How can I bring Wei Shuang into my harem?
Falling from the horse, fear, suffocation.
The black horse flung the two of them off together, its hooves kicking up dust that made it hard to breathe. The immense force tore up the turf, revealing jagged rocks underneath, which chafed their backs painfully. Only Wei Shuang, who was protecting him, felt a burning warmth and security in her arms, but everywhere she looked, there was a bloody mess.
"Wei Shuang!" Xiao Yu woke up with a start, her eyes unfocused, and sat on the bed panting heavily.
"Your Majesty! You're finally awake! You scared this old servant to death!" Instead of seeing Wei Shuang, Feng Shun rushed over, covering his face and hugging Xiao Yu through the blankets, sobbing.
"Where is Wei Shuang?" Xiao Yu's head was throbbing with pain, he was dizzy and his neck was slightly numb. He looked around and could only see Feng Shun and Physician Li in the tent.
"I am fine," Wei Shuang's voice rang out from outside the tent, deep and hoarse, yet exceptionally pleasant to the ear.
Xiao Yu threw off the covers and immediately tried to get out of bed, but Feng Shun grabbed her around the waist and held her tightly.
Xiao Yu then realized that she didn't even have the strength to break free from Feng Shun.
How could this be...
"Your Majesty, you were too frightened, and your old illness has relapsed. Although the fever has temporarily subsided after you were given the medicine, it would be best to return to the palace immediately." Imperial Physician Li stood by, his face full of solemnity.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yu touched his forehead and looked closely. He found that the bundles and packages in the room had been almost packed. He figured that if he had slept for another two hours, he would have woken up to find himself in the bright yellow dragon tent of the Yangxin Hall.
It's obvious who has the authority to make decisions and give orders when one is unconscious.
Wei Shuang is alright, that's great.
"Then let's go back." Xiao Yu raised his eyes, looked at Imperial Physician Li, and hesitated, "Did I...act rudely just now?"
Physician Li had been taking care of Xiao Yu's health. The old ailment he mentioned was not the cold illness that had accompanied Xiao Yu for many years, but rather hysteria caused by damage to the heart meridian due to excessive grief. This illness was most severe when Xiao Yu was nine years old. Later, Feng Shun and Granny accompanied Xiao Yu to move outside the palace. In the bustling alley, Xiao Yu's illness gradually improved and has not recurred for many years.
"This..." Physician Li looked at Feng Shun with difficulty.
Having no other choice, Feng Shun could only take over the conversation and downplay the issue: "...It's nothing. When we first found you, you weren't quite lucid. You weren't injured even though the Regent was holding you, but you wouldn't let anyone get close. It took Physician Li a lot of effort to put the prince's dislocated arm back in place."
Xiao Yu's face flushed red instantly.
Feng Shun's ambiguous and euphemistic words sounded blatant to Xiao Yu. It was one thing for him to be clinging to Wei Shuang's arms, but he wouldn't allow anyone else to get close.
What was the purpose of this...? Xiao Yu uncontrollably recalled the mottled aroma of wine mixed with the fishy, bitter, muddy grass, and as he thought about it, he heard his own heart pounding faster.
Xiao Yu: "..."
We're doomed.
Falling for Gan Jun is not just a trivial matter of being scolded by the Grand Tutor, especially since Wei Shuang is... the regent appointed by the late emperor, and his nominal imperial uncle.
How can he bring Wei Shuang into his harem?
so.
"Why isn't Wei Shuang coming in?" Xiao Yu blinked at Feng Shun.
"Your Majesty, there's not enough room for so many people in the tent..." Feng Shun awkwardly touched his face.
Similarly, not so many people could fit into a single carriage, but Xiao Yu wanted to ride with Wei Shuang.
Xiao Yu was completely weak. Feng Shun helped her up, but she almost fell on top of him. The two of them walked a few steps unsteadily. Wei Shuang couldn't bear to see this, so she put her arm around Xiao Yu and picked her up.
Wei Shuang was not wearing the riding clothes he had worn that morning. He had changed into a loose, light blue robe that draped over his body. The surrounding atmosphere was thicker with the smell of alcohol, mixed with a faint stench of blood.
"You're injured." Xiao Yu frowned.
Wei Shuang paused for a moment: "It's just a scratch, a couple of days of applying medicine will do the trick."
"Come here, let me see you." Xiao Yu leaned back in the carriage, staring intently at Wei Shuang, who was sitting on the other side of the carriage.
Compared to the strong scent of incense, the smell of blood was indeed not strong. But if it was just a scratch, why would such a heavy scent be needed to cover it up?
