Chapter 34 Confrontation: Your Majesty, do you want to hear the truth?
Shu Yao scoffed, "The Imperial Medical Bureau is too busy to even bother with me..." She glanced out the window, her eyelids raised nonchalantly, "Your Majesty is so busy with affairs of state... naturally, he can't even take care of me."
After saying that, she inserted her fingers into the fur on the big orange's back and carefully felt the skin and flesh.
The tentacles are warm and soft, with no obvious lumps.
It seems that the injury is not serious.
I feel a little relieved.
He took the opportunity to stroke Daju's warm head.
Since I can't get a doctor, I might as well apply hot compress to disperse the blood stasis.
If you have a salt block that you fry, wrap it in a piece of fine cotton cloth, and apply it on your face, it will have the best effect in dispersing blood stasis.
As soon as the thought flashed through her mind, she shook her head secretly.
If she asked Yunxiu for salt, she would definitely refuse by using the salt and iron laws, and she might even persuade her to submit to Xiao Chengjing.
Thinking of this, she looked up at Yunxiu, and a slight curve appeared at the corner of her lips: "Please go to the imperial kitchen to get me a bag of freshly fried red beans. They should be still hot and wrapped tightly with fine cotton cloth." She was smiling, but her voice was full of unyielding force.
Yunxiu leaned forward slightly, a look of trepidation on her face. "Your Majesty... the Imperial Kitchen is very strict, and my influence is insignificant. I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to withdraw funds for a while." Her voice trailed off, and she quickly glanced at Shu Yao. Catching a glimpse of calm, she took a deep breath and continued, "If... if His Majesty could be informed and give a word, the subordinates would naturally handle it quickly and properly."
Shu Yao was speechless.
What's going on in this little girl's head?
Why do you always think about skipping levels to report...
"Forget it." Shu Yao stood up, her eyes swept across the hall, and finally landed on a small pot.
"It's not so hard to get even hot water, is it?" She glanced at Yunxiu, her voice soft, but she pronounced the word "hot water" very clearly, "Get me a pot of hot water."
Yunxiu replied yes and walked away with her head down.
I thought that it was not a long-term solution for the master to avoid His Majesty like this.
He took advantage of the time to fetch water to report to his superiors what had happened that day.
The news reached Cui Jinzhong very quickly.
After hearing this, Cui Jinzhong couldn't help but shake his head secretly.
The emperor and his concubine, one was unwilling to yield, and the other was unwilling to accept.
It was quite difficult for him to be caught in the middle.
"Your Majesty, today someone reported that a few ignorant palace maids were idle and gossiping by the Taiye Lake, discussing the Consort Shu and saying some unpleasant things." Cui Jinzhong bowed at the bottom of the steps. Before he finished speaking, he paused deliberately, his eyes stealthily glancing upwards. Seeing that the person holding the pen on the throne had not changed his posture, he carefully continued the rest of the sentence, "I have already ordered those ignorant people to be sent to the palace as punishment."
Xiao Chengjing lowered his eyes, and the hand holding the pen tightened almost imperceptibly for a moment.
The tip of the pen hovered over the memorial for a moment, then finally fell down.
"It's useless to keep people who gossip about you." He said in a flat tone, as if he was dealing with a trivial matter.
Cui Jinzhong felt a chill in his heart.
The calmer Your Majesty remains, the more worried he is in his heart.
He immediately bowed and replied, "I obey your order."
The hall suddenly fell silent.
Only the faint scent of incense lingers in this eerie silence.
Xiao Chengjing stroked the edge of the memorial, leaving several fine creases on the rice paper.
After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice a little lower than usual: "How is she... these days?"
Upon hearing this, Cui Jinzhong bowed even lower. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty is in good health and living as usual." His throat moved slightly as he continued cautiously, "However... I heard that Your Majesty's cat seemed to be a little unwell. The Imperial Medical Bureau was overwhelmed with work and was unable to send someone in time. Your Majesty was kind enough not to blame me, and she herself... devised a simple solution, which has now been resolved."
There was a crisp sound.
Xiao Chengjing slammed the red pen on the imperial desk.
"Deal with it yourself?" He suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze piercing Cui Jinzhong, his voice cold, "What simple method? Didn't I already order that all supplies must be met?!"
"Your Majesty..." Cui Jinzhong spoke very slowly, as if he was considering every detail. "Your Majesty only ordered someone to bring a pot of ordinary hot water and wrap the pot with fine cloth..."
Hearing Cui Jinzhong's reply, Xiao Chengjing knocked on the table twice impatiently, and suddenly stood up before Cui Jinzhong finished speaking.
"Enough." Xiao Chengjing's voice was cold. He flicked his sleeves as he walked past Cui Jinzhong who was bowing and whispering, and strode out of the hall.
When Xiao Chengjing stepped into the hall, Shu Yao was kneeling on a cushion with her back to the hall door.
Staring intently at Daju, she wrapped the porcelain pot filled with hot water with layers of fine cotton cloth and gently pressed it on Daju's back.
