Chapter 274 The prince felt an embarrassment he had never felt before
Jian Yue looked at Lida and the others and said, "This is inappropriate. I am just a lowly male servant..."
Lida said, "Because of the accident outside the city this time, the servants around the prince were injured and could no longer serve him. I heard that you were kept here because of your clever father and mother. I believe you should be able to serve the prince well."
then.
Lida smiled softly again. A gloomy expression appeared on the young lady's face. Her skin was very white, and in the dim light of the night, her dark eyes looked particularly creepy. She whispered, "If you can't serve the prince well..."
She left unsaid.
But a normal person would definitely understand what she hadn't said, and no good result would come of it anyway.
Jian Yue knew that this matter was definitely a done deal. He took a deep breath and said, "In that case..."
Lyda thought he was going to refuse.
Jian Yue asked, "Can I get a raise?"
Lida: “…Okay.”
No, is this guy okay? It’s a life-and-death situation, but he’s still thinking about his tiny salary!
Jian Yue said: "Then I am willing."
Anyway, it doesn't matter where you work!
But at this moment, he must take a bath first, because his clothes are too dirty. You know, to be able to serve the king, even if the king is injured, he must be decent. If a servant with dirty clothes offends the king, he will be punished.
Jian Yue deeply felt the exploitation of servants and the racial system in this copy. The lives of the servants here might not be as important as the dignity of the nobles, and life and death would not be decided by the nobles in a single thought. That was why the Duke's family could be so unscrupulous and without any fear. Perhaps human life was not worth mentioning in their eyes, and it only seemed so important when it came to their own lives and wealth.
When coming out of the room, Jian Yue met other people by chance.
It's the tasker.
He still remembered these people. He had met them a few times when they first came to the manor together. The boy on the upper bunk was carrying a plate and happened to see him.
Coincidentally, the guy with the buzz cut and Boss Zhao were also there, and they both looked a little embarrassed.
Boss Zhao cursed and said, "You are such a dog that you let us wash dishes in the kitchen! Who am I? When have I ever done such a job?"
The guy with the buzz cut was wearing a dirty shirt. He must have been sent to do hard labor. His face was covered with dust. "Be patient. At least we have to stay in the manor so that we can find clues better. It will be fine once we get out of the dungeon!"
Both of them happened to see Jian Yue.
The boy who lived on the upper bunk of Jian Yue was called Ji Xingle. Ji Xingle's face was a little pale. He was assigned the job of a gardener. His card Chia was a little girl who was helping to trim the flowers with scissors.
When Ji Xingle saw Jian Yue, he said happily, "Little King."
Jian Yue said: "You haven't finished yet."
"How can we possibly finish the work?" Boss Zhao said unhappily, "This damn slave owner insisted that we had to thoroughly clean and tidy up the manor in order to welcome the prince..."
A panicked expression appeared on the face of the man with the buzz cut. He looked at Boss Zhao and said, "Keep your voice down! Don't let anyone hear it!"
The most taboo thing in a copy is to say something that shouldn't be said.
Boss Zhao muttered, "Why can't I say this? No one can hear it."
Ji Xingle ignored the two men. He just said to Jian Yue, "It's going to be curfew soon. Where are you going?"
Jian Yue said: "I may not go back tonight. I have to go to Wang Jue to take care of him. He is injured."
The guy with the short hair was a little surprised when he heard this. He asked, "Can you go to the prince?"
He seemed to feel a little regretful and a little gloating.
"Before I entered this dungeon, I heard that the prince is a character with erratic moods and is willing to kill people without blinking an eye." The man with the short hair said to Jian Yue, "He has a violent and weird temper. If you take care of him, you will be courting death."
Jian Yue said: "This is Miss Lida's order."
The guy with the buzz cut glanced at Jian Yue and said, "How pitiful! Since we are roommates, I can teach you how to escape. As long as we cooperate and share information, you went to the city today, right?"
