Zhu Yu picked up the bowl and took a big gulp, then leaned forward, grabbed the back of the person opposite him, and covered her lips with his.
Lu Xiaoyun's eyes widened, and her lips were forced to part slightly.
Zhu Yu then fed the medicine into her mouth.
After finishing the drink in one gulp, Zhu Yu took another gulp and pressed his lips against the other person's again.
One bite after another, the bitter taste spread across their tongues. But because of Zhu Yu's actions, Lu Xiaoyun seemed to have forgotten about the extremely bitter medicine and passively swallowed it down mouthful by mouthful.
In the end, the entire bowl of medicine was swallowed by Lu Xiaoyun.
A shimmering crimson flush crept onto a pale face, and her Adam's apple bobbed between the overlapping layers of her clothes before hastily sliding back into place.
Lu Xiaoyun stared at Zhu Yu in astonishment, stammering, "What, what are you doing?"
Zhu Yu stuck out his tongue with satisfaction, licked the corner of his mouth, and said shamelessly, "I'll help you drink your medicine."
Lu Xiaoyun's ear tips were tinged with red, and under the glass lamp, her face was flushed red. She couldn't hide the redness on her face. When she thought of the scene when Zhu Yu held the back of her head and fed her the medicine, she suddenly felt a little thirsty.
She was just forcibly kissed by Zhu Yu again!
And they were even forced to take drugs!
Last time, he took bitter medicine by himself and used her as a remedy for his suffering.
Today again...
Where did this man learn all this?
She looked at Zhu Yu and said softly, "Your Highness, are you so skilled at this? Do you often do this in the past?"
The indoor light flickered, and Zhu Yu's face darkened. He had really brought up the very thing he didn't want to talk about.
Ren Yong'an is the stain on his life, the kind that can't be washed away even with a basket of soapberries.
Seeing her defiant expression, a smile flashed in Zhu Yu's eyes.
He reached out and pinched Lu Xiaoyun's earlobe, speaking softly, "No, Ren Yong'an and I have been separated for ten years, and I have very few opportunities to see her."
Lu Xiaoyun snorted coldly: "Your Highness, there is no need to explain to me. We are already divorced."
She looked at him and spoke again softly: "After we part, comb your hair back to its former glory, beautify yourself and present your graceful figure, and choose a husband you love. Let go of grudges and resentments, and stop hating each other. Let us part ways peacefully and each find our own happiness. I wish you find a good man, a city of joy, and a life filled with warmth and happiness."
That was the content of the divorce agreement he wrote to her last time.
Frustrated, Zhu Yu grabbed the person opposite him by the neck and bit her lip.
"Hiss... Zhu Yu, are you a dog? Why did you bite me?" She wiped her lip with her finger, only to find it was bleeding from the bite.
The bite was really heavy.
Zhu Yu raised an eyebrow: "Yes, didn't you already know that I was born in the Year of the Dog?"
Lu Xiaoyun: "..." This person really does seem to be born in the Year of the Dog.
"If you talk nonsense again, I'll bite you again!" Zhu Yu said fiercely.
Lu Xiaoyun: "..."
She scoffed, "I've heard from people in Shengjing that you're unpredictable, capricious, ruthless, and a mass murderer, earning you the title of 'Shengjing's Number One Demon King'."
Zhu Yu said fiercely, "Yes, so you'd better not anger me, or I'll eat you up in one bite!"
Ignoring his warning look, Lu Xiaoyun fiddled with his fingers: "But your brothers and those who know you know that if you're good to someone, you're wholeheartedly and sincerely good to them. Even if the world misunderstands you and others curse you behind your back, you never explain yourself."
Zhu Yu glanced at her: "What's there to explain? If you can't stand it, just beat it up. If it's really an eyesore, just kill it."
Lu Xiaoyun laughed again: "You don't know who you've been hitting and killing? Our Prince An is not a madman who indiscriminately kills innocent people."
Zhu Yu twitched the corner of his mouth and pressed his lips to Zhu Yu's.
This person speaks so sweetly, it tastes even better.
The night finally came to an end.
After receiving the imperial decree, Zhu Dan immediately launched a thorough investigation overnight.
But the situation was too chaotic at the time. The Lantern Festival was already crowded, and when things got chaotic, tens of thousands of people rushed out all at once.
The assassin took off his black clothes, threw down his bow and arrows, and surged outwards with the crowd. Further investigation was like throwing a stone into the sea.
The old emperor was still shaken and sat in his study all night. If he hadn't been quick-witted and pushed Consort Chu, who was being pushed by Consort Ye, forward to block her, the Great Zhou Kingdom would have had to declare a national mourning.
Zhang Zhongwei and the other eunuchs had been kneeling ever since the old emperor smashed up the imperial study; none of them dared to get up.
As dawn broke, the once bustling Zhuque Avenue in Shengjing City was no longer as prosperous as before. The whole world seemed to be shrouded in a layer of grayness, with corpses trampled into mud, scattered arrows and weapons, and charred and collapsed houses everywhere.
In the palace, the old emperor raised his head, his face appearing as if he had aged considerably overnight.
The morning sunlight streamed through the latticework window, casting dappled shadows in the imperial study, while dust motes danced in the morning light.
Outside, increasingly shrill screams and the sound of sticks hitting flesh reached Zhang Zhongwei and the others' ears.
The hundreds of concubines, eunuchs, and maids who only cared about escaping when the assassination occurred yesterday will all be beaten to death today.
The blood stained the bluestone slabs outside the palace a deep crimson, as if it had become a sea of blood.
"Get up," the old emperor said calmly.
Zhang Zhongwei knelt down gratefully: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
He slowly stood up, his legs stiff from kneeling all night, his body trembling.
The old emperor pressed his hand down: "Sit down and talk to me for a while."
Zhang Zhongwei, tears streaming down his face, wiped them away with his sleeve. The imperial study was in a mess, so he sat down on the floor.
The old emperor waved his hand, and the eunuchs who had been kneeling all night were granted a pardon and quickly withdrew from the imperial study.
The imperial study fell silent.
The sounds of executions outside gradually subsided, and then the sound of water being splashed could be heard.
No matter how much blood there is, it will all disappear with a splash of water.
The old emperor sighed, "Zhang Zhongwei, you've been with me for decades, haven't you?"
“Yes, this old servant has served His Majesty since childhood, forty-eight years now,” Zhang Zhongwei replied respectfully.
The old emperor chuckled: "I am fifty-six years old this year, and you have been with me for forty-eight years, serving me since I was eight years old."
"Being able to serve His Majesty is the most fortunate thing in this old servant's life. In the next life, and the life after that, this old servant will still serve His Majesty."
The old emperor laughed heartily, tears welling in his eyes: "Old man, you've served people your whole life, aren't you tired yet?"
"This old servant is very happy, I'm not tired at all."
"I'm getting old, and all my sons are eyeing this chair I'm sitting on." The old emperor patted the dragon-head armrest, his voice seemingly tinged with a sob.
Zhang Zhongwei lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, all the princes are showing you respect."
The old emperor raised his gloomy face, as if only then remembering: "Where is the Third Prince!"
All the princes and princesses were present yesterday, except for the third prince!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
