He washed his hands in the copper basin, and because he was too eager, water droplets dripped from his hands onto the fur on the ground.
Fu Yao glanced at the dark stains and stroked the sachet in his hand with his long fingers.
Although Sun Jinlu didn't know why the emperor had been holding the sachet left by Miss Jiang, he naturally had an association when he saw the scene in front of him.
Could it be that the Emperor suspects that this spice can only be effective when combined with a technique?
Sun Jinlu felt that he was very smart and quickly spoke out his thoughts.
But he saw the emperor looking at him. He couldn't see the expression in his eyes, but he knew it was definitely not admiration.
There was even a hint of a smile on Fu Yao's face.
The smile was so faint, yet it instantly made Sun Jinlu break out in a cold sweat. He hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to say another word.
The court physician walked tremblingly to Fu Yao's side and stretched out his hand to touch the back of the emperor's neck. Before he could touch his neck, his fingers were blocked by a cold blade.
"His Majesty..."
The court physician froze in his tracks. He didn't even see where the emperor drew the dagger. The sharp blade was pressed against his fingertips, and with just a little force, he could cut his fingers off.
Fu Yao's move was a subconscious defensive one.
Since he ascended the throne, many people have wanted him dead.
Most people wanted to take advantage of him when he was sleeping. Whenever this happened, he would be thankful that he had a headache and could not sleep, so they would not succeed.
Over time, once someone approaches, the body will instinctively trigger the defense mechanism.
But at the same time, he also realized that when facing Jiang Jiang yesterday, his body was more honest than his consciousness.
“…”
He suppressed his instinct, retracted the dagger, and threw it on the table. "Continue."
The court doctor looked at his fingers. They were intact, but still retained the coldness of the sword blade.
He wanted to escape, but then he thought of the power and money that were within his reach. Since a mere woman like Miss Jiang could get close to the emperor yesterday, what should he, a man of seventy, be afraid of?
Sun Jinlu glanced at the emperor's expression and handed him a handkerchief.
Fu Yao pressed the hilt of the sword with his fingertips and said nothing.
The court doctor also understood their intention and said hesitantly, "If it's through the handkerchief, the effect may not be good."
Sun Jinlu: “…” Without the handkerchief, your hands might not be safe, do you understand?
In his heart, he criticized these maidens for not having sexual desire, but at the emperor's signal, he placed the handkerchief on his forehead.
As his vision was shrouded in darkness, Fu Yao found it increasingly impossible to calm down.
His uninjured hand was still tightly clutching the sachet, while his injured left hand was feeling a little itchy as the wound gradually healed and scabbed.
The court doctor saw his clotted wound and was shocked, wondering if the healing speed was too fast.
Thinking that he was indeed the emperor, even his body structure was different from that of ordinary people, he suppressed his anxiety and placed his fingers on his temple.
It only ran for a week.
The whole person was thrown away by a force and fell to the ground.
Although he was not injured due to the thick fur, he was still gasping in fear due to the horror.
"Quarrel."
Fu Yao pulled off the handkerchief and threw it aside casually.
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