His eyes were full of calculation.
Jian Yue said, "I have already agreed to this job, so I will definitely go."
The face of the guy with the crew cut was full of disbelief, as if he was doubting whether Jian Yue was a real person or not. How come even after saying this, he was still so stubborn?
Jian Yue turned and left.
Only Ji Xingle said to him: "If you need any help, please tell me."
Jian Yue said: "Thank you."
Ji Xingle said: "You're welcome. Qia told me that you are a good person, and I believe her."
Jian Yue looked at the girl next to Ji Xingle with some surprise. The girl in a cute skirt smiled at him cutely. Jian Yue didn't understand why the summoned creatures on the card knew that he was a good person. Could it be that their card world had its own information network?
Do NPCs have such a good opinion of themselves?
Jian Yue thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he finally decided not to think about it anymore.
After taking a shower, he was ready to go to where the prince was. Martha was already waiting. Poor Martha's conscience was condemning her at this moment. She took Jane Yue to the bedroom where the prince was, and she was hesitant to speak all the way. She was a kind-hearted girl, and her heart was filled with torment at this moment.
When we were almost to the room.
Martha held Jian Yue's hand, tears in her eyes, she said: "Oh my God, poor sir, I think I must tell you the truth, Miss Lida didn't come to take care of the prince in person because she was afraid of the devil. She chose me to go, not because she liked me, but just wanted to find someone to replace her to do dangerous things. She even wanted to replace me tomorrow and kill me to silence me. I was so scared, so I chose to let you go."
Jian Yue said: "Madam, I already know what you said."
Martha's face showed a bit of surprise, and she blamed herself even more. She took a deep breath and said, "Run quickly, sir. I know you are from a foreign country. It is night now. I will help you escape from the manor."
Jian Yue reminded her: "It's a dangerous moon night now. There may be demons outside. It would be very dangerous for me to leave the manor without permission. The carriage of the prince has been attacked. What do you think is the probability of me leaving the town by myself?"
Martha didn't think so much at the time, but now that she was reminded, she was even more sad and angry.
"What's more," Jian Yue said, "If you let me go without permission, it will be a serious crime if the young lady finds out. Martha, do you think you can bear the wrath of the young lady and the Duke?"
Martha turned pale with fright.
Jian Yue remembered that in the original plot, Martha had no one to turn to, so she went there on her own. She was a kind girl, and even though she was forced to go, she still took good care of the prince. Now she just wanted to live.
Martha covered her face and cried, "I...I...oh, I don't know what to do. I just don't want to kill you."
Jian Yue said to her, "Listen to me, ma'am. No matter what happens tomorrow, if we want to live, we must think about ourselves. Miss Lida wants to kill people and rob goods. She is the one who has the final say in this manor, but if the prince stops her, her words will not count. What I mean is that our lives are now dependent on the prince."
Martha said: "But the prince is unconscious..."
Jian Yue then said, "You have been by Lida's side the whole time. Do you know what the doctor said?"
"The doctor came once and told His Excellency the Duke that the prince was unconscious because he was possessed by a demon and needed an exorcism." Martha said quickly, "They have to wait until the Ming Catholics arrive before they can deal with it."
Jian Yue said, "I'm going to go in and take a look. You know I've been with a very famous doctor. If I need anything later, I hope you can get it for me. Martha, our lives are in your hands now. Are you willing to help me?"
His voice was gentle and even calm, but it had a power that could not be challenged.
Martha was terribly frightened. She thought she should run away, as far away from all this trouble as possible. But she nodded and said with tears in her eyes, "I will. I will help your husband."
Jian Yue entered the room.
In fact, he could handle the situation tonight by himself, but in this unfamiliar copy, one more helper means one more information channel. Since it can help him survive and get more help at the same time, this deal is not a loss.
The door was opened.
The house is very quiet.
