"brother?"
Suman's face was calm. "Isn't your father Bantu Khan? Then he is also a prince of Bantu?"
After getting the start, Di Zixiao was no longer so entangled. He followed Su Man's words and said, "No, his mother is a saint, but also... a prostitute."
It turns out that the Bantu people have a long tradition of sacrificial offerings, and the saints are offered as sacrifices to heaven and earth. Saints should be respected, but in reality, they have become playthings of the elders and powerful.
There is even a ridiculous saying that as long as you have intercourse with a saint, you will be blessed.
Gradually, the term "saint" in Bantu became synonymous with prostitute, and Ziyi was conceived when the saint "blessed" the Khan.
Su Man frowned as she heard this, "Then the Khan should take him back and give him a proper title after he finds out."
"That time, not only was Father Khan there, but there were others as well, and she later received other people as well."
“…”
This was too much information and Su Man took a long time to recover.
What this means is that Zi Yi is Khan's, but not completely.
"The Saint Girl was unable to raise him, so she gave him to a passing merchant and took him to Dayong. He didn't return to Bantu until he reached adulthood. When his father Khan saw his appearance and knew he was his own bloodline, he kept him."
Su Man understood.
Zi Yi's background would undoubtedly have led to him being mocked and ostracized in the palace. Di Zixiao, who always held himself in high regard, and who looked so much alike, naturally wouldn't treat his younger brother well.
Hearing this, Su Man had a clue in her heart. She said coldly, "Is it because of this that he wants to kill you?"
"yes."
Di Zixiao's eyes flickered, trying to fool him.
Su Man naturally couldn't let him succeed. She sneered, "You knew his identity but didn't report it. What are your intentions?"
Di Zixiao knew that he couldn't make up for it. If he didn't reveal a little bit, Su Man would not believe him.
He thought for a moment and came up with what he believed to be a flawless story. "Bantu contacted me several times, wanting me to pass on news about Dayong. But since we're already married, I couldn't betray Dayong or you. So I refused, and that's why they sent Ziyi instead."
Hearing this, Su Man smiled playfully. Di Zixiao was quite quick to react as he put the blame on Ziyi so quickly.
She thought so in her heart, but she did not show it on her face. Instead, she pretended to be deeply moved. She bent down and helped Di Zixiao up, "Aijun, you have suffered."
Seeing that there was hope of regaining favor, Di Zixiao didn't care about anything else. He grabbed Su Man's arm and said, "Your Majesty, Zixiao knows that I was too arrogant in the past and angered Your Majesty. It was Zixiao's fault."
"No, it was because I easily believed others that you suffered so much. Don't worry, I won't let you suffer anymore in the future."
When Su Man said this, there was infinite tenderness in her tone.
Seeing that she believed him so easily, Di Zixiao felt a strange sense of guilt in his heart.
In the past, he would never have felt this way. But now, he was being treated like a pawn and abandoned by the people he had always trusted.
The one who never left him was Su Man, who took him the least seriously.
This suddenly made him feel strange, and he believed that Su Man had let him fend for himself because of Zi Yi's sweet words.
Just then, Wu Xia came in with the imperial physician.
After a thorough diagnosis by the imperial physician, Di Zixiao's persistent fever was due to inflammation caused by suppuration from his wound. Furthermore, his daily diet was either rotten or spoiled, causing damage to his intestines. If this continued, his life would be in danger.
Upon hearing this, Su Man immediately erupted in anger, "How dare you! Di Shijun still holds a high position, who dares to neglect him like this!"
The palace maids knelt on the ground and no one dared to speak.
"All palace servants in Yan Gui Palace will be punished with caning. The head steward of the imperial kitchen will be dismissed immediately."
Su Man was so angry that he risked his life for the beauty he loved. For a moment, everyone thought that Di Zixiao had really regained his favor.
Not only that, Su Man spent the entire day in Yangui Palace, buying all the things that Di Zixiao needed these days, and even fed Di Zixiao medicine with her own hands.
"Come on, it's not hot anymore, have a sip."
Su Man raised the spoon and brought it to Di Zixiao's lips.
Di Zixiao leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes filled with incomprehensible emotions. After a while, he opened his lips and drank the medicine in the spoon.
As Su Man fed him, she kept muttering, "This medicine is bitter, but the imperial physician said it's the most effective. Drink it for now. When you feel better, I'll ask him to change the medicine for you to take orally."
Perhaps because of the fever, Di Zixiao's eyes were sore and swollen.
Many details that he had never paid attention to before appeared before his eyes one by one.
Although Di Man was the Queen of Dayong, she was extremely considerate towards him. Even if he angered her, she couldn't bear to be truly angry with him. Even if she was angry, she would soon lower herself to ask him to look at her.
Di Zixiao let out a long breath and asked a question he would never have asked before, "Why are you so nice to me?"
...
When he said this, Su Man had just finished feeding him the last mouthful. She handed the medicine bowl to Wu Xia and covered him with the quilt.
"Because, you are Di Zixiao."
“…”
Di Zixiao's Adam's apple moved, but he couldn't say anything else.
Seeing him like this, Su Man knew that her goal had been achieved.
No one cares about adding icing on the cake, but helping in times of need shows deep friendship.
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