When His Highness woke up after a good sleep, it was already dark outside. His arms were empty, so he subconsciously reached out and touched his side, only to find that it was also cold. The mute had disappeared long ago.
Whenever Xie Shiguan lost sight of him, he would feel a little confused and panicked, so he blurted out to the mute, "Aque?"
No one answered him, so Xie Shiguan got off the bed with his clothes on, and said with a heavier tone: "Shut up!"
At this time, a person finally walked in through the curtain. It was Chen Que, holding the crying kid in his arms. When His Highness saw him, the fur that had inexplicably stood up was finally smoothed down.
He walked over, supported his waist with his palms, and lifted the curtain to look outside. In front of him was an inn with two large lanterns made of tung oil paper hanging on both sides. The inn was indeed a proper inn, but it was not within the route they had originally planned.
"What about those two? Why did they stay at the inn the night before instead of traveling any further?"
However, Shen did not answer, but carried the child to the side room. When they reached a corner, he turned his back to His Highness, half-pulled down his robe, and began to feed the child.
But this kid wouldn't sit still even when feeding. If he stopped for a while, he would start whining and crying for a while.
His Highness felt something was strange, so he turned on several lights on the wall of the carriage, then moved closer to take a look. Even with the lights on, the carriage was still dark, and he couldn't see clearly, so he subconsciously wanted to move closer, but as soon as he got closer, the mute would shrink back.
"What's wrong with him?"
Chen Que's eyes were slightly red. The kid looked like he was starving. He rushed to eat it, but couldn't taste anything. He was very angry. After spitting it out, he turned his head and started crying again.
The boy loosened his mouth, and His Highness could see clearly that the skin on his body was broken by sucking, and it was red, as if it had been bitten and bleeding.
Xie Shiguan was heartbroken and was about to reach out his hand, but the mute seemed to be afraid of him and hurriedly closed his clothes.
"I was not willing to break it, but this brat is so cruel," he complained, completely forgetting who forced someone to give it to him in the car today. He refused to let go, "Let him cry."
Shen, however, gave him a sad look.
He didn't have much milk to begin with, and fortunately his appetite was small, but that was just enough for him to eat. Today, the kid hasn't even woken up yet, and His Highness has eaten up all the milk from both sides.
When the kid woke up and realized he was hungry, he naturally started to make a fuss. However, Chen was afraid of waking up King Yan who had just fallen asleep, so he had to sit outside at the front of the car to coax him. Then he begged the two men to stop the car and go find some goat milk and rice soup for the kid.
Unexpectedly, this kid was very spoiled. He would not eat a single bite of anything other than breast milk, goat's milk, or rice soup. After finally feeding him his food, he would spit it all out immediately and would not respond no matter how we coaxed him.
Chen had no choice but to carry the crying baby and go around to ask for milk. One of the two men stayed with the prince in the carriage, while the other followed him.
After asking around, I finally found a family. The woman heard that her milk supply was not sufficient and there was not enough food for her own child, so she was going to close the door and drive them out. Fortunately, Guyu showed them a silver ingot in time, and the family changed their tune.
After much difficulty, he got the milk, but it was probably because the woman had put some perfume powder on her body, which was different from the smell of Shen Que's body. At first, she refused to eat it. Now, Shen Que was not the only one who was anxious, but the whole family was also anxious. After all, it was not easy to return the silver that had been obtained.
Moreover, the woman was feeding Silai in the room, and Chen looked like an innocent man, so it would be difficult for him to squeeze into her bed to help comfort the baby, so he could only worry outside.
After a long while, I suddenly heard a surprised voice from inside the room: "He ate it! He agreed to eat it!"
Shen was relieved.
But the kid wanted to be fed every once in a while. Although he came back some later, it was still not enough for him. When he was not full, the kid would keep his eyes open and refuse to sleep. If he couldn't sleep, he would make trouble with him, and he never stopped doing so along the way.
By now, that place had been sucked to pieces by him, and it hurt when touched. Chen Que had no choice but to beg Guyu again to stop nearby and find a woman with plenty of milk to come and help him take care of the baby for one night.
The mute was silent for a long time, and His Highness almost guessed the reason, but he still said lightly: "I thought it was nothing, just a need for feeding. Tell the postmaster to mobilize some postmen and find a few wet nurses with clean family backgrounds to take over."
"When we get back to the palace, I'll ask your master to help with the preparations. There will be many clean nurses to take care of the kid, so you don't have to accompany him day and night to work hard."
He didn't think he was wrong at all. After he finished speaking, he pressed the mute down on the couch, took out a small medicine box from the box, and ordered him to "Put this kid down."
But Shen just looked at him and refused to move.
"Be obedient," Xie Shiguan coaxed in a low voice, "I'm not doing anything. I'm just applying some medicine on you."
When he woke up in the morning, he also said that he just wanted to hug her and taste her, but in the end, he still had no say in anything...
"Hurry up." His Highness urged.
However, Chen did not dare to disobey, so he had to lower his thoughts. Feeling the touch of his fingertips, the mute quickly turned his face to the side and refused to look.
The ointment was transparent in texture and felt cool when applied. It was a bit painful when it pricked the wound, but the mute endured it without moving.
His Highness knew that the mute was actually very concerned about his face and self-esteem. If he was not in extreme pain, he would pretend that nothing had happened. Those uncontrollable tremors could only be resolved by him by looking into the details.
