Natural Idol Who Traveled Through Time × Bickering Poison Ivy from Another Time 25

"Why are you up?" Jiang Yuchao walked into the hall carrying medicine, only to find her beloved idol, who should have been lying in bed recuperating, sitting at the desk writing something.

He had been sick for half a month. In the first few days after taking medicine, he had clearly improved quite a bit, but the low fever never went away. A few days ago in the middle of the night, he suddenly developed a high fever again, only regaining consciousness yesterday morning.

After being ill for half a month, Xi Zhuoyu looked quite haggard. He wore sleeping robes with a thick coat draped over him, his long hair hanging behind him. Frowning slightly, he picked up the brush to write. As he wrote, he started coughing, the ink seeping into the letter paper beneath his hand.

"Wait until you're a bit better before writing. If it's very urgent, I can write it for you," Jiang Yuchao advised him, her heart aching.

Xi Zhuoyu shook his head. Although there was some weariness in his eyes, his gaze was still very calm. "It's alright, I'm writing a reply to my father. I'm almost done."

His father, General Xi, had been guarding the border for several years without returning. Only occasionally would he send a letter. This time, with him falling so ill, the other side had already been informed.

Jiang Yuchao waited for him to finish writing, then had someone seal the letter and send it out. She helped him back to bed herself.

She had never taken care of a sick person like this before. Only now did she understand how much it tugged at one's heartstrings and made it difficult to sleep when someone close fell ill. In this half month, not only had Xi Zhuoyu lost a lot of weight, Jiang Yuchao had grown even thinner.

During this time, she had stayed by Xi Zhuoyu's side the whole time, keeping watch over him at night too. At first, Xi Zhuoyu had a hard time accepting her wiping his body, but ever since that time he fell into a daze, half-dreaming and half-awake while vomiting, making a huge mess, and Jiang Yuchao directly wiped his whole body, he no longer made a peep.

He gave up, couldn't take it anymore. He thought, once he recovered, he would seriously consider how exactly to pursue his diamond fan.

Outside, a dog barked several times. Xi Zhuoyu heard it and looked pitifully at Jiang Yuchao, his eyes holding a moist innocence that made one's heart melt just looking at it.

Jiang Yuchao struggled for a moment. "The physician said, while you're ill, it's best not to get close to those dogs."

Xi Zhuoyu hadn't gotten his dog fix in several days and felt miserable all over. Half-lying in bed, obediently covered by the quilt, he put on a pitiful act.

"I'll just look, I won't touch them. They haven't seen me in a long time, they must miss me a lot. If you don't let them see me, they'll definitely howl for a long time at night and keep you awake."

Even if the dogs didn't howl, she wouldn't be able to sleep at night anyway. Jiang Yuchao could never be hard-hearted with her idol. She quickly surrendered and sneakily ran out to smuggle two or three large dogs that often followed Xi Zhuoyu into the room.

Seeing Xi Zhuoyu, the big dogs happily tried to pounce forward but were grabbed and restrained by Jiang Yuchao. She warned them: "Don't get too close, just look from there!"

Xi Zhuoyu sat on the bed, leaning slightly forward, calling their names one by one and comforting them. The two sides nonsensically communicated in human speech and dog language for a while. Jiang Yuchao acted like a jailer, keeping time on the side. After a while, she announced that visiting hours were over and dragged the dogs back out.

The old head servant came over and, seeing her dragging the dogs, asked suspiciously: "Princess Consort, did you take the dogs to see His Highness?"

Jiang Yuchao: "No." She spoke straightforwardly and righteously without any of the guilty conscience of lying.

The old head servant temporarily believed her and then said: "Princess Nasha came again, endlessly saying she wants to visit the prince."

Jiang Yuchao: "Throw her out."

She returned to Xi Zhuoyu's side. Hearing the conversation outside, Xi Zhuoyu asked her: "Is Princess Nasha very annoying? No matter, she won't be able to come bother you much longer."

Jiang Yuchao: "This kind of small issue can't annoy me. Right now I'm just worried about your illness... It's not getting better. Is it because I've indulged you too much and shouldn't have let you get up freely?"

Seeing the doubt and guilt on her face, Xi Zhuoyu immediately reassured her: "Of course not. We should believe in science. This old superstition has no basis at all. Really, I promise I'll get better very soon."

After saying that, he hesitated and changed his words: "I'll try my best to get better soon."

Seeing Jiang Yuchao still looking gloomy, he sighed and asked with feigned worry: "With me so sick like this, my fan doesn't like me anymore and isn't willing to listen to me either."

Jiang Yuchao replied bluntly, "Who said that! I will always love you!"

Xi Zhuoyu: "..." Sigh, saying such things with eyes full of devotion, what's with that?

Because Xi Zhuoyu's illness never improved, the palace successively sent several physicians to examine him and prescribe medicines, but his condition fluctuated, leaving everyone at a loss.

Xi Zhuoyu was carefully tended to by everyone in the residence from top to bottom. Although he suffered quite a bit, his mentality was quite good. When lucid, he would talk with Jiang Yuchao about all sorts of things.