"Let me see," Xiao Yu insisted.
Wei Shuang had no choice but to lean over and unbutton her empty outer robe.
There was no bloody, mangled scene like in the dream; the first thing that caught her eye was a bandage, slightly stained with blood, neatly wrapped around Wei Shuang's back.
Xiao Yu stretched out his hand, hovering above the bloodstain, and hesitated to bring it down.
"I heard from the imperial physician that your arm is dislocated."
Wei Shuang's back was ramrod straight as he calmly replied, "It's a minor injury. The situation was critical at the time, and Your Majesty's safety was of utmost importance. I could have taken it back myself."
"These are all minor injuries. Does it have to be that I'm bedridden to be considered serious?" Xiao Yu withdrew his hand unhappily. "You're just trying to make me feel guilty."
Feeling guilty, Xiao Yu shifted her gaze elsewhere.
Wei Shuang's body was covered in firm, well-distributed muscles, and the bandages that stretched up from her waist added an indescribable depth to her already pleasing appearance.
And... a row of messy teeth marks on his arm.
Xiao Yu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, her eyes darting around, unable to keep up with the sights.
wrong!
Xiao Yu's mind went blank.
He turned his gaze back to the teeth marks on Wei Shuang's arm.
The mark was fresh, with a thin scab just forming.
The instigator is immediately obvious.
"Did I bite him?" Xiao Yu coughed lightly, clenched his fist to cover his mouth and nose, and looked out the window with a shifty gaze.
Upon hearing this, Wei Shuang stiffly rolled up her outer robe and sat back down at the other end of the carriage, silently tying her sash.
Wei Shuang remained silent, but Xiao Yu had already discerned the answer from the tangy aroma of alcohol filling the carriage.
“I have never bitten anyone before.” Xiao Yu tried hard to recall, but he couldn’t remember having a habit of biting people randomly. He moved closer to Wei Shuang, getting closer to the source of the wine aroma. “But what’s done is done. I won’t deny it. I was not thinking clearly at the time. If Wei Shuang really cares, she can bite back.”
The fragrance of osmanthus wafted over from Xiao Yu, making Wei Shuang's teeth itch. He turned his head, his dark eyes fixed intently on the back of Xiao Yu's neck.
Xiao Yu felt a slight chill run down his spine under Wei Shuang's gaze. He stretched out a section of his pale forearm toward Wei Shuang's mouth, frowned, and said in a bitter tone, "Bite it."
Wei Shuang: "..."
“I don’t bite people randomly.” Wei Shuang looked away, still feeling lingering fear at the wound branded on Xiao Yu’s neck.
The memories of being out of control are still vivid in Wei Shuang's mind, and she clearly remembers how she felt at the time.
He wanted to possess Xiao Yu completely.
So he bit Xiao Yu's nape and injected the incense into Xiao Yu's still-undifferentiated body in an attempt to mark her.
Wei Shuang was the first to regain consciousness from the osmanthus fragrance, but her glands couldn't completely suppress the scent of alcohol. Xiao Yu's condition was even worse; she was burning up, disoriented, and biting Wei Shuang's arm tightly.
When Feng Shun pulled Doctor Li over, Wei Shuang was holding her breath as she removed Xiao Yu's fangs from her arm.
"Then let this matter rest. Uncle, you must not use this incident to hold a grudge against me in the future." Xiao Yu happily lowered his sleeves, forcibly placing Wei Shuang in the position of an elder.
"Can Your Majesty smell the fragrance of osmanthus?" Wei Shuang asked absentmindedly.
"It's late spring now, where would osmanthus come from?" Xiao Yu lowered the carriage curtain. "Don't get delirious like me."
Wei Shuang suddenly realized what was happening. He stood in front of the carriage curtain and forcibly pushed Xiao Yu into the corner.
"Your Majesty has been negligent and has been exposed to the cold."
Xiao Yu: "...?"
Give me back the scenery!
Xiao Yu was unwell, so the carriage traveled at breakneck speed, without daring to delay for even a moment. Even Xiao Yu's beloved little mountain prince was placed next to Feng Shun.
In times of crisis, obstacles inevitably arise.
From the last grove of trees outside the city, a burly man suddenly appeared and nimbly kicked the coachman of the emperor's carriage off his horse.
"You scoundrel! Give me back my mother's life!!!"
The burly man, dagger in hand, lifted the carriage curtain and stabbed inside.
A note from the author:
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[It's melting] No, it's that time of year when southerners' hands get cold!
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