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

Zhu Yuanzhang's sharp eyes, which always exuded majesty, seemed to be attracted by a magnet at this moment, staring at the bowl of medicine quietly placed on the small table.

His eyes were filled with undisguised expectation, as if this bowl of medicine was no ordinary potion, but a miraculous drug that could turn the world around.

Zhu Yuanzhang was seen leaning forward slightly, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

In his mind, the image of Queen Ma when she was healthy in the past had already emerged.

At that time, she was dignified and generous, with bright and gentle eyes.

She shuttled back and forth in the palace, helping him to keep the harem in order.

Empress Ma's smile was like the warm spring sun, warming everyone in the palace and leaving a deep impression in Zhu Yuanzhang's heart.

Now looking at the weak Empress Ma lying on the sickbed, Zhu Yuanzhang was filled with pity and anxiety.

He prayed in his heart, hoping that the bowl of medicine in front of him would immediately produce its magical effects.

It was as if as long as Empress Ma took this medicine, her sickly look would instantly fade away like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, and she would regain her former glory.

He regained the healthy state that was familiar and reassuring to Zhu Yuanzhang, and once again stood shoulder to shoulder with him to jointly protect the vast territory of the Ming Dynasty.

This expectation is like the persistent pursuit of light in the darkness, supporting Zhu Yuanzhang's seemingly calm but actually uneasy heart.

"Sister, drink this bowl of medicine quickly. Your illness will be cured after you finish it."

Under Zhu Yuanzhang's passionate and expectant gaze, Empress Ma seemed to feel the eager atmosphere around her.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, like the wings of a butterfly struggling in the cold winter wind.

After about half a cup of tea, Queen Ma finally mustered up enough energy and slowly opened her eyes.

Those eyes, which were originally bright and lively, were now covered with a layer of sickly grayness, and their gaze was full of helplessness and reluctance.

She rolled her eyes slightly and first saw Zhu Yuanzhang, who was standing by the bed with a worried look on his face, and a feeling of bitterness arose in her heart.

Queen Ma knew very well that her frail body had caused the strong emperor before her to worry about her.

She wanted to raise her hand to stroke Zhu Yuanzhang's worried face, but her arm seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and she could only move it slightly after exerting great effort.

A feeling of helplessness spread through Empress Ma's heart like a tide, and she knew that her health was deteriorating.

The pain was like a tightly wrapped vine, making it difficult for Empress Ma to break free.

She was reluctant to leave Zhu Yuanzhang, whom she deeply loved, and the Ming Dynasty that they had protected together.

Empress Ma was reluctant to part with Zhu Yuanzhang, nor was she willing to give up the harem that still needed her careful care, and she was even more reluctant to give up participating in every step of the development of the Ming Dynasty.

There was a mixture of helplessness and reluctance in her eyes.

Eventually it turned into a deep attachment, like a wisp of sad wind, slowly drifting in the bedroom in this deep winter.

"Chongba, I'm afraid that my current physical condition cannot be cured by just a bowl of medicine.

The Ming Dynasty still depends on you and your sons to manage it together, especially the child named Tanger. It's time to learn to let go.

As parents, we cannot be with our children for their entire lives, let alone keep them by our side forever!"

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded solemnly and said, "Sister, as long as you are willing to take the medicine and get well.

I promise that all these things will be arranged according to your instructions. Even if Tan'er wants to implement his plan of living abroad, I will never stop him. "

Empress Ma's eyes wandered across Zhu Yuanzhang's face, trying to catch even the slightest hint of perfunctoriness in his expression.

She looked carefully and saw that Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were fixed on the bowl of medicine, his eyes full of sincere and anxious anticipation.

The furrowed brows and tightly pursed lips all revealed Zhu Yuanzhang's inner concern and worry.

He was seen leaning forward, as if ready to do anything for Queen Ma at any time.

He did not have the usual dignity of an emperor, but was only concerned about her condition. Empress Ma felt warm in her heart, and felt Zhu Yuanzhang's unreserved sincerity.

She moved her dry lips slightly, wanting to say something, but only a weak sound came out.

After about a quarter of an hour, Queen Ma finally gathered some strength and nodded slightly with satisfaction.

The nodding movement was extremely slow, but it seemed to have exhausted all her strength.

At this time, the helplessness in Queen Ma's eyes seemed to fade a little, and was replaced by a hint of relief.

She knew that even in this ever-changing palace, Zhu Yuanzhang's friendship towards her had never changed.

This simple nod was full of Empress Ma's affectionate response to Zhu Yuanzhang, and it also seemed to silently express the deep and indestructible emotional bond between the two.

"Chongba, I feel relieved when I hear you say that.

Yu'er, you come here and feed me the medicine."

Yu'er, who was standing not far away, saw all of this.

After hearing what Queen Ma said, she didn't dare to delay for even a moment.

She walked lightly and quickly to the bed.

Yu'er's steps were light and quick, and the hem of her skirt fluttered slightly with her steps, making a slight rustling sound.

Then she leaned over gently, stretched out her slender but steady hand, and picked up the bowl of medicine that was still steaming on the small table.

The hot steam from the medicine hit Yu'er's face, carrying a slight bitter taste.

But her expression did not change at all, her eyes were focused and serious.

Then Yu'er squatted slightly and carefully handed the medicine to Queen Ma's mouth, her movements as gentle as if she was treating the most precious treasure in the world.

"My lady, Yu'er is here to help you drink the medicine."

Yu'er's voice was soft and gentle, like a spring breeze, slowly spreading in this slightly dull bedroom.

She raised her head slightly, her eyes full of concern and expectation.

At this time, Yu'er was looking at Queen Ma, as if giving her strength.

That look showed not only the maid's loyalty to her master, but also the worry and concern from deep within her heart.

Like Zhu Yuanzhang, she hoped that this bowl of medicine would improve Empress Ma's condition.

The atmosphere in the bedroom was extremely solemn at this moment. Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the weak Empress Ma lying on the sickbed, and his anxiety and worry surged like a raging tide.

His brows were furrowed, and the lines on his face seemed even harder with worry.

Zhu Yuanzhang could not help but say, "Queen, if you don't get better soon, I will hold all the quack doctors in the Imperial Hospital accountable!"

The words carried the usual majesty and unquestionable authority of an emperor, and at first glance they sounded full of threats.

However, Empress Ma lay there quietly. Although her eyes were a little dim due to illness, she still revealed her deep understanding of Zhu Yuanzhang.

She knew very well that this man in front of her, who seemed majestic and cold and spoke threatening words, actually wanted her to recover her health more than anyone else.

During the long years that the two walked hand in hand, they experienced countless storms.

From supporting each other when they were humble to ruling the world today, this friendship of sharing weal and woe has long been extremely deep.

Behind Zhu Yuanzhang's seemingly tough threat was his deep helplessness and fear about Empress Ma's illness.

(End of this chapter)