Only during those times would Jiang Yuchao forget about his illness and relax a little. Xi Zhuoyu was very good at taking care of others. Even at times like this, he could imperceptibly comfort Jiang Yuchao.

A month after the Dragon Boat Festival, Princess Nasha, who had been bouncing around Luodu, was locked up. This was because a war report had arrived from the border announcing that General Xi's secret campaign with the other tribes had been a complete victory, and he would soon be escorting war prisoners back to Luodu.

Only then did Jiang Yuchao understand why he had previously told her that Princess Nasha would soon no longer be able to bother her.

"The other tribes suffered a natural disaster last year. They invaded and plundered the border people, inciting a catastrophe. Although the Emperor appeared benevolent on the surface, in his heart he was more inclined to war. While placating Princess Nasha and the diplomatic mission that came to the capital, he had long ago secretly ordered my father General Xi to mobilize troops for battle." Xi Zhuoyu slowly explained to her.

His face was pale and he had gotten even thinner compared to before. He had become so emaciated that he looked too frail for his own clothes.

Jiang Yuchao didn't care about the likes of Princess Nasha right now. She just wanted him to focus on recovering. She had a very bad premonition, watching helplessly as he wasted away day after day, his energy also declining daily.

She felt immense panic. Even when she first suddenly arrived alone in this unfamiliar world, becoming a different person, she had never panicked like this. It was as if the tall tower built in her heart was about to collapse and she was standing right beneath it.

Xi Zhuoyu couldn't comfort her anymore. He awkwardly told a joke, but seeing that she didn't laugh, he could only shut his mouth.

Jiang Old Wine, in his heart, had always been an invincible and exceptionally brave 'lone wolf', but at this moment, this lone wolf seemed like a little puppy that had been thrown out of its den.

Xi Zhuoyu suddenly stood up and hugged Jiang Yuchao, who was sitting beside him, patting her head. "Your idol will give you a hug, cheer up."

A day later, Xi Zhuoyu developed a high fever again. This time, he fell into a coma for two days and never woke up again.

Jiang Yuchao sat by the bed for a long time, while the old head servant and other servants wailed in grief outside. Gui Huagao and the dog, Heijin, walked in. The dog whimpered a couple of times and lay by the bed, looking at the person lying on it, even trying to nudge that long, lifeless hand with its head.

Jiang Yuchao picked her up and said to her, "He's not sleeping, he's dead. You can't wake him up, you know?"

Heijin lay beside her, who knew if she understood. Her amber eyes drooped, and she let out a low whimper.

Jiang Yuchao stood up on her own and ordered hot water and new clothes. She was going to send off the person she loved the most on his final journey. She carefully washed that long hair, and as she wiped that familiar facial contour with a soft cloth, she kept thinking in her heart: Did he go back?

If he really went back, that would be good, even if she could never see him again in this world.

The death of Prince Yuling caused a wave of mourning in Luodu. Who knows how many people lamented and felt pity. Of course, while some were sad, others were pleased. The mastermind behind all this, Prince Yu, finally showed a smile on his face that had been gloomy for a long time when he heard the news of Prince Yuling's death.

"What does it matter if the female lead likes him, he's dead anyway."

The Greening System was paralyzed, and it saw the emotional deviation value that had been jumping back and forth suddenly stabilizing and rising. Probably after that Prince Yuling died, this female lead's deviation value soared all the way, and now it had reached the top, completing a hundred percent deviation.

But the stupid host said not to remind him again before, so it didn't need to go the extra mile. It thought a little gleefully.

Prince Yuling's funeral was presided over by Jiang Yuchao, the princess consort. There were many details, and she was so busy that she didn't even have time to think much about Xi Zhuoyu's sudden death.

Until she suddenly heard a rumor from two officials' wives who came to pay their respects. They talked about how several medical officials who treated Prince Yuling were angrily imprisoned by His Majesty, and among them was a Physician Yang who was so frightened that he committed suicide in prison.

"What a pity, although His Majesty was angry, he only locked them up to punish them. He didn't directly order them to be executed. Maybe after suffering some punishment, they would be released after a while. How could he be so scared as to commit suicide?"

"Yes, it's a pity about this Physician Yang. I remember he was the most skilled at treating this kind of fever."

Jiang Yuchao's mind, which had been in a daze for several days, suddenly became clear. She slowly narrowed her eyes, recalling that Physician Yang. She had a deep impression of this doctor because he was the first one to come and treat the prince.

Later, His Majesty sent a few more doctors, and Physician Yang was also there to help formulate the prescription.

He committed suicide. Because he was afraid. But what was he afraid of?

Jiang Yuchao suddenly stood up. Because of a sudden guess in her heart, her whole body felt like it had been submerged in ice water, chilled to the bone.

"You said you want to see those imprisoned doctors and the family of Physician Yang who committed suicide?" You Wu, the captain of the prince's guard, asked in surprise.

"Yes," Jiang Yuchao said. "I suspect there's more to the prince's death. Captain You Wu, I need you to help me investigate this matter."

Author's Note: Yes, only after the idol dies will this restraint be broken.

The next chapter will be intense. To avoid being scolded, I'm doing a double update today.