This was the first time Xu Zang had served someone.
Although he was not favored in the past, his status was still there. Those unruly servants bullied him, but they dared not ask him, a dignified prince, to do what a servant should do.
But now he willingly massages his senior brother's legs with his own noble hands that used to review memorials.
The pungent-smelling herbs have been removed.
Yi Mu's legs are much thinner than those of an average man. He has been in a wheelchair for many years, and his calves have severely atrophied, with almost no flesh on them, making them look somewhat deformed.
However, Xu Zang didn't think anything of it. Yi Mu lived in the mountains all year round and didn't go out much, so his skin was always quite pale and lacked color.
Now, the steaming, warm herbs were forcing out blood and qi, giving it a vibrant color. Xu Zang pressed on those areas, involuntarily increasing the intensity of his movements.
After half a month of treatment by Yang San, Yi Mu was able to feel pain in his leg again.
Xu Zang pressed so hard that it actually hurt a little, but Yi Mu endured it without saying a word.
Yang San was right about one thing: Yi Mu's personality is rather conventional, which is a result of the strict family traditions he developed when he was young.
Xu Zang used to be his junior brother, but now he is the emperor, above all others. A ruler commands the submission of his subjects.
So no matter how much pain he was in, he wouldn't utter a sound.
For Xu Zang, Yi Mu was like a father and brother. When Xu Zang came up the mountain, thin and frail, it was Yi Mu who took care of him, not only pulling him back from the brink of death but also giving him warmth.
In Xu Zang's heart, of all the people in the world, apart from his deceased mother, Yi Mu was the most important.
He dared not easily reveal his emotions, afraid of frightening Yi Mu, so he hid in a place where he could not find himself.
Xu Zang knew that Yi Mu had this ability, so he dared not act rashly.
He pressed Yimu's legs until they turned a rosy color before stopping.
Yi Mu remained silent until he removed his hand, at which point he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Xu Zang belatedly realized that Yi Mu's face was covered in sweat.
It was already late autumn, and it shouldn't have been due to the heat. Looking at Yimu's legs, fingerprints had already appeared.
Xu Zang wanted to slap himself twice. He wiped the sweat from Yi Mu's face with his hand. "Mu Mu, why didn't you tell me you were in pain?"
Yi Mu shook his head. "It's nothing, I'm not in pain. I'm busy with state affairs, and the young ladies-in-waiting are about to be sent to the harem. So don't come here so often."
Upon hearing this, Xu Zang's eyes widened. "You're kicking me out?"
Yi Mu laughed at him, saying he was still like a child. "The world is yours, how could I drive you away? It's just that your status has changed now, you should be worrying about important matters, not wasting your time on me."
Xu Zanglue said somewhat excitedly, "How could it be a waste of time here with you!"
Even though every second was precious, he wished he could ask Yi Mu to live with him and sleep in the same bed.
However, he is still inexperienced and can only suppress his restless thoughts.
Yi Mu didn't know what he was thinking. Putting that aside, there were a lot of rumors circulating in the palace lately, all about Xu Zang and him.
He hadn't taken it to heart before, but ever since Xu Zang rejected Li Wenlan on the Mid-Autumn Festival, people in the palace seemed to have come to believe that the emperor was gay and had a crush on his fellow disciple.
Yi Mu disliked men and always treated Xu Zang as a younger brother.
He has a clear conscience, but rumors and gossip can hurt people invisibly.
Yi Mu subtly reminded Xu Zang that the succession of the imperial heir was of paramount importance.
He's not young anymore; he should be able to grasp this concept by now.
Xu Zang had already noticed that Yi Mu's attitude was somewhat distant.
A violent emotion surged within him, not towards Yimu, but towards those gossiping tongues.
If the thousands of palace servants knew a secret, it would spread to everyone in just a quarter of an hour.
But what if all these people are mute?
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