Every once in a while, she would pick up the kettle and rub it on Daju's taut skin.
"My dear..." Her voice was as low as a whisper: "Just bear with it...it will be fine once the blood clots disperse..."
Gentleness and patience, like the first melting of spring snow.
A thought suddenly popped into Xiao Chengjing's mind, making him stunned for a moment.
If she was willing to use such tenderness and call him "A Jing" softly, what would the scene be like...
He didn't dare to think too deeply.
Just thinking about it makes my heart burn.
Suddenly, she recalled that day in Ci'en Temple, when she had squatted like this and softly said to him, who looked so miserable, "Don't be afraid... You don't have the plague... Eat these and you'll be fine..."
He became more and more confused. Why did she show her pity when he was in such a miserable state? But now he gave her everything, but she refused to accept it?
Yunxiu coughed lightly at the right time.
Shu Yao paused slightly, then put the kettle in her hand aside and stood up to salute calmly.
Xiao Chengjing glanced across the hall and raised his hand slightly.
The palace maids standing by immediately retreated quietly.
"You are... so unwilling to speak to me?" He looked down at her, but made people feel that he was the humble one.
Without waiting for her to answer, he spoke again: "In your heart, am I... so unbearable?" It sounded like he was questioning, but also like he was begging.
He just stared at him, as if gazing into a pool of deep water, with a kind of throbbing feeling that made people indulge in it.
Shu Yao had to admit that this man had a fatal attraction.
It is the power to control life and death, to change the weather, it is the carefully woven and misleading restraint, and it is also the paranoia that cannot be refuted or denied.
When his deep eyes only reflect you, it seems as if you are the only one in the world who is worthy of his all.
Such concentration is enough to make any caged bird mistakenly believe that it is a one-of-a-kind love, and willingly indulge in it until it suffocates.
Shu Yao smiled lightly, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the dark patterns on her cuffs.
Then I realized it was ridiculous and looked away, no longer looking into his eyes.
"Your Majesty, do you want to hear the truth?" The corners of her mouth curled up in a smile, revealing clear self-mockery. "Whether it was the library or elsewhere, every time I wasn't asked to beg, I had to." She took a half step back, quietly widening the distance between them. "I don't like that." A smile solidified into a faint sneer on her lips. "But Your Majesty... you seem to enjoy it." Her gaze finally shifted back slowly, not directly to meet his, but to the dragon pattern on his robe. "You keep saying you don't look down on me, but what you do..." She paused, and when she spoke again, her voice was filled with a shaky calm, "How is it any different from treating me like a toy?"
"I ask you to beg, not to humiliate you!" His voice was so suppressed that every word seemed to be crushed out from deep in his chest.
He took a step closer, forcing her to see the darkness in his eyes that could burn everything. "I want you to look at me! Rely on me!"
"Your Majesty said to rely on..." Her voice was very soft, and the curve of her lips made it hard to tell whether it was a bitter smile or a mockery. "Didn't I come here alone for fifteen years in the hostage house?" She shook her head gently, and the bitter smile reached the bottom of her eyes. "Your Majesty, tell me, is it me who doesn't understand... or you who doesn't understand?"
"Don't understand? It's me who doesn't understand!" He practically growled, "I've given you protection, allowed you to be my concubine, and even tolerated your willfulness and unbridled behavior! Tell me, what plaything could possibly deserve all this?!"
After listening to his almost crazy confession.
Her shoulders slumped slightly, as if all her strength had been drained away.
The vigilance that I had been maintaining turned into an intense weariness at this moment.
She didn't look at him, her gaze vacantly falling on the flickering candlelight in the hall: "Your Majesty..." She paused, as if even organizing her words had become an effort, "Why do you insist on making me rely on Your Majesty?"
All his arguments collapsed before her light-hearted question of why.
An unprecedented chill rushed up and instantly gripped his internal organs.
He was afraid to see her eyes that didn't even bother to hate.
Reason suddenly collapsed.
He didn't care about much, he stretched out his hands and hugged her in his arms,
It seemed as if he wanted to crush her.
Then, he lowered his head foolishly and bit her lips, trying to confirm her existence in the most primitive way.
She froze for a moment, but didn't struggle at all.
When he gasped and stepped back a little, a determination that was almost provocative flashed in her eyes.
Then she did something that almost froze his blood.
She raised her hands to wrap around his neck and pressed his lips to hers.
There was no tenderness in the kiss, it was like a bloody bite, more like a one-sided conquest.
At the same time, the other hand reached out to his waist accurately, and with slightly trembling fingers, she began to untie his complicated belt hook with extraordinary persistence.
His breath caught and he suddenly grabbed her wrist just as she was about to succeed.
He stepped back a little, his eyes filled with shock, ecstasy, and even deeper panic.
His voice was hoarse: "You...you really want to?"
She didn't answer.
She just stared back at him intently, as if to say: Isn't this what Your Majesty wants?
Then she gave the answer with her actions.
Silent, yet deafening.
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