"Just now I brushed past you and I seemed to smell a scent of blood. Are you injured?"

Yueying was surprised by Zhao Ji's sharpness.

Since I have been discovered, there is no need to cover it up. Yueying nodded calmly: "I was on a mission today, so I was injured, but I have applied medicine powder."

Zhao Ji frowned and said, "If I remember correctly, the wound below your collarbone has not healed yet. Now the old wound has not healed yet, and a new wound has been added..."

Yueying was slightly stunned, and said subconsciously: "I have already applied the medicine..."

Zhao Ji shook his head helplessly: "Your people have been helping me, so I'll help you heal your wounds as a way of repaying you for lending me your people."

Yueying didn't expect Zhao Ji to say this. It seemed that Zhao Ji had been asking about her wound before, and he probably wanted to heal her.

However, the healing process was too ambiguous and required skin-to-skin contact. Yueying's face felt a little hot when she thought of this.

"No need..." Subconsciously, Yueying wanted to refuse.

As a result, Zhao Ji was very aggressive and squeezed directly into Yueying's room. He put his hand on Yueying's shoulder without question and pulled her to **.

"Okay, don't worry about anything. I'll help you heal your wounds right away. It's late at night now, and I want to rest early."

For some reason, Yueying did not resist. She took off her clothes like last time, sat cross-legged on the bed, and waited for Zhao Ji with red ears.

Zhao Ji looked at the black-clad leader who had always been aloof and inviolable to outsiders, and now was sitting in bed like a little wife, and for a moment his heart was a little agitated.

However, this time, he was not being merciful in healing the wound casually.

After Zhao Ji got on the bed, he put his hand on Yueying's back like last time, and then began to use his internal energy to heal Yueying's wounds.

Feeling the fiery internal energy flowing through her body, Yueying's ears turned redder and redder.

[His hands are so hot... Why do I feel like the places that aren't being touched are also getting hot...]

[Recently at night I can’t help but think of him when he was healing…]

[I feel like every breath is very hard to bear. How about he talk to me? This feeling is too weird...]

Yueying's inner thoughts were not as cold as she appeared. Zhao Ji smiled secretly when he heard it.

[But Zhao Ji shouldn’t be able to do two things at once. It would be too difficult to talk and heal at the same time…]

And Yueying indeed underestimated Zhao Ji.

Most people really don't dare to do two things at the same time when they are overwhelmed by such internal force.

But Zhao Ji was able to use his inner strength to heal his wounds while casually asking Yueying, "I noticed that the number of guards in the palace has increased recently. Was this arranged by you?"

In such an ambiguous and awkward atmosphere, Yueying wished that Zhao Ji would chat with her to divert the influence of her fiery inner force.

So Yueying said: "This has nothing to do with me. The leader of the Royal Guards is in charge!"

Zhao Ji asked again: "Speaking of the leader of the Imperial Guard, I have some impression of this leader, but I don't think I have seen the deputy leader before. Is he newly promoted?"

Yueying is the emperor's eyes in the dark and often helps the emperor to investigate some things. Zhao Ji asked the right person.

"The position of deputy leader is generally not very important. The previous deputy leader seemed to have been removed by a queen. I heard that it was because of poor arrangements for patrols in the palace."

"The new deputy leader's name seems to be quite interesting. It's Qian Duo."

"This person should have been promoted not long ago. He is usually very close to the people of the Prime Minister's lineage..."

Yueying was in a shy mood, so she was like a bamboo tube pouring tofu, and basically told out everything she knew.

The internal force flowed through the major acupuncture points on Yueying's body. Zhao Ji discovered that most of the injuries Yueying suffered this time were hidden injuries.

Moreover, the person who did it was extremely cunning, or even extremely vicious, and specifically targeted people's vital points.

"Who caused this wound on you? Is there a deep hatred between you?"

Zhao Ji asked with a frown.

"It's nothing, just a routine mission!" Yueying kept her mouth shut and didn't reveal anything.

Unfortunately, she didn't know that all her thoughts were heard by Zhao Ji.

[Who else could it be, other than that idiot Third Prince, who has a group of assassins around him and even rashly puts them in the palace to gather information...]

[For the sake of the emperor's safety, we had to fight this group of people. We were about to capture them, but suddenly a smoke bomb popped out and made them run away! ]

Zhao Ji's eyes narrowed slightly. The third prince's people?

You know, after threatening the queen last time, the third prince was nominally under house arrest, and it seems that he is not honest either.

But why would he go to the palace to gather information for no reason?

Are you suspecting that the emperor's recovery is fake?

Thinking of the Third Prince's reckless IQ, Zhao Ji decided not to consider him for the time being.

After getting the two pieces of information he wanted, Zhao Ji's movements speeded up slightly.

As a result, Yueying couldn't help but moan due to the overly hot internal force.

“Ah~”

Yueying was embarrassed and wanted to find a place to hide. She didn't expect that she could make such a charming sound.

Zhao Ji just finished healing at this time and withdrew his hand.

As a result, Yueying, whose body became limp due to the fiery internal force, fell into Zhao Ji's arms.

With a beauty in my arms, who can remain calm?

But Zhao Ji also knew that Yueying was the emperor's person, and unlike Concubine Shu and the Queen, she was not afraid of her secret being exposed.

If he slept with Yueying, it would be equivalent to directly telling the emperor that he was not a real eunuch.

So even with a beautiful woman in his arms, Zhao Ji had to remain calm.

"Sorry, I feel a little weak. I guess it's because of the injury." Yueying was also a little shy. After all, she was the one who took the initiative to throw herself into his arms.

Although Zhao Ji was a eunuch, Yueying often forgot this fact while interacting with Zhao Ji.

"Why is there a hard thing on your body?" Yueying tried to lean to the other side of the bed.

But I couldn't help but ask.

Zhao Ji's face froze, and he laughed and said, "This afternoon, I went to the palace of Concubine Shu to do some work. The fan that Concubine Shu gave me... just now it was inconvenient to use my internal energy, so I put it in my arms."

Yueying did not doubt it and nodded gently: "Thank you for your healing today. If there is anything I can help you with, just let me know."

In fact, Yueying gradually stopped doubting Zhao Ji, because during this period she discovered that Zhao Ji was really working for the emperor.

Moreover, he has no power behind him and even rarely goes to the harem. He is a true loyal minister.

In addition, during this period, the emperor has become more and more trusting of Zhao Ji, so Yueying's surveillance is not as thorough as before.