Chapter 33 July Flower Poured In

Ye Yanze's illness had not healed. There was an endless stream of letters of consolation sent to him from the royal court and the aristocratic families, but Ye Yanze threw them all aside and ignored them.

He spent most of the day lying in bed sleeping. He ignored Ed's call for him to eat, and refused to drink more medicine. Zelsa was busy reading the book and didn't want to pay attention to him. Anyway, a large group of people rushed to serve him, so he didn't need this.

only……

I have never seen such a difficult and delicate person.

Zelsa stood behind the servants and looked at Ye Yanze lying on the bed. His flushed cheeks were hidden between the soft pillows, his platinum hair was messy, and he closed his eyes tightly to avoid the servants who were calling him outside.

"Your Highness, sit up and drink some medicine."

Ye Yanze curled up on his side, pulled up the quilt and huddled inwards, saying nothing and refusing to cooperate. Ed and his servants were anxious, but they didn't dare to pull him away.

Zelsa sighed softly, he needed someone to coax him even to drink medicine, what a princess. The next second she realized that if he were a woman, he would really be a princess in a sense.

It's just that this princess has a lot of bad intentions. Two days ago, when he was reading a book and his fingers lightly touched the annotations, he suddenly realized that Ye Yanze was deliberately teasing him when he said he couldn't read.

"Your Highness, you can only get better after taking the medicine... What are you doing?!"

Zelsa finally couldn't stand it anymore, so he pushed through the crowd and took the medicine from Ed's hand. Ye Yanze was dazed by the fever, and turned his head and squinted his eyes to look at Zelsa.

"Get up and take your medicine."

With a harsh tone, just as Ed was about to explode, Ye Yanze weakly refused first.

"Go away."

At least His Highness was willing to respond. This vixen was quite something. Ed glanced at the others, bowed and led them away.

"They've all left, and there's only you and me here. So you'd better get up and drink the medicine yourself, otherwise..." The expression on Zelsa's face was confused, completely threatening.

"I'm not like them, coaxing you and praising you."

"I said, get lost."

Ye Yanze was a man who would not give in to any persuasion. He wrapped himself in the quilt tightly, leaving a few strands of his light-colored hair outside. He curled up in the quilt with his eyes closed.

Bang.

The medicine bowl made a loud noise when it hit the table. His movements were rough. The servants in the temple were very gentle and it was not like him who made a sound when he put the bowl down.

The next second, the quilt on him was lifted off.

Zelsa supported himself on his bed with one hand, leaned over, and peeled him out with one hand. Ye Yanze glanced at him unhappily, not wanting to talk, just thinking he was taking revenge.

But Zelsa just smiled, not in a good way, stretched out his hand to pull him up, and dragged him to sit on the bed. Ye Yanze was dizzy from the fever, and in his opinion, the strength of his struggle was no different from a few scratches.

He sat sideways on the bed, pressed Ye Yanze into his arms, pinched his cheek with one hand to make him open his mouth, and brought the medicine with the other hand. Ye Yanze was naturally unwilling, but he could only lean on his arms and kick his feet on the bed, which had no effect except to kick the quilt away. The hand pulling his arm did not make Zelsa shake.

"Swallow it, or I'll force you to drink it."

Zelsa couldn't help but stroke his hot cheeks with her fingers. The feeling of completely controlling him made his spine tingle with pleasure, especially when she saw the redness in the corners of his eyes and the remnants of tears in his beautiful purple eyes.

"Such a smart person wouldn't be at a loss as to what to choose, right?"

After saying that, Zelsa pressed the medicine bowl against his lips and poured the dark brown liquid into them. His pink lips were pressed pitifully, and the small Adam's apple on his upturned neck rolled.

Zelsa smiled and admired his helpless situation at the moment. After the medicine was finished, the tear in the corner of his eye finally fell and hit his index finger.

Zelsa's heart trembled inexplicably, and he immediately withdrew his hand. Even he himself felt puzzled. This was just the beginning. Sooner or later, he would pierce his heart with his own hands.

"Get out." Ye Yanze panted a few times and looked up at Zelsa. The ruthlessness on his face at this moment was something Zelsa had never seen before.

Zelsa rubbed his middle finger, with a rare look of discomfort on his face. He felt that he was no longer in control of this matter, and secretly cursed himself for not using more ruthless means.

"Your Highness! Lord Grote has brought people to the temple."

Ye Yanze lowered his head, not looking very energetic, and said in a low voice: "No, let him do it another day."

Ed didn't retreat immediately, but looked anxious and frightened. Zelsa's eyebrows jumped and he said something tentatively.

"Your Highness' fever has not subsided yet. You just took the medicine and should rest. Your Excellency will not be unforgiving, right?"

Ed looked at Ye Yanze who was sitting on the bed, stammered a few words, and finally said nothing. Ye Yanze suddenly coughed violently, retched, and finally lay on the side of the bed and vomited out all the medicine.

It was rare for Zelsa to do nothing. Like a real butler, he held him and washed him, wiped his forehead and cheeks with a cold towel, and smoothed his curled fingers one by one.

Ed couldn't help at all, and watched in amazement as His Highness allowed him to manipulate him so docilely, squinting his eyes and relaxing his back in his arms. Zelsa naturally felt the relaxation of his body, but didn't think about anything, only focusing on his body.

"Tell him I'll be right there."

Zelsa paused as he wiped his cheek, and only came to his senses after Ed retreated and Ye Yanze stood up and walked towards the cloakroom.