Guarding outside the door were two senior male servants, with some fear on their faces, especially as curfew was approaching. The entire castle seemed very quiet and cold. In such an environment, they just wanted to leave here quickly. After all, there was a person inside who was suspected to be possessed by a demon, which made it even more terrifying.
Jian Yue walked in and smelled blood as soon as he entered the room.
This was the smell of excessive blood loss after an injury. The lights were on in the room, and he walked over and saw a man lying on the bed. He had bright red hair and a very young face, and he should have just reached adulthood. His facial features were deep and sharp, a typical handsome appearance of a mixed-race child. He was not very old, and even his brows were frowned as he fell asleep.
Jian Yue was possessed and saw that there was even some blood seeping out of the pajamas he was wearing.
The wound was not treated properly.
The reason for the coma must be blood loss and wound inflammation. Jian Yue sighed. The medical skills in this era and time were not so advanced. Even the powder used to stop bleeding was made of black ashes and no one knew where it came from.
Jian Yue: “…”
Without the doctor, the wound would have healed long ago.
He looked at the person on the hospital bed. During the day, he was a prince who looked high and mighty, but now his face was pale and he looked like just a wounded child.
That's all.
Jian Yue reached out to unbutton his pajamas, wanting to take a look at his wound, but just as he touched the clothes, the next second, the sleeping man opened his eyes and looked at him with those sharp eyes.
The red eyes were as beautiful as rubies, but at this moment they also held a sharp light.
Prince Chris, who had just woken up from his coma, looked at him with a vigilant and fierce expression. He tightly grasped Jian Yue's arm with his palm, and his pale face was slightly flushed. He said in a hoarse voice, "Are you looking for death? Don't touch me."
It was just like when he stood at the door during the day, pushing away other people's hands, and saying with a bit of arrogance and contempt, "Don't touch me, you dirty person."
Hearing words like this, especially from a prince with such a strong aura, most people would be trembling with fear. If it were a low-level male servant, he would have knelt down and begged for mercy by now.
Jian Yue looked at him calmly. When the doctor was treating the patient, Chun Chun would regard resistance as medical trouble.
"I'm helping you heal." Jian Yue's voice was even gentle. His other hand, which was not restrained, fell on Wang Jue's forehead. He said, "You are very uncomfortable now. If you don't get treatment, you will be in more pain. I won't hurt you. Trust me, okay?"
Chris's originally ferocious look slowly softened in the face of such comfort. He was so badly injured that he fainted after suddenly relaxing his vigilance.
Jian Yue had already unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. He then saw the wound that spread from his neck to the present. It was very deep, probably caused by some sharp energy. He immediately checked carefully, and judging from Chris's breathing, there should be no internal bleeding, otherwise he would have difficulty breathing or vomited blood.
Then it was caused by trauma.
His wound was covered with a layer of black powder. Jian Yue didn't know what the doctor had applied, but it definitely didn't do any good to his wound. If he didn't take care of it, the wound would probably get worse and he might even die.
Raise your eyes upward again.
Jian Yue's gaze fixed on his shoulder, where there was a small, light red mole. The color was so light, almost invisible, but just that little bit of color was enough to make one hold their breath for a moment.
Without any hesitation.
Jian Yue said: "System, please exchange the hemostatic medicine and disinfectant for me."
The system mall prompts: "You can redeem medicine three times in this instance. If you redeem all of them, you will have used up all the redemption times. You will have countless more redemptions at any time."
This consequence is terrible because if you cannot exchange the medicine in an emergency, your life may be in danger.
Jian Yue did not hesitate at all: "Exchange."
Chris couldn't die.
I can't die in front of him.
After getting the medicine, Jian Yue began to apply it to him. This process was very painful. Jian Yue went out for a while. The two servants at the door had already run away. Jian Yue knocked on the door a few times, and a figure appeared not far away. To be honest, Martha could still keep her promise at this time. It has to be said that it is not easy for someone to be the heroine.
Jian Yue said to Martha, "I need some hot water, a big bucket of it, can you bring it to me?"
