Chapter 34 July Flower My Lover is Too Soft-Hearted
Even though he was born with such a unique ability, his blood is bright red like that of ordinary people, but he will not die if he cuts his wrists.
Grote brought him to the manor of the Jean family, a place that was not unfamiliar to him. When he was not yet His Royal Highness the Son of God, but just Ye Yanze, the illegitimate child of the royal court, this was where he lived.
This time, Grote even brought him to this shabby house by the garden to draw blood. The house was drafty on all sides and had only a pitiful oil lamp hanging on the wall.
Nothing has changed here. There is no bed, no table, no chair, only a mess of miscellaneous items piled on one side.
It was not yet night, but Ye Yanze knew that the room would be completely dark at night, and he would only be able to feel a ray of moonlight leaking on his face when he lay on the ground.
"Very good." Groot was already impatient to stay in this shabby and dirty wooden house. He watched him obediently follow his instructions and finish bleeding, and nodded slightly.
"Your Highness, please do not forget who gave you your current life."
Ye Yanze chuckled. The high fever made his face abnormally red, and the massive blood loss made his face and lips turn pale.
"I dare not forget."
His healing skills had no effect on him. Blood slid from his wrist to his fingers and the back of his hand. He wiped it clean skillfully and treated the wound, remaining calm.
"Let's go. I hope you understand my good intentions in bringing you back to the old place."
The blood collection was not over yet, Ye Yanze followed Groot to the room of his only son.
Dana Jean, the only heir to the Jean family, is also the only child left by Grote's deceased wife.
He has been lying in bed half-dead for six years, unable to speak or move. He can only look at others with his eyes open and make two meaningless murmurs at most.
Many doctors and magicians have come to see him, even Eli's head, the best medical officer, Sheila, has come to treat him, but there is no way.
Except...the Son's healing.
Every time Ye Yanze finished healing him, he seemed to be able to move two more fingers and occasionally raise his arms. But that was all. Groot had once pressed Ye Yanze down and almost drained his strength, but it only made his moans louder.
He had to tolerate Ye Yanze performing healing operations on his son regularly and provide blood for the doctors to study and find a way to save his son.
Ye Yanze stood beside the bed, and all the young and handsome male servants in the room withdrew. He slowly raised his hand, and those calm and gentle purple eyes swept across his cheek.
Dana inherited his father's blond hair and deep face, and also has the advantages of the lady hanging on the wall. It's a pity that he can only lie in bed now and needs help from others even to turn over.
His green eyes tightened as much as possible after seeing Ye Yanze, and his neck muscles contracted rapidly, making him unable to make a sound. It was hard to tell what his attitude was, but one could only feel that the Son of God's healing was really effective.
"If nothing had happened to Dana, maybe he would be the one you were engaged to."
Grote was warning him.
Ye Yanze didn't even raise his head, but said calmly: "What are you talking about, Your Excellency? Didn't Your Excellency Luther and I grow up together and have a good relationship?"
Groot sneered twice, as if he heard something very interesting.
"You two illegitimate children, one became the Holy Son, and the other became the head of Hilt's family, which is a good match."
He sat on the sofa at the side, his hands resting relaxedly on the armrests, leaning forward slightly and looking at Ye Yanze.
"Don't let yourself be fooled by the fabricated fig leaf. Do you think you can get rid of your lowly past by hooking up with the head of the Hilt family?"
"You don't expect Luther to really fall in love with you...that guy is not a good person." He clapped his hands and laughed, as if Ye Yanze had performed some stupid and funny drama.
"grown ups."
Suddenly, the butler knocked on the door, walked in quickly, and whispered something to Grote.
Ye Yanze just glanced at them and ignored them. He turned his head and met Dana's green eyes. He didn't know what he had just heard, his lips trembled, and he stared at Ye Yanze with his eyes wide open.
He turned his back to Groot and smiled at him. His light purple eyes were a little blurry due to the high fever, but the fleeting malice was clearly seen by Dina who was lying down.
"Good afternoon, I'm here to pick up my fiancée."
A voice suddenly sounded, and Ye Yanze subconsciously turned his head and saw Luther in a dark blue uniform standing at the door looking at him, his fingers gently stroking the ring on his hand.
The people following him stopped the servants guarding outside, and Luther walked in unhindered and stood beside Ye Yanze.
He glanced at the person on the bed, then reached out and grabbed Ye Yanze's hand that was stretched out to cast a spell. The golden light was gathered between the clasped hands.
His slender fingers tightly clasped Ye Yanze's hand, and then forced his fingers to interlock. His face was still gentle, but there was no emotion in his dark blue eyes. He looked at Groot who was sitting steadily on the side.
"My fiancée hasn't recovered yet. Please forgive me. I'm going to take her back."
Groot glanced at the two people's clasped hands with interest and snorted.
"Luther, it is His Royal Highness the Son's duty to treat the disease. He has no choice but to do it. Besides, I didn't force him."
Luther also smiled, the corners of his eyes drooped slightly, the folds of his double eyelids were smooth and graceful, and he always had a friendly feeling when he smiled, but how could a person who had just cleansed up the Hilt family from top to bottom and killed his own brother to take the throne be a good person?
"Your Excellency is right. My lover is too soft-hearted and always ignores his own body. But as his future husband, I have to think more about him."
As he spoke, he put his arm around his waist, held him in his arms, and carefully put the cloak on Ye Yanze. It was not just any cloak, it had the Hilt family emblem and the red, blue and white ribbon on it.
