Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

The biting cold wind howled across the entire palace, and the breath of deep winter was as heavy as frost.

The wind was like a sharp blade, cutting through the silent air and ruthlessly blowing across Yu'er's cheek.

In this season of ice and snow, the breeze has been replaced by strong winds.

It roughly lifted up a few strands of hair on Yu'er's forehead, and the hair danced messily in the wind.

It was like an elf breaking free from its restraints, struggling in the cold air.

Looking into the distance, the corners of the eaves of Kunning Palace are faintly visible in the distance.

The gloom of deep winter hung heavily over the palace city. Snowflakes fluttered down, covering the palace walls and eaves with a layer of silver.

The vermilion palace walls, set against the white snow, appear cold and solemn.

The corners of the palace eaves covered with golden glazed tiles were now mostly buried in the snow, with only a faint outline visible.

It appears and disappears in the flying snowflakes, like a mysterious and distant call in this snowy world, with a hint of urgency and irresistibility.

Yu'er held the jade earrings tightly in her arms, and the earrings were warmed by her body temperature.

At this time, Yu'er's other hand was holding the medicine jar firmly. Although Han Feng tried to snatch the medicine jar from her hand, she did not waver at all.

The medicine in the medicine pot emitted wisps of hot steam, which instantly turned into a cloud of white mist in the cold air and quickly dissipated.

Yu'er's face was flushed red by the cold wind, but her expression was still focused and solemn, and her eyes were filled with determination and resoluteness.

It is a sense of mission that comes from deep in the heart and has never been erased even in this world of ice and snow.

Yu'er walked towards Kunning Palace step by step with difficulty.

The snow under her feet made a crunching sound. Every step she took required some effort, as if the earth was testing her determination.

The flying snowflakes kept falling on Yu'er's shoulders and hair, and soon piled up, but she was unaware of it.

Just move forward towards the destination with a look full of sense of mission.

In this palace covered with flying snow, Yu'er's figure appears so small, yet so resolute.

Like a shining star in the cold winter, carrying responsibility and mission, it slowly approaches the mysterious and solemn Kunning Palace.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the bedroom of Kunning Palace was as solemn as the heavy leaden clouds outside the window.

The charcoal fire in the stove flickered, but the meager warmth seemed unable to dispel the worry that permeated the air.

At the same time, Zhu Yuanzhang, with a solemn and worried look, sat quietly beside the bed.

He was wearing a black dragon robe. The golden dragon embroidered on the corner of the robe was faintly visible in the dim light, but it had lost its former majesty.

At this moment, the emperor, who usually awes the world, frowned tightly.

Like two locked mountains, their eyes were filled with deep worry and heartache.

Zhu Yuanzhang leaned forward slightly and looked intently at the sickly-looking Empress Ma, his eyes revealing endless pity.

Queen Ma lay quietly on the bed. Her once rosy face had now become extremely pale and bloodless, like a withered petal in winter.

I saw her with her eyes tightly closed and her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was tortured by illness even in her sleep.

Those eyes that were once bright and lively are now sunken in their eye sockets, with dark circles around them.

Now Queen Ma's lips were cracked and chapped, and a few strands of messy hair stuck to her sweaty forehead.

Zhu Yuanzhang stretched out his hand, and with such gentle movements as if he was afraid of disturbing the most fragile dream, he gently held Empress Ma's bony hand.

His palms were broad and calloused, the marks left by years of fighting.

But at this moment, the hands that once turned the tide were trembling slightly. Zhu Yuanzhang gently stroked the back of Empress Ma's hand with his thumb, as if he wanted to pass on his strength and warmth to her, and murmured to himself: "Sister, you must get well soon, we still need to join hands with you to see the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty..."

The bedroom was extremely quiet, with only the occasional crackling of the charcoal fire in the stove, as if it was also sighing for Empress Ma's illness.

Just when the atmosphere in the bedroom was so depressing that it was almost suffocating, the cold wind outside the hall, carrying a chilly breath, came in through the crack in the door like a ghost.

With a slight creaking sound, the heavy bedroom door was slowly pushed open.

Yu'er, holding the medicine jar steadily in her hand, walked in with light but cautious steps.

She was wearing a light blue palace dress, and in this snowy deep winter, the color was just like a touch of cold moonlight.

There were still some unmelted snowflakes on Yu'er's shoulders and hair. As she walked, the snowflakes fell down and turned into a small water stain on the ground in an instant.

At this time, Yu'er lowered her head slightly, looking focused.

Her eyes were always on the medicine jar in her hand, as if the medicine in the jar carried the hope of the whole world.

The surface of the medicine jar was glowing with a warm luster, and wisps of hot steam were rising from the edge of the lid.

A faint herbal fragrance slowly spread throughout this slightly dull bedroom.

Yu'er walked carefully, taking every step very gently.

He was afraid that the noise would disturb Empress Ma on the couch and Zhu Yuanzhang who was worried beside him.

She gently walked around the screen in the hall. The green mountains and clear waters painted on the screen were dim in the swaying candlelight, as if the screen was also secretly saddened by Empress Ma's illness.

As time passed, Yu'er finally came to the bed.

She knelt slightly and saluted, and said in a soft but clear voice: "Your Majesty, the medicine is ready."

This sound broke the long silence in the bedroom, as if a ray of light shone through the thick haze.

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard Yu'er's report, he turned his head slightly and moved his eyes away from Empress Ma's sickly face.

He looked at the medicine jar in Yu'er's hand, and a hint of anticipation flashed in his eyes.

Zhu Yuanzhang then raised his hand slightly and said to the eunuch chief steward Wu Cheng who was waiting on the side: "Wu Cheng, go and take the medicine jar."

Although his voice was soft, it carried unquestionable majesty.

Wu Cheng hurriedly responded with "Yes, Your Majesty", and then trotted to Yu'er with small and respectful steps.

He bowed slightly and carefully took the medicine jar from Yu'er with both hands.

He looked so cautious, as if he was holding a rare treasure in his hands that would break if he was not careful.

When I picked up the medicine jar, I felt the warm touch through my palm.

Wu Cheng did not dare to slack off at all. He turned around and walked towards the low table beside him with the medicine jar.

There was a set of exquisite porcelain bowls on the low table, and Wu Cheng gently put down the medicine jar.

Then he picked up a porcelain bowl and slowly tilted the medicine jar.

The brown medicinal soup slowly flowed out of the jar, with a faint bitter taste, swirling in the porcelain bowl.

Hot steam rose up, creating a hazy atmosphere in the air.

After Wu Cheng poured a bowl of medicine, he picked up the porcelain bowl with both hands, walked to the bed again with small steps, and gently placed the bowl on the small table next to Queen Ma's pillow.

A circle of light mist immediately rose around the medicine bowl, as if covering the sick Queen Ma with a layer of illusory veil.

This made Zhu Yuanzhang's heart hang tighter. (End of this chapter)