started to read the memorials to the throne and coughed several times every now and then. His face was as pale as a piece of paper.
He raised his bursh and swayed. The words he wrote looked like insects!
Once again, Liu Rushuang couldn’t watch any longer. Her heart ached, and so she stepped forward and softly said, “Your majesty, if you don’t mine, I’ll write for you. Dictate a sentence and I’ll write it down.”
Han Moze stopped his brush and covered his mouth a few times to cough. “Alright,” he siad with slightly furrowed brows.
Through the memorials to the throne, Liu Rushuang realized that H was a really good Emperor.
No matter which memorial it was, he would carefully think of a plan to solve the issue. He was never careless in the slightest, and there wasn’t anything that one could find to nitpick.
Han Moze may be a despicable tyrant, but he absolutely wasn’t an incapable ruler.
For someone like him to be the best at martial arts, someone who knows how to cure poisons, paint, play the flute, and comb hair… and the most handsome man, Liu Rushuang felt it was real shame he was going to pass away in a month.
After an hour, they finally finished handling the memorials to the throne.
*Cough cough…* “Help me to the bed,” Han Moze said weakly.
Liu Rushuang sniffled in secret. She was sad for the end of this brilliant ruler of their generation.
Then, she carefully escorted Han Moze to the big bed in the back of the palace.
Liu Rushuang poured another cup for Han Moze to drink.
=When she saw Han Moze lay down, ready to sleep, she turned to leave.
*Cough cough cough cough cough…* “I-t’s c-c-cold…”
All of a sudden, there was a strangely painful cough. H’s voice was as cold and weak as a mosquito.
If it were the average palace made, they would definitely have not heard what H said.
But Liu Rushuang understood what he meant!
So, she turned around in a panic and saw the exremely pale, feeble and anguished look on Han Moze’s face.
It felt like something had crashed into her heart!
She turned around and immediately grabbed two to three blankets from the shelf, then covered Han Moze’s body with them!
*Cough cough cough…* “Cold…” Han Moze tightly hugged himself and laid, shivering underneath the blankets. He looked like a fragile child who made one want to throw themselves on them with affection.
Liu Rushuang violently gritted her teeth, then laid on Han Moze’s bed and conjured up a warm nest with her inner breath.
Han Moze immediately stopped coughing, then turned around and tightly hugged Liu Rushuang into his arms and felld eep asleep.
Liu Rushuang took a deep breath and suppressed the sadness deep down inside. Then, she shut her eyes and fell asleep.
Han Moze inhaled Liu Rushuang’s pure breath with a smile.
After about an hour, Liu Rushuang opened her beautiful eyes. It was time to eat.
So, she turned her head to call Han Moze awake.
But when she saw Han Moze sleep comfortably, she thought about it and laid back down.
She felt an indescribable bitter pain in her heart.
It was only when this tyrant was asleep, was he so bearable.