The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

Chapter 2410 - 2412

"These pastries don’t seem to be made by the Imperial Kitchen today?"

"Your Majesty, you are truly observant; these were made personally by the Empress."

The eunuch flattered as he spoke, "The Empress consulted with the little divine healer Mu and added a cough suppressant powder to the pastries. After they were made, they had to be checked by the little divine healer Mu."

Baili Yan nodded with relief, "In this palace, only she still has some genuine feelings for me."

After all, she is the wife of his youth, and their feelings are different, much better than those of the consorts in the harem.

Those consorts often send things too, but after a while, they would start to talk about the princes.

They’re all grown up, and I’m old, none of them are content anymore.

But before I die, I will make proper arrangements to ensure nothing like what happened to me will happen again.

"Alright, all of you may withdraw." Since contracting the illness, his appetite worsened, and he could only manage to eat two pieces each time.

When the eunuch carried the food box away, the Empress and Mu Niancheng were waiting in the side hall.

"How is it?"

"Your Highness, His Majesty ate two pieces of pastry and had some soup. When this old servant left, he was looking at the memorials again."

The eunuch touched his eyes, "Why not have Marquis Changning come back to persuade His Majesty? Things can’t continue like this."

The eunuch thought that the words of Marquis Changning might be the only ones His Majesty would listen to.

Mu Niancheng shook his head, "Marquis Changning is also old, and the Ye Family is probably unwilling to have him disturbed." Seeing that the eunuch wasn’t an outsider, he spoke frankly, "Moreover, His Majesty had chronic ailments from early on. This current cold, though ordinary, has triggered his old illness, causing persistent coughing."

In his view, it was merely enduring day by day now, so having anyone to persuade would be useless.

If not for his father running countless places to find medicinal materials and the black pearls contributed by the Marquis Changning’s Mansion back then, His Majesty would not have survived those early years.

To live this long now was already borrowed time.

"Chengcheng, in your opinion, His Majesty still..."

"..." Mu Niancheng said nothing but wrote a few words on the table with water.

The Empress was shocked, suddenly looking as if she had aged ten years.

Although the eunuch didn’t know what Mu Niancheng had written, he could tell it was not good by the Empress’s expression.

"Your Highness..."

"Serve His Majesty well. Outside of here, do not speak a word of this, or else..."

"Yes, I understand, Your Highness."

The eunuch left, and the Empress consulted with Mu Niancheng in detail about the Emperor’s illness.

Upon learning that the medicine which once controlled the illness can no longer do so, the Empress broke down in tears.

Baili Yan ultimately did not make it past the New Year.

Just a few days after the New Year, Baili Yan found his energy deteriorating day by day, and when he saw the memorials sent from the north, it completely overwhelmed him. This diligent Emperor fainted in front of his desk.

On this day, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month with the Lantern Festival, Baili Yan suddenly remembered that there was also a palace coup on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month in that year, and in a blink, more than twenty years had passed.

He was old, Ye Zi’an was also old, and Mu Shaoling was old as well.

To say he had a worthwhile life, although being an Emperor was lonely, he wasn’t the most isolated. In the first half of his life, he had the good companionship of his brother Mu Shaoling, and in his later years, he had his cousin Ye Zi’an accompanying him in court.

However, there was still some regret, regret that over the years, he hasn’t left the Forbidden City a few times and hasn’t properly seen this imperial land beneath his feet.

"Perhaps I will never see it again!"

Baili Yan didn’t even know what he was thinking of, leaning on the desk and talking to himself, "Gone, all gone!"