When Song Ting returned, it was already midnight. He stood outside Chu Huaixu's window for a while, but ultimately did not go in.
—Every time he enters the house, he ends up disturbing Huaixu's sleep. Tonight it's really too late, and he can't bear to do that.
When he turned to go to his own courtyard, the steward was already waiting at the door and respectfully asked him, "Would you like to take a bath, sir?"
Song Ting nodded. As he pushed open the door and entered the room, a sudden sense of unease washed over him—someone was inside.
He heard a faint breathing sound. It was very soft, but it didn't escape Song Ting's ears.
Song Ting gestured to the butler, who immediately stopped. Song Ting then approached the house step by step. But he soon realized where the breathing sound was coming from.
On his bed.
No thief would be stupid enough to hide in a bed and not do anything after being discovered.
A guess popped into Song Ting's mind, and his heart began to pound uncontrollably. He moved even more cautiously, and finally, as he approached the bed, he saw the "thief" sleeping on his bed.
It is the Chu-Huai Preface.
The steward naturally noticed as well. "My lord, this… this servant didn't know the young master was here…"
"Shh." Song Ting put her finger to her lips. "Go down, you don't need to serve me anymore."
"That bathtub..."
"Put it next door."
They had tried to keep their voices as low as possible, but Chu Huaixu still woke up. He recognized them with sleepy eyes, tugged at Song Ting's arm, and asked in a soft voice, still warm from just waking up, "You're back?"
"Mmm." Song Ting leaned down and kissed his lips. "I thought the room had been burgled."
Chu Huaixu was still half asleep, but he still wrapped his arms around his neck and cuddled with him, chuckling softly:
"What audacious thief would dare to sneak into the Commander's room? Are they out of their mind?"
"Then it's only his heart and liver," Song heard.
If Chu Huaixu had been somewhat sleepy before, he was now fully awake. He stared at Song Ting incredulously for a moment, then burst into exaggerated laughter:
"No... I mean, Lord Song, where did you learn that? It's so... so vulgar..."
Chu Huaixu couldn't stop laughing. Song Ting was already embarrassed because of what he had said, and Chu Huaixu's laughter made her face burn even more.
He kissed Huaixu's lips forcefully, threatening, "Stop laughing."
But his threat was utterly intimidating; instead, it was like a puppy that had just been neutered, running around its master's feet after being bullied, sometimes defending, sometimes attacking.
It looks imposing and quite fierce, but its confidence vanishes as soon as it opens its mouth, and all it can manage is a laughable "Woof!"
Therefore, Chu Huaixu still found it funny, and laughed while kissing Song Ting, so much so that the kiss, which should have been ambiguous, became comical and intermittent, making Song Ting both embarrassed and annoyed.
"Where did you learn that from?" Chu Huaixu teased him relentlessly. "Lord Song, you wouldn't have become one of those playboy young masters, frequenting brothels, would you?"
"I didn't," Song Ting told him not to talk nonsense.
Chu Huaixu was determined to get an answer. It was always like this; the more embarrassed and annoyed Song Tingyue became, the more Huaixu would tease him.
"Then tell me, where did you learn that?"
Even in the dark, you could see that the color of the Commander's ears was very different from the rest of his skin.
“It’s from a storybook,” he said softly.
"Which storybook is it? Let me take a look sometime, I want to learn too," Chu Huaixu asked again.
Song Tingzhen couldn't stand him like this anymore, and didn't dare to kiss him. She pretended to have a blank face and said, "Don't... don't say anymore..."
No one would have guessed that the ruthless and merciless King of Hell, who kills without blinking an eye, is actually quite easy to tease in private. Every time Chu Huaixu hasn't even done anything yet, he has already surrendered and wishes there was a crack in the ground he could crawl into.
Since he couldn't think of any other way to shut Chu Huaixu up, he had no choice but to shut him up with his own mouth.
But this time, after only a short kiss, Song Ting frowned and stopped, saying worriedly, "You seem to have a fever..."
I felt that Huaixu was hot just now, but I couldn't control my emotions at the time and thought it might be my imagination.
This is now confirmed.
"I say, Lord Song, you've already called her 'darling,' can you please not spoil the mood at a time like this?" Chu Huaixu nudged Song Ting with his knee [ignore], the implication was clear.
Song Ting sat up, placed her hand on his forehead, and her expression turned serious. She said, "It's very hot."
...
Yan Qingshan was hurriedly summoned from his courtyard. After only one glance, he said:
"You won't die for now, it's just a common fever. Wrap yourself in a blanket and sweat it out, take some medicine, and you'll be fine."
His attitude wasn't good, and it wasn't going to be. Even though I was engrossed in my research, being disturbed by something as trivial as typhoid fever would definitely put me in a bad mood.
"My lord, although I owe you a favor, I am a divine physician. Can you please show some respect for us divine physicians? This is not how one should be called a divine physician."
Song Ting, however, kept a solemn face and remained silent, as if he hadn't heard a word Yan Qingshan was saying.
A minor case of typhoid fever might not be a big deal for a healthy person, but Huaixu was poisoned by a Gu, and his body was almost completely drained. He had a high fever that lasted for four or five days, and the fever only barely subsided last night, but he still had a severe cough.
Song Ting was extremely worried about this, as if facing a formidable enemy. She wished she could stay by his side at all times, so that she would be the first to know if anything happened.
However, the situation at court was unclear, and Song Ting couldn't stay by Huai Xu's side every moment. After having dinner with him, she went to the palace again.
The rebels were coming on strong, and the young emperor had already sent Gu Yi to Shanmen Pass to quell the rebellion. However, the court also needed to make full preparations on its side—the Turks in the north were becoming even more rampant.
Not long after Song Ting left, Xiao An came in carrying a bowl of rock sugar pear soup.
"Young master, this is tonight's snow pear soup."
"Put it down."
"Then you should drink it while it's hot, because it's more effective when it's hot."
"Okay, you can go out now. You don't need to be served."
After coughing for a while, Chu Huaixu picked up the pear soup and took a few sips. He didn't like things that were too sweet, but the sweet soup that was delivered to him every day was always just right, not too sweet or greasy.
This was also at Song Ting's behest; because of his cough, the household had to brew pear soup twice a day. Song Ting had heard that pears were good for the lungs.
"Cough cough." Chu Huaixu tasted a slightly metallic sweetness in his throat and subconsciously covered it with his handkerchief. The plain white handkerchief immediately stained with a glaring bright red.
Looking at that red dot, Chu Huaixu paused for a moment, then smiled silently for a while, then lit the handkerchief near the candlelight and casually tossed it at his feet.
The handkerchief was made of silk, and it burned quickly when exposed to an open flame, leaving nothing behind in the blink of an eye.
Luckily, Xiao An and A Bao weren't there, otherwise they would definitely have complained to Song Ting, and that idiot would probably have been furious.
With a sigh, Chu Huaixu thought to himself.
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