When we left the Empress Dowager's Palace, the ceremonial procession was already waiting outside.

Yingyue helped Lin Jiuqing sit down and followed him, saying as she walked, "A hundred times is too much. Your Majesty's hands will definitely not be able to bear it. Let me copy it for you. Although I come from a poor family, I have read books and practiced calligraphy. I will not embarrass Your Majesty."

Lin Jiuqing held the Lotus Sutra in both hands and said, "How can I show my sincerity by having you copy it?"

"But……"

"I can't handle a knife as a dancer, but can I write a few words? It's okay, I can do it."

Lin Jiuqing's hand gently stroked the scripture, the corners of his lips curled up, and he said softly: "If hand-copying the scripture a hundred times can make the Queen Mother calm down and restore their mother-son relationship, then it is worth it."

Yingyue was a martial artist, and she could hear Lin Jiuqing's soft murmurs clearly. She pursed her lips and said nothing, sighing in her heart: It is said that His Majesty loves the Queen so much that he is willing to disband the entire harem for her, but who knows that the Queen's heart for His Majesty is just as good.

Arriving at Lanyin Palace, Lin Jiuqing limped inside, not forgetting to instruct Yingyue: "Not a single word of what happened in the Empress Dowager's palace today can be leaked, especially not to the ears of His Majesty. Do you understand?"

Yingyue sighed: "Yes, I understand."

She glanced at Lin Jiuqing's legs and said, "Instead of talking about this, your Majesty, you might as well worry about your own legs."

It would have been fine if Lin Jiuqing hadn't said anything. But once she did, Lin Jiuqing felt a sharp pain in his legs. He quickly supported Yingyue's arm and walked inside, saying, "Go to the Imperial Hospital and find Doctor Chen. Tell him you've injured your leg and ask him to prescribe some medicine."

Yingyue shook her head. In order to keep His Majesty from knowing, she even resorted to such tricks. However, she had no choice but to nod and say, "Yes, I will go right away."

He helped Lin Jiuqing sit down, told someone to take good care of him, and then hurried to the Imperial Hospital.

When Yingyue returned with the medicine, Lin Jiuqing was no longer in the courtyard. Yingyue frowned and asked the palace maids below: "Where is the Empress? Didn't I ask you to take good care of her?"

Where can she run to as a person with limited mobility?

The little palace maid turned pale with fear and pointed towards the house: "Yes, it was the Majesty who said she wanted to go back to the house. We dared not disobey her and could only help her go back."

Yingyue didn't say much and hurried into the house with the brush. She saw Lin Jiuqing standing behind the desk, holding a brush in his hand, about to write.

"Your Majesty!" Yingyue walked over quickly and said in a serious tone, "Your Majesty, your legs don't hurt anymore?"

Lin Jiuqing was stunned for a moment and put down the pen in his hand: "I sat in the yard for a while and felt better..."

Yingyue pulled Lin Jiuqing to sit down without saying anything, then rolled up her trouser legs and saw Lin Jiuqing's bruised knees kneeling on the ground.

"Is this better?" Yingyue asked with a dark face.

Lin Jiuqing was also a little surprised. He felt better after taking a break, but he didn't expect the bruise on his knee to be so obvious.

"What should I do?" Lin Jiuqing frowned. "If His Majesty sees this, won't he know everything? Then all my efforts today will be in vain."

"Is this ointment of yours effective? If not, go find Mr. Mu. I need to make this bruise disappear as soon as possible."

Yingyue saw that she didn't care about her injury, but was thinking about His Majesty, and she felt distressed and helpless.