The sound of street drums could be heard faintly in the distance. Xuyu looked at the figure who quietly came out of the tent and started to get dressed.
After Cui Daosi took on the post of Anbei Envoy yesterday, he did not dare to delay for a moment. He selected his entourage, selected translators and officials from the Honglu Temple, and together with guards, he formed a diplomatic team of several hundred people, and immediately set out for the north this morning.
Pei Xiaoyuan was going to see him off early in the morning, and she would go with him.
He was putting on a slit coat. With the slight rustling sound of his coat, his sleeves rustled as he moved, creating a breeze that made a nearby candle flicker and the gauze curtain door sway slightly.
Xuyu's gaze paused for a moment.
After all, he didn't notice what was so special about the new bed curtain. He must have forgotten it long ago.
How long ago was that a trivial matter
In fact, not to mention him, even she herself had forgotten it long before seeing it last night.
The only one who always remembered it clearly was probably Qingtou.
Xuyu suddenly felt a little amused at her own little thoughts that were not presentable. Soon, she put the matter aside completely and got off the bed. However, she didn't know why, as soon as she put her feet on the ground and stood up, she suddenly felt stuffy in her chest.
Then, a feeling of nausea came over me, and I felt uncomfortable immediately.
He must have heard the slight sound of her getting out of bed behind him. He turned to look at her, and seeing this, he immediately walked back and reached out to hold her arm.
"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Xuyu relied on his support and slowly sat back on the edge of the bed.
Soon, the discomfort disappeared.
She raised her face, met his gaze, and shook her head: "It's okay. I just felt a little stuffy suddenly, but I'm fine now."
He looked at her face, which always looked pale lately, and was obviously still worried.
"Just lie down. You don't need to go this morning. I can go. I'll ask He Amu to call a doctor to check on you."
He turned around and was about to call for help, but Xuyu grabbed his sleeve from behind.
"I'm really fine. It's early in the morning, don't make a fuss."
Picking up a hairpin that had fallen on the pillow last night, she raised her arm and used it to tie up her messy long hair while explaining.
"I think it's because I've been busy lately and haven't slept well, so I was just feeling suffocated."
He seemed to be still hesitating.
She stood up and smiled at him.
"I'm really fine now. I know my physical condition best, and I will rest more. Your uncle must have already left for the palace to bid farewell to my father. Let's not delay, or we will miss the farewell."
In the candlelight, her face, which was much thinner than before, looked like a thin moon shrouded in light mist on a spring night.
At this moment, she should be weak and gentle, attracting infinite love and pity.
However, the girl in front of me was clearly smiling, looking energetic and reassuring.
He couldn't help but recall the scene last night when she hugged him when he had a nightmare. He had never seen her look so terrified before, she must have been frightened by him.
However, all the responses he could give her were so limited.
After knowing the final outcome of the incident, an invisible wall had quietly erected between him and her. All the joy he had previously experienced with her had come to an abrupt end for him, like dew on grass leaves disappearing in the sun.