Chapter 118 Demands to Die Together
The bitter taste exploded in my mouth.
This tastes much worse than the medicinal cuisine or the bitter porridge that Zhao Liangxu personally added ingredients to.
Even when Zhao Liangxu personally fed Anhe the medicine, Anhe's face still turned dark.
Seeing that Zhao Liangxu still wanted to make him drink spoonful after spoonful, An He took a deep breath and then sighed heavily.
He took the bowl of medicine directly and drank it down in one gulp.
Anhe put down the medicine bowl, her lips, still stained with medicine, pursed and turned down.
Zhao Liangxu was surprised for a moment and asked, "Eunuch An doesn't like sweets, but he also dislikes the taste of bitter medicine so much?"
She shook her head and said, "Eunuch An's mouth is quite precious."
Zhao Liangxu was just joking, and didn't mean anything by it.
She took her own bowl, glanced at the soup a few times, sighed, closed her eyes, and drank it.
"It's all Eunuch An's fault. Drinking medicine was originally an easy thing for me, but now that I've met Eunuch An, it's like doing something heroic."
Anhe raised her eyebrows: "You said we're sick, yet you're blaming us."
Anhe's pointless bickering with Zhao Liangxu actually made him more energetic.
He was still feeling weak and groggy when he woke up, and was almost falling asleep again. But after being teased by Zhao Liangxu, he became even more awake.
Anhe felt pain when he got up, as it aggravated his wound. So he went along with Zhao Liangxu's wishes and stayed in bed. However, resting like this wasn't enough for him. Anhe said, "Why are you so far from home? Come over here."
Zhao Liangxu's own bowl of medicine was on the table. After she finished drinking it, she remained standing next to the table without moving much.
Zhao Liangxu swallowed the bitter taste in her mouth, looked at An He, and said in a somewhat ambiguous tone, "Okay."
She sat back down next to Anhe, unusually silent.
An He was unaware of Zhao Liangxu's emotions, but felt a sense of reassurance after Zhao Liangxu sat back down next to him.
After the banter and teasing stopped, Anhe's first question was, "Did they take good care of your wounds?"
Those clueless people, even though there were many people guarding her, didn't notice that Zhao Liangxu was also injured.
Zhao Liangxu chuckled softly, "It's been taken care of. Eunuch An keeps worrying about me." A strange emotion rose in her eyes again. "But Eunuch An, don't forget about the injury on your back. Even if you wake up, you have to be careful these next few days. The wound is quite severe."
Anhe then realized that Zhao Liangxu seemed a little strange.
If you don't think about it too deeply, Zhao Liangxu doesn't seem to have changed much, but if you think about it carefully, Anhe feels that Zhao Liangxu is treating him... as if she has become more demanding.
The word "harsh" doesn't quite fit either, Anhe pondered.
When Zhao Liangxu entered the room just now, she scolded him a few times because he had taken it upon himself to do things, as if she disliked his lack of ambition.
Then she kindly fed him the medicine, so gently it was as if she had put some kind of drug in the bowl, coaxing him into feeding it to him.
Or rather...
An He didn't lie down, but just sat by the bed. He turned his head to look at Zhao Liangxu, only to meet Zhao Liangxu's eyes. Those eyes, which were originally as clear and cold as her name, were staring at him, filled with excitement.
Seeing Anhe looking at her, Zhao Liangxu's eyes still held some doubt.
"What's wrong?"
She seems to have changed a bit, yet she also seems to have remained the same.
Anhe couldn't say it.
Anhe simply asked, "Why are you still so far from our home? Give us your hand."
Zhao Liangxu didn't even hold his hand.
I just watched her quietly.
She also spoke less than usual.
Zhao Liangxu handed her hand to An He, her warm palm enveloping her. Zhao Liangxu suddenly opened her mouth.
Anhe noticed: "What do you want to say?" He even seemed a little nervous.
In fact, Zhao Liangxu's changes were extremely minor, but An He was originally a meticulous person, and he always observed this unique person by his side more carefully.
Coupled with his weakened body, he was constantly plagued by an inexplicable unease and an uncontrollable fear.
Anhe was afraid that she was overthinking things.
Zhao Liangxu moved her lips, her eyes seemingly filled with uncertainty. She looked at An He and whispered, "Eunuch An."
Anhe clenched his fists.
Zhao Liangxu called out again, "Eunuch An."
Zhao Liangxu finally spoke slowly, and Anhe then understood the source of Zhao Liangxu's strangeness.
"I told you before, I used to have a terminal illness."
“I thought that after going through that kind of torture, I would have nothing to be afraid of except dying again.”
Zhao Liangxu blinked slowly and said, "But..."
Zhao Liangxu paused again and fell silent.
Anhe seemed to know what Zhao Liangxu was going to say.
She also became very quiet, unsure of where to begin.
Zhao Liangxu simply blurted out the absurd and domineering words in her heart: "Eunuch An, you are not allowed to die."
"You can never die except to die with me, understand?"
What Zhao Liangxu feared most was enduring the discomfort in her body day after day in a hospital bed, enduring treatments that were devoid of dignity, staring at the white ceiling, and watching the life force in her body slowly slip away like sand in an hourglass until she died.
