Chapter 20 He's Not Dirty

During the patrol, Tianyao noticed a drop of blood on the ground. Her dark pupils contracted slightly, and her gaze moved upwards along the location of the blood drop, finally landing on Tianheng's left hand.

She looked like she was about to cry, and reached out to gently take Tianheng's left hand.

"You're bleeding, doesn't it hurt? Was it really necessary?"

When Tianyao saw the four wounds on Tianheng's left palm that were bleeding continuously, her eyes filled with tears, but her expression was fierce as she glared at Tianheng and questioned him.

Tianheng, as the ruler of a country, is the one who is fierce to others; he has never been fierce to others.

But even though he was scolded, he wasn't angry at all.

His eyes were as gentle as spring water, and a faint smile appeared on his excessively handsome face as he spoke softly, his voice very pleasant.

"I didn't feel any pain just now, but now that you've asked, it seems to hurt a little."

"How about Yao Yao blows on it for me?"

Upon hearing this, Tianyao grew even angrier, her eyes glaring at Tianheng with even more ferocity as she fiercely rebuked him.

"What time is it? You still have the mind to talk about this? Where is the first-aid kit? Let me help you with this first."

If it weren't for the fact that Tianheng was injured and a patient, she would have given him a couple of punches to teach him a lesson.

"Under the cabinet on the left."

Tianheng answered obediently, his smile fading slightly.

Yao Yao seems really angry, what should I do?

He has no experience in comforting people!

Upon hearing this, Tianyao released Tianheng's hand, walked angrily to the cabinet, opened it, and took out the medicine box.

"Sit here, stretch out your hands, and put them on the table."

Tianyao placed the medicine box on the table, reached out and pulled out the chair next to her, and said to Tianheng, who was still using his right hand to brace against the door.

Tianheng hesitated and wavered.

He was afraid that Tianyao would take the opportunity to escape after he left the door.

"You come here right now, or I'll really get angry!"

Tianyao took out the medicine for treating the wound one by one, turned her head, and found Tianheng still standing at the door. His fists hardened, and he gritted his teeth and said.

"Then... then swear you won't run away."

Like a spoiled child, Tianheng stood at the door, gazing expectantly at Tianyao, waiting for her to make a vow.

Tianyao: "..."

Good, very good. In just three years, Tianheng not only learned to harm himself, but also learned to take advantage of others.

"Come here first!"

Tianyao stood in front of the table and spoke, her tone firm.

"You swear first."

Tianheng stood in front of the door, refusing to budge an inch.

Tianyao: "..."

She was absolutely certain that if she didn't swear, Tianheng would really just stand at the door and not come over.

The current situation seems somewhat unsolvable, but I have a clever plan.

Tianyao took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. The anger in her heart dissipated considerably with that breath.

She reached out, picked up the wine from the table, and, under Tianheng's gaze, walked step by step to his side, giving him the order.

"Raise your hands."

Tianheng's eyes widened slightly, his face showing surprise.

So that's how it can be done.

Why didn't he think of that?

Tianheng raised his hand somewhat dejectedly, letting Tianyao stand in front of the door and disinfect it for him.

Before long, Tianyao went back and forth between the door and the table several times, and finally bandaged Tianheng's injured left hand and tied a pretty bow for him.

"Since you're willing to stand, then stay standing."

Tianyao sat down in a chair, poured herself a glass of water, took a sip, and said.

Although Tianyao spoke lightly, she was actually almost unable to hold back any longer; Tianheng's pheromones were too strong in the room.

If she weren't a top-tier Omega with a strong will, she would have pounced on Tianheng like any other Omega in heat.

Tianheng's situation wasn't much better than Tianyao's.

The fine sweat on his forehead had now gathered into beads and was streaming down his face.

His dark eyes occasionally lost focus; he was no longer able to maintain complete rationality.

"Your Majesty, what do I have to do to get you to pardon Yunzhou's mother from the death penalty?"

Tianyao hadn't forgotten the important matter and asked.

Tianheng shook his head violently, regaining some of his senses, and stared at Tianyao, asking.

"You still haven't answered me whether my pheromones smell like yours."

Tianyao was taken aback; he hadn't forgotten about this.

He's really persistent.

If this continues, she really can't hold on any longer, so she should just go along with him and give him a proper answer.

Tianyao tilted her head back, gulped down another glass of cold water, and replied, "It's the taste I like."

"real?"

Tianheng was overjoyed, and a bright smile appeared on his face. Because of the fever, his face was flushed pink, and this smile made him look like a pink hibiscus flower, extremely beautiful.

Tianyao's heart skipped a beat.

She was going crazy. How could he smile so handsomely? Wasn't he just trying to seduce her?

Tianyao turned her head away from Tianheng's breathtakingly beautiful face, not daring to look anymore, and replied with a very firm voice.

"real."

Upon hearing this, Tianheng smiled with great satisfaction, and his right hand, which had been supporting him on the door, finally dropped down.

He turned around and staggered toward the inner room, talking as he went.

"The decree of pardon is on the cabinet where you just took the medicine box."

After saying that, he opened the door to the inner room, went in, closed the door, and bolted it shut.

Tianyao stood frozen in her chair, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

What does Tianheng mean?

He meant that he had already written the imperial edict to pardon Yunzhou's mother, but he hadn't told her because he wanted to know if his pheromones were the scent she liked.

Also, that was... the sound of a door being bolted shut?

Tianyao stared at the door to the inner room, the image of the four wounds on Tianheng's left palm flashing through her mind, and her heart trembled.

Therefore, Tianheng never thought of using the excuse of losing his mind during a fever to get her.

It was she who thought of him as very bad and filthy, and was always on guard against him.

Tears instantly streamed down her face.

She was wrong; she misunderstood.

She raised her hands, covered her face, bit her lip, and tried her best to suppress her sobs, but she was too upset and couldn't completely suppress them.

The sound of sobbing traveled from the outer room to the inner room.

Inside the room, Tianheng leaned his forearm against the door, his forehead against his forearm, panting heavily, his eyes unfocused.

His entire body, his pheromones, were yearning for the person in the outer room.

But no, you can't, get out!

He finally managed to get Yao Yao to lower her guard a little.

He cannot, absolutely cannot, allow Yao Yao to erect a thick wall between him and her again.

He endured three years; he could wait this long.

A moment later, Tianyao could no longer withstand the corrosive effects of Tianheng's pheromones. She suddenly stood up, rushed to the cabinet, opened the top cabinet, and sure enough, saw an imperial edict inside.

Tianyao hurriedly took out the imperial edict and quickly examined it.

It was indeed an imperial edict pardoning Yunzhou's mother from the death penalty!

Tianyao was overjoyed and hurriedly picked up the imperial edict, heading towards the door.

Reaching the doorway, she opened it and walked out of the outer room without hesitation, heading towards the side door of the Tranquil Heart Hall.

The moment the outer door opened, Tianheng turned around, walked to the inner window, lifted the curtain a little, and watched through the crack as Tianyao quickly left with the imperial edict in her hand, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

Sure enough, he was no longer her number one.