Chapter 17 Successfully Received
Watching that delicate little face gradually become serious and solemn at such close range, Fu Mingyi suddenly felt a difficult-to-describe emotion.
Perhaps it was this emotion at play that kept him silent for a long time.
Fu Mingyi remained silent, and so did Xiao Qing.
If it were a contest of who could remain calm longer... Xiao Qing thought, she might not necessarily lose.
When Mingxiu brought in a bowl of porridge, she stumbled into this eerie silence.
She stood at the door for a moment, hesitating whether to go in or back out.
However, in the end, remembering that she was carrying the porridge that His Majesty wanted to eat, she mustered up her courage and went in.
She walked to the bedside, intending to bring the porridge to Xiao Qing.
However, Fu Mingyi was sitting in the middle, and if she moved forward, the space would be a bit cramped. But if she didn't move forward, she wouldn't be able to pass the porridge to Xiao Qing.
She dared not ask Fu Mingyi to move aside, nor did she dare trouble him to pass her the porridge, so she just stood there blankly, not knowing what to do.
Fu Mingyi's dissatisfaction with her deepened.
"Give it to me." He stretched out his hand, not even looking at her, and said indifferently, "Step back."
Mingxiu's heart tightened. After handing over the porridge, she instinctively bowed, turned around and left, as if something terrible was chasing her.
Xiao Qing was helpless.
If Fu Mingyi were to unleash his full power, he could truly intimidate people. Back in the Northern Capital Palace, he had Physician He completely under his control, and now Physician He's granddaughter is as afraid of him as a mouse is of a cat.
I wonder what kind of person could possibly tame this Grand Tutor.
As she was thinking, Fu Mingyi had already taken a spoon and gently stirred the contents of the bowl.
He glanced up at Xiao Qing and found her lost in thought. Her bright eyes were unfocused, and he didn't know what she was thinking. He simply scooped half a spoonful of porridge into the bowl and slowly handed it to her.
Xiao Qing was taken aback, and several questions arose in her already wary mind.
She finally realized that Fu Mingyi was trying to feed her...?!
Holy crap! Has Fu Mingyi been possessed by something?
Or is the world about to change?
still……
"I'll do it myself." Xiao Qing's lips twitched, and he finally found his voice.
But Fu Mingyi moved the spoon-holding hand to the side, avoiding her hand.
this……
"When Your Majesty was ill, I served you medicine and soup. Your Majesty was injured while saving me, and I was merely serving you porridge. Does Your Majesty think I did not serve you well enough?"
Xiao Qing's mind went blank for a moment.
It must be said that, in terms of serving others, Fu Mingyi would definitely be better than Mingxiu if he wanted to.
She realized this problem when they were fleeing in the carriage.
However, back then, Fu Mingyi truly regarded her as the little princess of their Great Xiao, the respected "Little Emperor." Unlike now, when he roughly knows her background, or at least knows that she is not the little princess he thought was connected to the Great Xiao's young emperor by blood.
In this situation, his excessive attentiveness... seems suspicious.
Fu Mingyi noticed that her eyes seemed to shift slightly, and he roughly knew what she was thinking.
However, he still brought the spoon to Xiao Qing's lips.
Fu Mingyi is not bad-looking. Moreover, because he was born into a prestigious family and studied poetry, literature and etiquette from a young age, he possesses the refined elegance inherent in literati from a distinguished family.
Moreover, ever since Xiao Qing was threatened by him, she knew that he must know some martial arts, and that he was probably quite skilled in them.
So he could fight his way through the enemy lines with his sword, not caring at all as the crimson blood stained his snow-white blade and splattered on his body and face...
Xiao Qing opened her mouth unconsciously.
Fu Mingyi's face was quite close to hers, and Xiao Qing subconsciously lowered her head to drink her porridge, no longer looking at him.
Despite feeling threatened, a thought flashed through Xiao Qing's mind—if Fu Mingyi were to get serious about dating, would his girlfriend feel very happy?
The atmosphere seems to be getting increasingly strange.
Xiao Qing ate half a bowl of porridge and then didn't want to eat anymore.
Being fed porridge by the Grand Tutor like this put her under a lot of pressure—even though the Grand Tutor was a handsome man, his handsomeness had a hidden danger.
Therefore, Xiao Qing couldn't eat.
Seeing that she really couldn't eat anymore, Fu Mingyi got up and put the half bowl of porridge on the small table before walking back and sitting down.
"Grand Tutor, please speak frankly."
Fu Mingyi glanced at her silently and said, "Does Your Majesty trust your humble servant?"
Xiao Qing thought to herself, "Isn't that a pointless question?"
Although the Grand Tutor ultimately managed to shield her from falling, she now genuinely feels that—the Grand Tutor, who knew martial arts, could have done even better.
She didn't miss the fleeting, unusual look in Fu Mingyi's eyes just before they collapsed.
"Of course..."
"Your Majesty, may I tell you the truth?"
Xiao Qing gave a textbook-like answer, then changed his mind halfway through. "Just like the Grand Tutor's trust in me."
She felt that her will to survive was so strong it was beyond belief, and she believed that the Grand Tutor would be satisfied with such a perfect answer.
Fu Mingyi was clearly not buying it.
"If you didn't trust me, why did you save me in the first place?"
Xiao Qing realized that Fu Mingyi was somewhat different from before.
His gaze seemed fixed on her ear, his eyes as deep as a sea.
Xiao Qing's slightly upturned lips gradually disappeared.
Perhaps influenced by the Grand Tutor's earnest gaze, she heard herself slowly say, "I just don't want to see dead people."
"Your Majesty does not trust me, yet you still tried to save my life in a time of crisis. Your Majesty is a benevolent person."
Seeing that he was speaking so seriously, Xiao Qing was a little unsure of what he was planning to do.
Fu Mingyi stood up and suddenly knelt down in front of the bed.
Xiao Qing was startled and couldn't help but sit up straight. "What is the Grand Tutor doing?"
Fu Mingyi stared at her intently, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.
"Please tell me, Your Majesty, was the person in His Highness's bedchamber that night the Princess?"
Xiao Qing knew that Fu Mingyi still held a grudge about this matter, but she genuinely didn't want to bring it up.
For Fu Mingyi, royal legitimacy was of paramount importance. But for her, the experience of transmigrating into the body of another dying person as a person destined to die was hardly a pleasant memory.
Moreover, due to various reasons that cannot be described in words, she was unable to answer Fu Mingyi.
"Grand Tutor, you've asked so many questions, there must be something you need me to do. Please just say it and stop asking these questions, okay?"
There was no denial, but there was also no answer.
Fu Mingyi's heart sank further as he realized that if Xiao Qing's behavior was genuine, the reasons might be more complex than he had imagined.
Or perhaps, it's even simpler?
Fu Mingyi looked up at Xiao Qing, who was sitting upright, and bowed his head.
"The country is in peril, families are broken, and people yearn for change. There are things I cannot do. If Your Majesty can trust me and allow me to assist you, I will give my life to ensure the safety of Your Highness when Your Majesty returns to court."
Xiao Qing felt a slight thrill, with only one thought in her mind—although her ear had been surgically altered, the results were quite good. Fu Mingyi had successfully received her sincerity.
As for his other words, they were all just for show...mere fluff.
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