After taking her pulse under the Emperor's cold gaze, Lu Yuyi said, "Sui Xing is also a student of medicine, and her constitution is stronger than that of ordinary women. These injuries are not serious…"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Emperor's chilling voice rang out, "So much blood flowing and it's not serious? What does Lu Yuyi consider serious? If I were to fall critically ill one day, would Lu Yuyi also tell the court that it's not serious?"
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With one sentence, he used two different titles, and poor Lu Yuyi, despite his age, was so frightened that his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
These superficial wounds are not serious as long as the bleeding is stopped. As a doctor, he would also consider the patient's emotions and offer a few comforting words. He truly spoke without ill intent.
Lu Yuyi wished he could prostrate himself on the floor to show his loyalty to the Emperor: "This old subject dares not, this old subject dares not! This old subject…"
Rong Huai's lips curved coldly, his gaze falling back to the woman on the bed.
The killing intent that had risen in his heart was so easily soothed by her quiet, gentle sleeping face.
"Enough," in Lu Yuyi's terrified expression, the Emperor did not have him dragged out. Instead, he said, "Within half a month, I do not want to see any injuries on her body."
"Yes, yes! Thank you, Your Majesty…" The wild joy of escaping death was firmly suppressed by Lu Yuyi.
The Son of Heaven's wrath can result in a million corpses, and that's no joke. This Emperor of Great Xuan is the most suspicious and unpredictable, often laughing with you one moment and then casually revealing the darkest secrets you wish to hide the next.
His anger and his laughter both sent chills down one's spine; even seven days and nights of nightmares would be no worse.
The two imperial doctors quickly wrote out prescriptions and left in a hurry. Even long after leaving the Emperor's bedchamber, the fear in their hearts had not dissipated.
Fu Quan cautiously eyed the man sitting by the bed.
He stared at the person on the bed without blinking, his gaze alternating between cold and gentle—just like his complex emotions.
He knew that keeping her meant restricting her freedom and crushing her ideal of healing and saving people, yet he could not ignore the subtle desire in his heart.
The world feared him, hated him, and wanted him dead. Only this person possessed the most gentle heart, genuinely wishing for him to live.
Rong Huai slowly clasped her slender, fragile wrist, his thumb unable to resist caressing its smooth skin.
To an outsider, the motionless man exuded a terrifying pressure, while the person on the bed was so pure and beautiful—it was said that there must be a fierce beast guarding an Immortal Grass, and wasn't this the perfect proof?
"Your Majesty, the court officials are waiting outside the hall. You…"
Fu Quan dared not directly say something like 'Your Majesty, you are injured, perhaps you should not attend court today.' Wouldn't that be making decisions for His Majesty? It would be akin to seeking death!
Recently, Great Xuan had not been peaceful. As Emperor, he was burdened with many affairs, and frequent poison attacks only intensified his bloodthirsty desires.
If not for her last night, countless more innocent souls would likely have fallen by his sword.
Rong Huai carefully touched her face, his palm feeling warm and soft.
His eyes flickered slightly.
"Tell me when she wakes up."
Fu Quan quickly assented.
Several hours later.
Outside the Golden Hall, Eunuch Fu Quan waited nervously.
A eunuch named Xiao Gui Zi ran up and whispered something in his ear. Fu Quan entered the hall with a joyful expression.
At court today, that group of officials, unafraid of death, again implored the Emperor to establish an Empress, stating that with no concubines in the imperial harem, there were many speculations among the populace, and that in the long run, it would likely be detrimental to the nation.
The Emperor remained silent, his cold gaze sweeping over the faces of several ministers. Just as he was about to order them dragged out and beaten until they recanted, Fu Quan quietly whispered beside him, "Sui Xing has woken up."
Rong Huai flicked his sleeve and left.
Fu Quan quickly shrieked, "Court dismissed!"
The ministers below, who were prepared for a death-defying remonstrance, hadn't yet reacted.