Martha smelled the blood on Jian Yue's body, and her face turned pale with fear, but she didn't dare to say anything or ask, she just nodded and said, "Okay, okay sir."
Jian Yue felt a little sorry for her. The little girl was not very old, but she had to be frightened like this.
He went back to continue applying medicine to Chris. After applying the medicine, his wound obviously stopped bleeding and even his breathing became much smoother. Jane Yue breathed a sigh of relief, at least his life was definitely not in danger.
After a while, the water was delivered.
Jian Yue had to wipe the dust around his wound, as this would make him uncomfortable and might contain bacteria.
Chris' entire upper body appeared in front of him. His body was very white, and he looked like a pampered royal. However, there was not a trace of fat around his waist, and he even had well-trained abdominal muscles with very nice shapes. There were even thin calluses on his palms, which were enough to prove that he was not really slacking off, but was a martial artist.
Perhaps it is precisely because of this strong physique that he has been able to survive until now despite suffering such serious injuries.
Hot water was delivered.
Martha stood at the door and knocked. Jane Yue walked over to take the water. Martha peeked inside and Jane Yue asked her, "Are you curious?"
"No..." Martha immediately shook her head. Although she was a maid, she understood that a good reputation was important. Although some maids would climb into the beds of young masters for their careers, she had never thought about it that way. Her only wish was to become a senior maid one day and get a better salary so that she could cure her sister's illness.
Martha quickly lowered her head and said, "I'm leaving."
"And..." She walked a few steps, suddenly turned back to look at Jian Yue, and whispered: "Thank you, sir, I don't know how to repay your kindness, I will repay you."
Jian Yue said: "It's not a thank you, I did this on my own accord."
Martha looked at him with some surprise, as if she couldn't understand why Jian Yue said that at all. After all, that was a devil. Although the people inside were of noble status, they might be cursed by the devil. How could anyone really not be afraid?
Jian Yue had already turned and left.
He used a towel soaked in clean hot water to wipe Chris' body. He was extremely careful from beginning to end. The water in the basin gradually turned red. He finally stopped after the wound was treated.
After finishing the job, he was very tired and was also a little worried about Chris's illness, so he fell asleep while guarding him.
Nearing dawn.
Jian Yue woke up almost as soon as the person on the bed moved.
Chris began to sweat all over. He struggled to sit up and whispered, "Water..."
Jian Yue immediately stood up to get him some water. There was a kettle and a ceramic cup next to him, but when he handed it to the prince, Chris still frowned. For the noble prince, he didn't care about anything the Duke had.
He didn't even want to touch Jian Yue, let alone the cup of water in his hand.
The noble and arrogant Lord looked down at him. The young man spoke in a commanding tone with a hoarse voice: "Let my servants serve me."
Jian Yue thought that the brat was really difficult to deal with, but his life was at stake, so he replied, "Your Highness, you are seriously injured and unconscious, and your male servants are also injured. I am a servant in the Duke's manor, and I was sent to take care of you."
Chris frowned, his vigilant eyes still on Jian Yue.
Jian Yue reminded him: "Your Highness, the water will get cold if you don't drink it now."
Chris: “…”
After a moment's silence.
Chris still couldn't overcome his thirst in the end, and he was sick and couldn't stand it anyway, so he raised his hand and said, "Give it to me."
Jian Yue handed it to him. Chris's hands were shaking as he held the cup. He was too weak, and the wound on his chest hurt so much that it was difficult for him to move. Jian Yue simply put the cup to his lips and let him drink from it in small sips. Chris had no objection this time and lowered his head to drink.
Wait until he finishes drinking.
Jian Yue asked him, "Your Highness, does the wound still hurt?"
Chris's face turned pale with pain. The boy was alert and didn't say anything. As princes, they would never reveal too much emotion to the male servants around them. But when he lay down, he couldn't help but gasped and made a "hiss" sound.
