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In late spring and early summer, the Imperial Garden was a riot of colors, with flowers blooming in vibrant hues—red as fire, pink as dawn, and white as snow—woven together into a stunning tapestry.
A gentle breeze swept through, causing petals to flutter down like snowflakes, filling the air with a rich floral fragrance that was sweet and refreshing.
Outside the courtyard, birds chirped joyfully on the branches, singing melodious tunes as if celebrating this beautiful moment.
Minjin wore a light pink gown that gracefully hugged her figure, adorned with exquisite Begonia patterns that seemed to come alive.
Lazily draped in a thin blanket, she reclined on a chaise lounge in the courtyard, basking in the warm sunlight.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows that danced across her face and body. Her delicate feet were playfully propped up, swaying gently to the rhythm of her joy, while the silver bells on her ankles chimed softly with each movement.
Minjin turned her head to glance at a plate of layered pastry on the table beside her. The golden-brown layers shimmered invitingly, as if beckoning her closer.
A playful smile spread across her lips as she eagerly reached out for it. Just then, a broad hand unexpectedly swooped in from the side and gently swatted the pastry away from her grasp.
"Just when you’ve regained your strength, you want to eat something so lacking in nutrition? You really should be punished," Long Huan had quietly approached her side. Dressed in a bright yellow Dragon Robe embroidered with a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon that exuded authority, he feigned annoyance as he looked at Minjin.
His brows furrowed slightly in mock anger, but his deep-set eyes sparkled with affection.
In his other hand, he held a bowl of Bird's Nest Soup, its crystal-clear broth steaming gently and releasing a subtle aroma. With graceful movements, Long Huan replaced the plate of layered pastry with the nourishing soup.
"Heehee, is this soup made by His Majesty himself again?" Minjin playfully stuck out her tongue, her bright eyes sparkling with surprise and anticipation as she gazed at Long Huan.
She picked up the steaming bowl of soup, slowly bringing it to her nose and taking a gentle sniff. The rich aroma instantly spread around her, filling her nostrils and causing her to become deeply enchanted.
Since the day she recovered from her injuries, Long Huan seemed to have transformed into a different person, showing Minjin unparalleled care and attention.
Every day, he would personally cook for Minjin, meticulously preparing various nourishing dishes, constantly finding new ways to help her regain her strength.
In the kitchen, Long Huan wore an apron, focused intently on the ingredients in the pot. He stirred and seasoned with care, his serious demeanor starkly contrasting with the authoritative figure he presented in court.
"Be careful, it's hot. Drink slowly," Long Huan said, a gentle smile curving at the corners of his mouth. He reached out with his cool fingertip to carefully wipe away the soup stains that had accidentally smeared at the corner of Minjin's mouth.
Long Huan's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to that harrowing day.
It had been a bright and sunny day, but no one could have anticipated that danger would strike so suddenly.
An assassin wielding a sharp blade lunged at him with deadly intent. Without hesitation, Minjin stepped forward, her frail figure acting as a shield in front of him.
The merciless blade plunged into her body, and crimson blood instantly soaked her clothes. Her face turned pale as paper, and she slowly closed her eyes, collapsing softly into his embrace.
In that moment, Long Huan felt as if an invisible hand had tightly grasped his heart, causing him unbearable pain that made it hard to breathe.
He remained by her side almost without moving, his eyes fixed on the busy figures of the physicians, not daring to look away for even a moment.
Time seemed to stand still; each minute and second stretched out unbearably long.
For three or four hours, his heart hung in his throat, fearing that Minjin would leave him.
Fortunately, after the full efforts of the imperial physicians, Minjin finally emerged from danger, pulled back from the brink of death.
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