—Ah? What? They didn't have to die? Not even a beating? Not even the leg clamps?
Seeing that the ministers weren't moving, Fu Quan quickly scurried over: "My lords, please don't speak of asking His Majesty to take concubines again. This…"
"Death is but one outcome!" a minister, red-faced and agitated, shouted. He was a civil official, most unafraid of death. Although the Emperor had many ways to make one wish for death…
Many other ministers echoed him.
Fu Quan exclaimed, "Oh, please keep your voices down! Our Emperor has profound internal energy. With that shout, His Majesty will hear it even from afar!"
After speaking, Fu Quan whispered again, "Aren't you curious why His Majesty was so agreeable today?"
The minister was also quite puzzled: "Why?"
Fu Quan: "Because of a woman."
He made his point subtly, then walked away with a smile, holding his whisk.
This single sentence caused an uproar.
One must know that ever since Rong Huai ascended the throne, no one dared to approach him, let alone a woman. Even the military generals who had fought on campaigns for years were on edge and dared not be careless when they met this unpredictable Emperor.
Which minister would be willing to send their precious, beautiful daughter into the palace to suffer?
Sometimes they would recommend the daughters of their political rivals, praising their beauty and urging His Majesty to include them in the harem.
Or perhaps an unfavored illegitimate daughter from their own family; if she could rise to power in the palace, she could bring blessings to the family, making all the years they raised her worthwhile.
The ministers' various discussions and speculations will not be mentioned for now.
Bedchamber.
Sui Xing opened her eyes. Two young palace maids stood beside her. Judging by their attire, they appeared to be the highest-ranking palace maids, the kind who managed hundreds of people.
To achieve this at their age, they were not simple individuals.
"Please don't get up yet, Xiao Gui Zi has gone to fetch His Majesty."
Shu He said with a smile, "This servant has never seen anyone as beautiful as you, Miss. No wonder His Majesty specifically ordered us to take meticulous care of you. Even a tiny scratch could cost us our lives."
Sui Xing's right hand, bitten by Rong Huai, had already been re-dressed with new medicine. The strong scent of blood was covered by the fresh aroma of medicinal herbs, which made one feel refreshed.
"Is His Majesty… at court?" Sui Xing glanced at the sky outside the window.
Shu He: "Yes, Miss. Please lie down a little longer. This servant will massage your hands and legs; lying down for too long can make your body stiff."
Just as Sui Xing was about to refuse, her peripheral vision caught a dark shadow.
The temperature in the room plummeted.
Palace maids Shu He and Shu Liu immediately knelt and bowed, not daring to lift their eyes.
The man today wore a black and gold court robe and a mianliu crown, exuding authority without anger.
He quickly strode past the two, reaching out to support Sui Xing, who was trying to sit up: "Slowly."
He watched Sui Xing's right hand with a slightly nervous expression, fearing that the neatly bandaged white gauze would again be soaked with blood.
Fortunately, it wasn't.
Sui Xing pursed her lips and smiled faintly: "What a coincidence, did His Majesty just finish court as soon as I woke up?"
Seeing that she didn't resist his touch, and there was no resentment towards him in her eyes, a bittersweet emotion welled up in Rong Huai's heart—both joy and pity for her.
Why didn't she blame him? He was the one who hurt her so badly, her beautiful arm bitten into…
"What is His Majesty thinking?"
The man's subtly losing control eyes stared blankly at the person before him.
Sui Xing keenly sensed the extra killing intent in the air. She used her uninjured hand to touch the man's temple, her eyes filled with worry and softness: "Why does His Majesty frown as soon as he sees me? Is something bothering him?"
The temple, also known as the temporal region, has thin bones and is easily injured.
Rong Huai, having emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, should have been acutely sensitive to such vulnerable points on a person.
Yet, it wasn't until the woman's hands both touched his temples that he belatedly realized.
…Next to this person, his entire body seemed to relax.
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