"What can you do when you can't even stand steadily?"

Ye Yanze half-closed the cloakroom door, said nothing, untied the straps of his pajamas, and turned his back to the door.

Zelsa was inexplicably agitated, and without thinking, she pushed the door open. She saw his snow-white bare shoulders and neck, his waist and limbs outlined by narrow lines, and his relatively plump...

"Don't you know the situation? I don't have the power to refuse."

He knew that Zelsa had pushed the door open, but she just turned her head and glanced at him calmly. After moving her eyes downward as if she saw some interesting reaction, she put down her hair that was gathered on one side of her shoulder with one hand, like a silk curtain covering the beautiful scenery.

He stretched out his hand and put on his usual white robe with gold flowers. The conservative and formal robe wrapped his skin below the neck. The wide robe did not outline his waist at all, and it looked abstinent and holy.

It seems that the person blocking the door is quite a beast.

Ye Yanze looked normal, as if he didn't notice Zelsa's predicament. Instead, he walked up to him and turned his back, speaking in a low, powerless voice.

"Help me tie my hair up."

Zelsa felt that he was a little confused, probably because he had been a bachelor for two lifetimes and had not vented for a long time because he was busy fighting wits and courage every day. Ye Yanze was so calm, if he made some noise, it would prove that he was despicable.

He was thinking about a lot of random things, and touched his cool and smooth hair. When he gathered his hair together, he could see his ears, the back of his neck and a small part of his face.

"Don't follow me, just deal with it yourself and don't dirty my clothes."

Even though Ye Yanze accidentally pulled two of his hairs, he didn't get angry. After fixing it, he turned around and left, leaving these words in a calm tone.

Zelsa suddenly felt like he was burning from head to toe, and only came to his senses after the person walked away.

"What do you mean... You are so narcissistic, do you think you have great charm?"

He pushed open the door of the cloakroom, his fingers froze and hung to the side. Zelsa returned to the small room that Ye Yanze gave him irritably, walked around anxiously, and finally blushed and lowered his head to smell the fragrance left on his fingertips.

Then he sat on a chair aside in a daze, as if he had seen a ghost. Turning around, he saw his handwriting on the book again. The strokes were unexpectedly sharp.

Zelsa immediately closed his eyes and clenched his teeth hard, his jawline tensed and veins on his forehead popped up for a moment, trying to hold back the urge that shouldn't have arisen. After a long time, he resigned himself to biting the knuckle of his index finger that had touched his hair.

"Liar..." The voice was low and hoarse like a sigh.

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"Your Highness has kept me waiting."

A blond man in a dark purple uniform stood in the outer hall, looking up at the colorful glazed windows above him, as if he was engrossed in them. He did not even turn his head to look at Ye Yanze, and spoke jokingly.

Ye Yanze's face remained calm and composed, and he was not agitated by his almost provocative tone.

"I am feeling unwell, and I hope you will understand."

Grote turned his head, glanced at him, and laughed.

"I see that His Highness is in good spirits. He has taken in a new servant and is making a fuss about not taking his medicine."

Ed subconsciously looked at Ye Yanze. Colin's family master knew everything they did in the temple. This only meant that one of his people was among those loyal servants.

Ye Yanze coughed twice, his expression remained unchanged and his tone remained gentle.

"Your Excellency is in such a hurry to come to the temple, I think you have something important to tell me."

Grote's scrutinizing eyes swept across his face, and he walked slowly towards him, speaking unconsciously in a commanding tone.

"Come with me."

Ed looked at Ye Yanze, who was leaning against the carriage with his head down and his eyes closed. He didn't dare to say anything more and could only drape the blanket he brought on him.

"Need not."

His voice was still hoarse, and Ed's heart sank for some unknown reason.

"Your Highness, Lord Grote should be here for purification. Let's go quickly and come back quickly."

As the Son of God, Ye Yanze needs to hold purification rituals regularly. That is to drain his strength and radiate the power of purification outward through the magic circle. People who are close to the magic circle will be relieved of elemental erosion.

In reality, those noble families could call him over whenever they wanted and use his purification at will, even if they had no signs of any elemental erosion at all.

Ye Yanze did not answer, but followed Grote into the manor without saying a word. When Grote asked Ed not to follow him, he just nodded casually and let him leave.

"I heard that you and Luther were angry. Since you are already engaged, just be more considerate of him." Grote said in a calm tone, looking at his gentle profile when he was silent.

"Even if you become the lady of the Hilt family in the future, you must not forget your identity and the things you have to do. I have taught you these since you were young, you will not forget them, right?"

Ye Yanze raised his light-colored eyelashes, revealing a gentle smile, and replied softly, "I dare not forget."

Grote nodded with satisfaction, casually lifted his braid, frowned and said one more word.

"This servant is clumsy, so don't keep anything that shouldn't be kept."

Ye Yanze smiled, his purple eyes full of tolerance and tranquility: "We must always give them the opportunity to make mistakes."

Grote snorted and just handed over a silver bowl that was placed beside him.

"Ten bowls, I don't need to do anything."

Ye Yanze lowered his eyes, took the bowl and picked up the dagger on the side, turned his hand and cut his wrist without hesitation, bright red blood dripped into the bowl, his expression was still so calm.

Grote looked at his expression, as if evaluating something.

“Too slow.”

Ye Yanze didn't even frown, he stabbed again and said yes in a low voice.