"Oh, right..."
The two had been arguing for a while, and Su Tiyue almost forgot about Xiao Anzi's injury.
"It was Xiao Anzi who saved me. Can you go and see him? Physician Chen said his injury is nothing serious... but I'm still worried."
Su Tiyue broke free from his embrace and gestured earnestly in front of him with her hand: "Such a thick wooden beam must have caused quite a few injuries."
Xiao Heye frowned, indicating his refusal: "I'm not that free, I don't have time to care about the life or death of a servant."
"If you're not going, I'll go myself."
Su Tiyue couldn't be bothered to say anything more to him.
"Are you really that concerned about that little eunuch?" Xiao Heye saw her go downstairs and hurriedly chased after her, putting his arm around her shoulder and shamelessly saying, "Then let's go together."
Su Tiyue had always treated the servants of Tingyulou very well.
Although he knew that Su Tiyue's feelings for the little eunuch were only out of concern and not mixed with any other emotions, Xiao Heye still felt uneasy.
It's a little sour.
When the two arrived at Xiao Anzi's room, it was dimly lit, simple but clean and tidy.
Qingwu had brewed the medicinal soup and was preparing to have him drink it.
Seeing Su Tiyue and Xiao Heye appear at the same time surprised Xiao Anzi and Qingwu in the room.
Qingwu curtsied to the two of them, then silently retreated to the doorway.
Xiao Anzi propped herself up with her hands, preparing to get out of bed and bow, but Su Tiyue stopped her: "Xiao Anzi, your legs are not in good condition, so there's no need for such formalities."
After speaking, he glanced at Xiao Heye beside him.
He nodded hesitantly, his expression indifferent, and did not speak.
Xiao Anzi nodded slightly: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Are you feeling better?" Su Tiyue was about to move closer to take a closer look at the injury on his leg.
Xiao Heye reached out and grabbed Su Tiyue, preventing her from getting close to Xiao Anzi. He curled the corners of his mouth and said slowly, "Your Majesty... let me do it."
Xiao Heye walked to Xiao Anzi's bedside, sat on a low stool, and used his well-defined fingers to trace down Xiao Anzi's thighs to her ankles.
Xiao Anzi said nervously, "Thank you for your concern, Master Xiao. The imperial physician said my leg is fine."
Xiao Heye frowned, unconcerned. He lifted Xiao Anzi's calf, turned his fingers down, and pressed on the back of Xiao Anzi's knee.
"Hiss—" Xiao Anzi gasped in pain.
Xiao Heye snorted and gently put his leg back in place: "Your leg is indeed fine."
He glanced back at Su Tiyue, paused, and said casually, "It's just broken."
"What?!" Su Tiyue and Qingwu, who was standing at the door, exclaimed in unison.
Su Tiyue found it unbelievable: "Why would the imperial physician lie to me when my leg was clearly broken?"
How can you say it's nothing when you're so badly injured?
Xiao Heye stood up and coldly replied, "I've said it before, the Imperial Hospital is full of quacks. Besides, do you really expect them to save a mere servant?"
"There are so many servants in this palace, some died of illness, some died of exhaustion, and some were beaten to death... the number is countless."
After hearing this, Xiao Anzi lowered his head and remained silent, his hands gripping the mattress beneath him tightly.
People of low social status don't even have the right to get sick or injured.
Those imperial physicians were clearly capable of saving lives, but they were unwilling to waste even a single moment on these servants.
Xiao Anzi understood this in his heart, so he didn't blame anyone but himself for his incompetence.
Unable to protect himself, and even less able to... properly protect the person in his heart.
Su Tiyue asked Xiao Heye, "What should we do now? Master Xiao, send someone to invite the imperial physicians to take another look. They are afraid of your status, so they will definitely do their best to treat Xiao Anzi."
"Your Majesty, even if I invite someone over, what if they really can't cure the illness? Should I kill those quacks? I'm more afraid they'll just say their medical skills are lacking and ask me to be lenient..."
"I can't possibly make a big fuss over a mere servant of Tingyu Tower, can I?"
"Hmm?" Xiao Heye asked her.
"Then why not... let Wen Yan treat Xiao Anzi?" Su Tiyue had no choice but to think of this person under Xiao Heye.
Although Wen Yan is a bit wicked, his medical skills are superb, and he will definitely be able to cure Xiao Anzi.
Xiao Heye leaned close to her ear, lowered his voice, and asked with ill intent, "Your Majesty, is this a condition... or a request?"
Su Tiyue was furious. She nudged his waist with her elbow, then held her injured palm up to his eyes and waved it.
It means: I'm already so badly injured, and you're still full of bad intentions?
He coughed softly and reflected on his behavior.
Xiao Heye often takes advantage of people in distress, but now that this poor little thing is injured, he has such evil thoughts again, which is truly worse than a beast.
Xiao Heye glanced at her with affection and finally nodded.
Back at Yelan Pavilion, taking advantage of her injuries, Su Tiyue became even bolder.
She asked Xiao Heye to bathe and change her clothes, wash her face and feet, and serve her tea and water, but these were nothing compared to what she was doing.
When Xiao Heye warmed her bed, Su Tiyue actually asked him to read stories from a storybook to her.
You should know that the storybooks in Xiao Heye's room were all prepared by him personally for Su Tiyue.
Um……
The purpose at the time was to teach Su Tiyue some skills so that she could seduce the late emperor.
Now, Xiao Heye has essentially created a difficult task for himself.
What can you do when it's your own little tyrant?
Just spoil them like that.
Su Tiyue tilted her head, her bright, star-like eyes fixed on Xiao Heye, whose face was serious and whose brows were slightly furrowed.
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