It's all because Zejin doesn't take good care of his body.
While he was completely focused on his work, he didn't notice that an outsider had broken into the tent.
"king?"
Someone asked.
Qian Yuan was stunned for a moment, and wanted to turn around to see who it was, but Ze Jin pressed his head down, preventing him from turning his face.
The newcomer saw their posture and immediately misunderstood. Even if the person didn't see what Qian Yuan looked like, they could tell from her beautiful white hair like silk, her waist that was faintly visible through her hair, and her fair and pinkish ankles that she was definitely an extremely beautiful woman.
Wang Zhen is truly enjoying a life of luxury.
For some reason, that person felt a pang of jealousy.
Zejin looked up, and his cold gaze swept over him, instantly bringing him to his senses.
Zekin: "Get out."
His intentions were exposed, and he hurriedly scrambled away.
Zejin lowered his head and met Qianyuan's gaze as she knelt at his feet.
Qianyuan blinked.
Zejin sighed.
He tried to pull Qianyuan up, but the little guy got excited and said, "Wait a minute, let me bandage your wound first, and wrap it a couple more times so it won't come loose."
Zekin: "But you don't need to wrap me up like a mummy. You want me to see my people like this, unable to move at all?"
Qianyuan: "Okay."
He reluctantly untied two strips of cloth from Zekin's head and then tied a row of crooked bows for him.
Zekin, finally able to breathe: ...
Sometimes I doubt my own judgment.
But when Qianyuan said, "I don't want you to get hurt again," Zejin felt that he could love a little more.
"Alright, stop kneeling and hurting your knees."
Qianyuan was scooped up by Zejin and pulled into his arms. Zejin lifted the thin hem of his clothes and rubbed his reddened knees.
Although they were in a tent, Zejin followed the example of the Great Yu Palace, burning a bright charcoal fire and making the enclosed space very warm. The little guy was still wearing the thin clothes he had been wearing when he was kidnapped, but he didn't feel cold.
Even the way Lian Zejin rubbed his knees was so similar to that of Emperor Chongle, as if he had observed it carefully for a moment before.
Not only did they learn the techniques, but they also memorized Chiyori's adorable expressions and reactions.
But Qianyuan couldn't stand Zejin's body temperature, which was almost scalding him, and he was also afraid of the feeling of that big hand holding him firmly in its palm.
"Be gentle..."
"Didn't Emperor Chongle massage your knees like this too? My delicate little prince, how come you can't even endure this little bit of hardship?"
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