After applying the medicine, the area looked particularly bright and moist. Xie Shiguan held him down with ill intentions, staring at him with burning eyes for a while, until he saw his face turn red, then he slowly withdrew his gaze and closed his collar for him: "Anyway, we're going to stop anyway, it's better to stay in the inn than in this car, let's go."
Posthouse, front yard.
The postmaster had been waiting in the courtyard with a group of postmen, but when he heard that the prince was still sleeping, he did not dare to wake him up rashly, so he did not go out to greet him with great fanfare.
As soon as they saw Xie Shiguan, they rushed forward and knelt down, shouting in unison: "Long live the King of Yan!"
This place is still far away from Kyoto, and a postmaster of low rank may not have the chance to meet him in this life. But although he did not recognize Xie Shiguan's face, he could not help but recognize the token on his waist.
Just that piece of dead thing, if taken out, would probably be a hundred times more useful than all these living people combined.
The post station chief had a fawning attitude, his forehead almost rubbing against the silk boots of His Royal Highness Prince Yan. The man was probably in his forties or fifties, with slightly gray hair and beard and a pot belly, and even kowtow seemed difficult for him.
Xie Shiguan frowned slightly. Others didn't understand, but Chen knew it. His Highness didn't like ugly people, especially those who were so ugly and wanted to stick to him.
Therefore, he could only say in a very unhappy voice: "No."
As for the flattering words uttered by the postmaster at the back, Xie Shiguan did not hear a word of it. He only heard the postmaster say that the banquet had been prepared, and his expression eased a little.
After staying in that poor village for a few days, His Highness could not eat much food a day. One reason was that the mute was full of anger, and the other was that the poor food was really not to his liking. Now he had slept for a whole day and was already feeling hungry.
Just as they sat down to eat, the two assassins came back with a fair-skinned lady. The lady had her hair wrapped in a veil, was dressed neatly, had her head slightly lowered, and looked honest.
Guyu whispered to His Highness: "This is a good woman. She has a brother and a sister. I have asked the neighbors around and they all say that she is an honest person."
Xie Shiguan glanced at her calmly and saw that she was pretty, so he didn't criticize her too much: "If she takes good care of me, I'll take her with me on the road."
He said this to the mute. The little brat had been dominating Chen Que day and night, and His Highness had long been fed up with it. So he took this opportunity to tell him to leave the brat to someone else to take care of, so that the mute could accompany him wholeheartedly in the future.
Shen handed Si Lai to the young woman, but he was still a little worried. He went over to take a look, and saw that Si Lai was eating milk obediently and didn't cry anymore. Only then did he feel relieved and turned back to the table.
The seats for these attendants were arranged in the middle, neither too high nor too low. When the postmaster who was in charge of the banquet saw that everyone was present, he raised his hand and clapped his hands. A group of dancers and singers stepped in, followed by a few pretty little singers who came from behind to meet Xie Shiguan.
Even the attendants had a share. A girl from Yangzhou was crammed into a seat for each person. As soon as the girl arrived, she leaned into Shen Que's arms. The mute had never seen such a scene before. He was frightened at first, and then pushed her away without mercy.
This whore from the south walks like a willow swaying in the wind, and when she leans on someone, she is even more like water.
The girl thought he was thin-skinned and didn't dare to be intimate with her in front of his master. While she was talking, she leaned close to his ear and said, "The noble master is also busy right now. He has enough to deal with those little singers. How can he care about you, my Lord?"
As she spoke, she pointed her finger at his chest and said domineeringly, "My lord, don't look anywhere else, just look at me."
Xie Shiguan, who was at the head of the group, had his eyes bent, his knuckles clenched on the desk until they turned white. He looked at the officer with a half-smile: "What is the postmaster doing?"
"Your Highness, it's so boring to just focus on eating. It just so happens that several masters have come here today. It's a rare opportunity for them to come here. We should let them have fun."
He thought he was playing to their liking, and also thought that it was the rumored regent who was reluctant to let go, so he used his eyes to command the singers to take the initiative to greet them.
"What are you all standing there for? Do you still need His Highness to invite you up?"
Then those boys dressed in red and green came forward one after another, some pinched his shoulders, some pounded his legs, and one even wanted to sit on His Highness. Xie Shiguan just gave him a look and told him to get out of here.
The postmaster had no idea of Xie Shiguan's temper, so he asked with a stiff face, "Your Highness, are these little singers I selected not to your liking?"
Whether it suited his taste or not was secondary, but seeing that girl desperately trying to stick to Chen Que, with the wine cup in front of her chest, trying so coquettishly to get him to concentrate on eating, His Highness wanted to pick up a knife and chop the postmaster to death.
"Your Highness?"
Xie Shiguan became furious and simply kicked over the table covered with food and wine, causing the soup to splash out and all over the postmaster.
For a moment, everyone in the room was silent.
His Highness ignored their looks, walked straight to the table, picked up the mute from the table, and glared at the whore so fiercely that the wine cup on her chest fell over, soaking her collar. She lowered her head and trembled on the cushion.
If he lost his temper and made things difficult for the prostitute, he would definitely be looked down upon by the mute, so Xie Shiguan only frightened her and did not really punish her. He just dragged the mute away without saying a word.
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