Jian Yue wanted to pull open his shirt to see the wound, but Chris suddenly slapped his hand away. He did not use any strength. The red-haired boy pulled the quilt and said, "What are you doing!"
It was as if Jian Yue wanted to tarnish his innocence.
Jian Yue: "...Look at the wound."
It took Chris a long time to realize what Jian Yue was going to do. In fact, it was normal for slaves to change clothes for their masters. The prince had been served like this since he was a child. But for some reason, when this handsome and rational servant in front of him looked at him, he felt uncomfortable all over, and the places he touched always felt a little strange.
"No need." Chris said, "I'm fine."
It was getting light now.
There was a sound outside.
It was the princess' voice, Daya's voice outside: "Brother, brother, are you awake? How are you?"
I remember that in the original plot, the prince was still unconscious at this moment, so Princess Daya was stopped by the servants outside and did not come in, but now the prince has woken up.
Chris said, "Come in, I'm awake."
Daya immediately opened the door, walked in worriedly, and said quickly: "Brother, you finally woke up, oh, you don't know how worried I was. We were attacked by the devil yesterday, and you were seriously injured. Even the doctors didn't dare to get close to you. They said that you were possessed by the devil. If you don't wake up today, we have to ask the bishop to come. They have sealed this place and don't let anyone get close. I ran here secretly!"
The scene was in chaos.
Chris seemed stunned as well. He had just woken up and didn't know the twists and turns. He only understood what happened from Daya's mouth. He frowned and asked, "Demon?"
When reading these two words, Jian Yue could feel some hatred in his emotion.
Daya cried, “Our male servants are also injured. If something happens to you too, I really don’t know what to do… cough… cough cough…”
She started coughing as she spoke.
Chris said to her, "Daya, you are not well yet. Go back to your room immediately. If people knew that you came to a man's bedroom at night, have you ever thought about your reputation?"
Daya's face turned pale and hesitantly said: "I...I'm just a little worried about your brother..."
Chris said dignifiedly: "Go back immediately, I'm fine."
Daya was still very obedient. She nodded and left, and before leaving she bowed to Jian Yue who was beside her.
The room became quiet again.
After Jian Yue watched the man leave, he turned around to look at Chris. Chris seemed to be still digesting it all. When he first opened his eyes and saw Jian Yue, he just thought that one of the servants in the manor had found a way to replace his personal valet to do such a deceiving thing. But now, he knew the whole picture.
Just a short while ago, he was speaking in a hasty manner to the person in front of him, and even reached out to slap someone away.
Thinking of this, Chris's eyes fell on Jian Yue's hand. After seeing this, the young prince asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"
There was a scratch on the palm of Jian Yue's hand, which had turned purple. It looked very scary on his fair and slender hand. Jian Yue lowered his head and said, "It's a scratch. I accidentally fell on the door yesterday. It's nothing serious."
Chris remembered.
He left angrily yesterday and asked the servants to push away the people who came forward to stop him. It seemed that he was the one who did it at that time. Now that he thought about it, it turned out that he was injured because of himself.
And he took care of himself last night...
I misunderstood him.
Realizing this, the prince felt an embarrassment he had never felt before. Such moments rarely happened to him, especially when facing a servant. Perhaps he should have apologized, but he didn't know how to say it.
Chris said: "You..."
He wants to say what you want, everything he can give you.
But the person in front of him did not hold on to this point to threaten him. Jian Yue walked over and opened the window not far away a little bit and said, "It's a bit too hot and stuffy in the house. It's not good for you to recover from your injuries. It will be dawn soon. I will open a little gap to ventilate the house, but you can't catch a cold now, so you have to pull the curtain here a little bit..."
He walked over, picked up his coat and put it on the person on the bed, then bent down to straighten his shirt which was slightly open.
When Jian Yue bent down to button his shirt, amid the rustling sound, he heard the proud and noble Lord Wang Jue whisper in his ear: "I'm sorry."
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