After traveling through time, the feeling of all life and vibrancy being far away from me disappeared, and that fear was buried deep in my heart, becoming a shadow that I could not perceive unless I touched it.
But after feeling Anhe's faint heartbeat, she realized that it wasn't just the feeling of dying that was terrifying.
After Anhe pushed her away, after the sharp sword pierced flesh with a dull thud, and after Anhe's heartbeat faintly throbbed in her palm, Zhao Liangxu suddenly realized that she too was now afraid of Anhe's death.
She was terrified of losing such a stingy, sensitive, and even obsessive eunuch.
Zhao Liangxu rarely thought about these things. Rather than getting caught up in and confused by such thoughts, she preferred to use her healthy body to see more of the scenery that she had never known or had access to before, and to embrace all the landscapes that were once beyond her grasp.
But after actually experiencing that ordeal on the ship, Zhao Liangxu was forced to confront the deep-seated fear in her heart.
I don't know when it happened, but Anhe has become such an important person.
Zhao Liangxu pondered, but remained puzzled.
Perhaps it was Anhe's indulgence towards her during their time together, or perhaps it was Anhe's countless times of gnashing his teeth in anger towards her, yet he always silently endured it all.
Despite his sensitivity, suspicion, gloom, and paranoia, he was filled with a twisted possessiveness.
But that was exactly what Zhao Liangxu enjoyed and needed.
A eunuch who bowed his head for her.
He had already demonstrated his restraint and self-control in every aspect, and Zhao Liangxu had experienced it all.
How could she possibly ignore it?
Therefore, deep down, Zhao Liangxu had already placed Anhe in a position that could not accommodate another person. She feared her own death, and she also feared Anhe's death.
Zhao Liangxu said firmly, "Eunuch An, you can't die, you know?"
Anhe only heard these few words from Zhao Liangxu.
That's why she was acting strangely today, and why she kept bringing up his injury...
It turned out that Zhao Liangxu didn't want him to die.
Anhe had already sensed it when he got off the ship.
But Zhao Liangxu spoke so domineeringly, as if she were ordering him around.
This made his heart tremble even more.
Anhe once again felt humiliated and distressed, resenting her own identity.
Having grown accustomed to being a servant, he was delighted to hear Zhao Liangxu's forceful and even unreasonable orders.
He was delighted that Zhao Liangxu had such high expectations of him.
I was delighted that she had placed me on an equal footing with her.
"Don't worry, our family won't die."
Anhe even felt that if Zhao Liangxu brought over two more bowls of medicine at this moment, he would be able to drink them without changing his expression.
Zhao Liangxu then smiled as usual, a smile that was uniquely reserved for An He.
"You said it."
*
Anhe rested for a few days, during which Zhang Sheng reported many things to him.
Anhe remained seated on the bed, not forcing herself to move.
"Godfather, the assassin on the lake realized he couldn't escape when the guards arrived, and he bit off his tongue and committed suicide."
Anhe listened expressionlessly.
"As for the secret eunuch, he captured Lu Ming, but Lu Ming only said some things... that were not very related to Zhao Chengxin. He has not yet found out which people in the court were in cahoots with them."
As for matters unrelated to Zhao Chengxin... Zhang Shengsheng suppressed the urge to wipe away his cold sweat.
This was almost entirely revealed by Lu Ming himself.
This is what Lu Ming said.
His words were mostly sarcastic and mocking towards An He, quite similar to the people under Zhao Chengxin who had previously taken it upon themselves to assassinate Li Ying. They were all Zhao Chengxin's men, and after being captured, they were all just as difficult to deal with.
Only then did Zhang Sheng realize that the dramatic and terrifying scene that day was actually a setup orchestrated by someone else for An He.
The godfather had actually fallen into a trap.
But......
My godmother is still better.
Zhang Sheng then realized why An He had been angry for many days, but then suddenly changed her mind and on the day of the lake tour, she almost obeyed Zhao Liangxu in everything.
It seems the two of them had made things clear the night before.
Anhe felt a headache coming on when he heard Lu Ming's name, and immediately ordered, "Then let them keep an eye on Zhao Chengxin's people. We can pretty much guess who Zhao Chengxin is colluding with, so he's pretty much useless now."
Zhang Sheng asked, "Godfather, what do you mean?"
Anhe asked something unrelated: "The assassin who bit off his tongue and committed suicide, can't we find a single clue?"
"There really isn't one..."
Zhao Liangxu listened listlessly from the side, and when An He asked this question, she suddenly remembered the assassin's behavior.
Because the opponent was so familiar with his attacks that he could almost predict which areas the enemy would target and had long since memorized how to block those attacks.
This gave Zhao Liangxu a strong sense of déjà vu. At the time, she could only vaguely sense something strange, but now, upon reflection, she remembered a familiar person.
When Lu Xuan taught him, he also blocked attacks with the same skill.
Lu Xuan is Zhou Feng's man.
This forced her to come up with some ideas.
Zhao Liangxu said, "Do you know what Zhou Feng's soldiers train for? For example, they specifically practice how to accurately attack a person's weaknesses. If there are any other people, check this aspect and also pay attention to whether anyone around Zhou Feng or any of his soldiers has been absent for a few days."
Although there isn't much clear evidence, Zhou Feng has indeed been targeting An He in every way.
What if?
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