Chapter 111 The Sickly and Tyrannical Crown Prince 9
The Crown Prince of the Celestial Empire, pampered and spoiled, was so weak that even his toes were incredibly soft.
She rubbed against the man's burning neck, and soon her toes turned pink from the warmth.
Xie Rong slightly raised her toes and lifted the man's chin, "I'll let you speak."
Lu Yuanju ground his teeth and then laughed.
“I thank you,” he said the three words extremely slowly.
"Is the wound on your back healed?" Xie Rong feigned concern, completely forgetting that the man's back wound was a gift from him.
Lu Yuanju said, "That's it."
Why are you in such a hurry to ask him if his injury has healed? Are you so eager to continue flirting with him?
"Oh," Xie Rong kicked him, "Alright, then get back to work."
Lu Yuanju glanced at the bed behind him.
With no one to warm his bed, how can this sickly prince sleep?
But what does this have to do with him?
Lu Yuanju turned and left the bedroom.
When he returned to the low house, it was already midnight. The other prisoners of war from the northern frontier were still awake and gathered around him when they saw him return.
"Brother Lu, what's that on your neck?"
"How dare this little prince humiliate you like this!"
Lu Yuanju said calmly, "I can withstand mere flesh wounds."
Everyone had their own anger and dissatisfaction, but the hatred in their eyes was the same.
"Let's go to bed, we still have work to do tomorrow," Lu Yuanju turned around and went to the small cubicle outside to take a cold shower. Before leaving, he looked down at his reflection in the basin.
Lu Yuanju slowly raised his hand and touched the tattoo on his neck, his eyes hardening.
The humiliation of today will be repaid a hundredfold in the future.
He went back to his room and had just closed his eyes when he suddenly heard the door being gently pushed open.
Lu Yuanju opened his eyes alertly, listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer to him in the darkness.
The Crown Prince's Palace has just dealt with a group of unruly palace servants. Who would dare to disregard palace rules and run away at this critical juncture?
Of course, only Xie Rong, the crown prince, could fit the bill.
They're so desperate for men.
Lu Yuanju closed his eyes, held his breath, and waited for the figure to get close before suddenly lunging at him.
"Woof!"
Lu Yuanju raised his hand to block the fangs that were bared at him, and looked up to meet a pair of extremely fierce dog eyes.
It's a westerly wind.
It clearly still harbored resentment towards the man who had stolen its embroidered ball during the day, and had sneaked out tonight to seek revenge on this hateful male.
Lu Yuanju squinted and began to fight it with his bare hands.
There are many dogs in the northern region, so he has a deep understanding of dog behavior.
This beast clearly mistook him for another male dog competing for a female.
What a beast! Does he really think he's superior to everyone else?
Lu Yuanju was born with strong arms and a slender waist, and his strength was astonishing. He grabbed the mastiff by the scruff of its neck, flipped the beast over, and kicked it.
The mastiff whimpered and fell to the bottom of the bed, rolled over, growled twice, and then charged at him again.
The low house was located in the most remote northwest corner of the East Palace, so it shouldn't have caused too much of a commotion.
The man and the dog fought to the death. Lu Yuanju saw that the beast was quite intelligent and deliberately showed off the tattoo on the side of its neck, even raising an eyebrow at it.
As expected, the west wind grew even angrier, roared, and charged straight at him.
But just then, the door to the low house was kicked open again.
"What's all this commotion?!" Eunuch Gao shouted.
The man and the dog stopped and turned to look.
Eight eunuchs carried a sedan chair outside the door. Xie Rong sat inside, her hair uncombed. She lifted the curtain, and in the hazy night, her face was as beautiful and soft as the moonlight.
The mastiff wagged its tail excitedly and rushed over, circling the sedan chair.
"Instead of warming my bed, you came here and got all dusty," Xie Rong thought. He had planned to wash the dog's belly clean today to warm his bed, but when he woke up in the middle of the night, the dog's belly that was originally warm under his feet was gone.