"Just to remind you, I am now the head of Hilt. Please address me as Your Excellency. After all, we are all working at the Joint Conference. Do you understand?"
Groot looked up and met Luther's smiling yet oppressive eyes. After a long moment, he actually smiled.
"I am confused. Please do as you please, sir."
Ye Yanze didn't struggle to break free from Luther's embrace, but huddled in his arms. Luther was almost as tall as Zelsa, and he wanted to fiddle with him like a cotton doll, but he only supported his shoulders in vain and didn't push any further.
Luther tilted his head and leaned close to Ye Yanze's ear. His lips were very close to Ye Yanze's ear, but did not touch it. It was just a gesture of intimacy.
"Come with me?"
Ye Yanze turned his head and looked at him, nodding slightly, and grasped his fingers tightly twice, like a floating duckweed grasping a root. His pale cheeks seemed like the finest white porcelain, and his purple eyes were hazy and shining. He tilted his head and looked only at him, relying on him wholeheartedly.
"Hmm" his voice was a little nasal.
A smile flashed in Luther's eyes, and he reached out and touched his forehead with the back of his hand, saying goodbye to Grote, and then remembered to turn his head and look at the person on the bed.
"I wish you a speedy recovery, and I'm sorry to bother you any more with my love."
As he said that, he put his arm around Ye Yanze's shoulders and walked out. Dana on the bed actually tried hard to raise his entire palm, but in the end it just hit the quilt, causing some wrinkles on the fabric.
After the two left, the bedroom suddenly became quiet, with only a faint sound coming from the throat of the half-dead person on the bed. Grote snorted and chuckled, then suddenly grabbed a teacup and threw it to the ground.
"Did you hear me? When you're a loser lying in bed, you can only watch others take away your things."
Luther's carriage was spacious and comfortable, with a layer of velvet carpet specially laid and the windows sealed tightly, which was obviously instructed specially.
Ye Yanze was almost holding on with just one breath. He had lost a lot of blood, had a high fever, and had to mobilize a lot of strength. The fact that he hadn't fainted yet was a testament to his amazing willpower.
Luther carried him all the way to the carriage. His cloak blocked the wind from his quick steps. Ye Yanze held on and refused to fall asleep, leaning drowsily on his shoulder.
"Your Highness!"
Ed rushed over anxiously, intending to take over, but was avoided by Luther.
"Thank you, Your Excellency. I would also like to trouble you to send His Highness back to the temple."
Luther did not stop, as if he did not hear what he was saying. The two servants following him actually stopped Ed aside.
"Go back to the temple?" Luther just glanced at Ed, his dark blue eyes lowered and swept over him, with an aura that did not tolerate disobedience, as if he did not understand why he dared to make the decision for him.
"Of course the people I brought out will come back with me."
Ye Yanze clutched the gold buttons on his clothes, frowned and tried to open his eyes, his eyelashes trembling. The next second, he was blocked by a hand, who covered his eyes and whispered coaxingly.
"Go to sleep. It's safe."
Ye Yanze heard what they said and tried his best to speak, but he knew in his heart that it would be a waste of effort.
Luther lifted him up and leaned his hand against his shoulder. He stroked his back with his open palm and took off the ring on his index finger and put it aside.
He was so considerate that he just pinched his eyelashes twice with his other hand as if playing with them, and then laughed twice in curiosity.
"Isn't the hair all over your body this color?"
Ye Yanze grabbed the buttons on his clothes and pulled them, but he relaxed inexplicably and fell asleep.
*
The book on the desk was open, the window was half open, and the wind blew the pages gently, making them rustle. It was not until the page rubbed against the tip of his index finger that Zelsa suddenly came back to his senses.
Although he was aware of Ye Yanze's current situation, he didn't know that even if Ye Yanze had a high fever, he would come to their doorstep as soon as they called him.
In his previous life, he learned about the inside story after the riots in the south. At that time, he only knew that the Son of God was actually held hostage by the aristocratic families. When the elemental erosion disease and cracks could not be controlled, they would sacrifice the Son of God.
It's not like he hadn't heard some rumors at that time, which roughly said that the Holy Son was an illegitimate child of the royal family, who lost his mother when he was born, and that the old emperor didn't favor his oriental mistress very much and treated him directly as a slave.
Of course, those are all unofficial histories.
The emperor's favorite concubine gave birth to a child with white hair and purple eyes. Because of his divine power, the royal court protected him closely until the emergence of elemental erosion. He stepped forward and purified the patients of elemental erosion in three cities in succession, and was named the Son of God.
There are large gaps in the middle, but this is the version that the official wants everyone to believe.
Which one is true and which one is false? When he was not the Holy Son but Ye Yanze, what was it?
Zelsa suddenly slapped himself hard, with such force that a faint mark was left on his pale face.
Why am I curious about these things? It’s enough to know that he is the one who killed me in my previous life and treated me like a dog. I just need to use him...
"My Lord! Where is His Highness?"
The open window faced the back door of the temple. Zelsa stood up almost immediately and looked towards the carriage. Sporadic conversations floated over but could not be heard clearly.
He must have died of illness on the road. If he died now, it would be nothing...
"Your Highness was taken away by Lord Luther..."
Zelsa's heart tightened. For some reason, when he heard the name, he instinctively tensed his back.
If you go out, you will really get yourself into big trouble.
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