Chapter 154: Begonia (3)
But Mu Mingtang was very serious as she slowly reminisced about her past: "Every year when I celebrated my birthday, my parents would collect its petals to make wine out of it and bury them under the Begonia chinensis tree. My dad also said that he had to bury at least 17 jars of wine, and let my future husband drink them all when he came to pick up the bride. If he can't finish it, he won't let them enter."
Mu Mingtang originally smiled as she thought back on this, but slowly felt sad. Her birthday alcohol jars didn’t even get to the 17th jar, nor did her parents get to see her get married.
Mu Mingtang lowered her gaze, she felt down. Xie Xuanchen suddenly asked: "You can make wine from petals?"
Mu Mingtang looked up at him in surprise. Xie Xuanchen was expressionless as he said, "Although I never really paid attention to this, the gardener should have planted some Begonia trees in the garden. We’ll look for them next year, and then bury the new and old jars altogether. In such a huge garden, we can for sure bury all the seventeen jars of wine."
Mu Mingtang's eyes felt sour. Upon hearing what he said, she began to sniffle and was at the brink of tearing up: "Okay."
After she finished speaking, she asked: "Will you come with me then?"
Mu Mingtang's voice sounded as if she was about to cry, and her gaze was sincere, as if she was waiting for a life-long promise. Xie Xuanchen paused. He originally wanted to say that he might not survive until next April, but with that gaze, he couldn't refuse.
"Okay."
Mu Mingtang's eyes suddenly brightened, as if stars exploded in her eyes. Mu Mingtang thought about it and looked forward to it. She kept talking to him about ways to make the wine, how to use the fallen Begonia petals, and where to bury it. Xie Xuanchen had no particular attachments ever since he was a child, and never even cared about how the moon looked like during the Mid-Autumn Festival and the flowers in the early spring. However, at this moment, listening to Mu Mingtang's words, Xie Xuanchen suddenly became curious about what Begonias looked like.
What did Mu Mingtang's father see back then, to name her after this flower.
Imperial Physician Zhang, who was forced to pair up with them, had to take care of Xie Xuanchen's health. As there were too many spies during the day, Xie Xuanchen just escaped through the window quietly at night and came to look for Imperial Physician Zhang for checkups.
Today, after the pulse diagnosis, Imperial Physician Zhang could not help but ask: "My Royal Highness, you have been recovering quite quickly nowadays. Why is that so?"
Imperial Physician Zhang probably knew his physical condition better than Xie Xuanchen himself. As Xie Xuanchen took advantage of Imperial Physician Zhang’s night shift and came at night, almost once every five days, his checkups were very regular. Imperial Physician Zhang had been a physician for many years and possessed rather sophisticated experience. Although Xie Xuanchen's pulse back then was gradually getting stronger, it was unstable and mild. However, for the past few days, Xie Xuanchen's pulse had improved steadily and quickly.
This sudden change surprised Imperial Physician Zhang. These days, he was watching over Xie Xuanchen with his very own eyes, knowing that his medicine and diet didn’t change, so what caused this miracle to take effect?
Xie Xuanchen retracted his hand and flung his sleeves casually: "It's nothing, I just feel that it’s quite a pity."
Imperial Physician Zhang wanted to ask, what’s a pity? But Xie Xuanchen had already stood up, and seeing from his expression, he wasn’t planning to go into details, Imperial Physician Zhang suppressed his curiosity, and didn’t ask further.
Xie Xuanchen nodded at Imperial Physician Zhang, and got back to Yu Lin Hall in the dark. Obviously, Mu Mingtang didn't know that he was going out at night.
If he guessed correctly, Mu Mingtang’s head should be slightly tilted, sinking into the bedding as she sleeps.
The evening breeze blew, and Xie Xuanchen saw the lights coming from Yu Lin Hall at a glance. It was his bedroom, the place where he was imprisoned, and it was also his home.
Why is it such a pity? His wife is named Mingtang. It would be a shame if he didn't know what Begonias looked like.
He must live at least until April next year to fulfill Mu Mingtang’s birthday wish and see what the world looked like on the day she was born.