Xie Rong was afraid of the cold and couldn't sleep because he was upset, so he had to go out to look for the dog.
As a result, the dog he had given a fragrant bath turned into a smelly dog.
“Disobedient beast,” he said coldly, “Don’t feed it meat tomorrow. Put it in its cage and lock it up.”
Xifeng was pulled by several guards by chains and locked in the iron cage that had been brought over.
Xie Rong lowered the sedan curtain, coughed twice, and was too weak to speak.
"Your Highness, what should we do with Ah Chou?" Eunuch Gao stood outside the sedan chair, but received no response from the person inside.
She boldly lifted the sedan curtain, only to meet Xie Rong's icy gaze.
Grandpa Gao knelt down on the ground with a thud.
"What, did you think I was dead inside?" Xie Rong suddenly asked him with a smile.
"This servant wouldn't dare; this servant is just worried."
“There are plenty of people in this palace who would love for me to die,” Xie Rong said in a low voice, meeting Lu Yuanju’s dark eyes. “I will not do as they wish.”
Lu Yuanju's tattoo on the side of his neck started to itch again, causing him seven parts pain and three parts itching.
He licked his lips, looking at Xie Rong with an ambiguous expression.
Xie Rong glared at him, then lowered the sedan curtain. "Back to the palace."
The following night, Xie Rong looked at the mastiff that the guards had led in; it was still filthy.
Lu Yuanju, who was bathing the mastiff, was implicated and summoned as well.
“Your Highness, I bathe it every day because it’s so noisy,” Lu Yuanju said.
"Then wash it a few more times," Xie Rong said without even lifting his eyelids.
Lu Yuanju approached, and Xie Rong glanced at him impatiently, "What are you doing?"
“A beast’s playfulness can never be cleaned up,” Lu Yuanju said, looking at him.
"You mean, you're very clean?" Xie Rong looked him up and down critically.
He had to admit that the night the man warmed his bed was indeed the warmest night he had ever slept.
But ever since that lowly servant Lu Yuanju dared to use so much force to make him cry, Xie Rong was furious and drove him out of the bedchamber, never letting him serve him again.
"Since you've willingly lowered yourself to be my bed warmer, I'll grant your wish." Xie Rong was surprised by the man's initiative.
But he didn't care about the ulterior motives behind it; it was just that he wanted to get close to him with ill intentions.
So Xie Rong simply kept him by his side every day, letting Ah Chou do all the work. The palace servants who served Ah Chou in the East Palace became idle and looked at Ah Chou with some strange eyes.
Lu Yuanju pretended not to notice.
If we want to stir up trouble in the internal affairs of the Celestial Empire, we can only find out a thing or two through this young prince.
Even if it meant enduring humiliation and losing her innocence, she would gladly serve as a bed warmer for this young prince.
In the days that followed, Lu Yuanju witnessed firsthand just how arrogant and domineering this crown prince was.
One minute she'd complain that the tea he brewed was too hot, the next she'd complain that the tea he brewed was too cold;
During a meal, a palace servant accidentally opened the door to the sleeping quarters and was dragged out and given twenty strokes of the cane.
When the imperial physician came to take his pulse at night, he hurt him during acupuncture, and then the physician grabbed the crown prince's golden seal and smashed it on his head.
If he still wasn't satisfied, he would vent all his remaining anger on Lu Yuanju.
Fortunately, Xie Rong was in poor health. After cursing and cracking the whip a few times, he became weak and began to pant. He was helped by the palace servants to lean against the couch, his eyelids red as if he had wept blood, and the tip of his finger pointing at him was still trembling.
"Your Highness, you have to attend the morning court tomorrow, so you should rest early," the head maid said gently.
Now that Xie Rong is able to walk, and as the crown prince, he is also eighteen years old, it is natural that he should enter the court to share the burden of the country.
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