Chapter 33

After Ye Baixiao placed the person on the big bed, he couldn’t hold on any longer and collapsed beside them.

The emergency physicians rushed over and treated both individuals in a flurry.

Xie Fuyi didn’t have many wounds on his body, only a delicate, pale face with a tightly furrowed brow, appearing unconscious due to excessive stimulation and emotional distress, according to the physicians.

But Ye Baixiao had a solid hole in his chest. Fortunately, it missed his heart by a fraction, not immediately fatal. However, even if this wound healed, it would leave behind heart issues, causing unbearable pain.

Xie Fuyi, who feigned unconsciousness, murmured, “…No matter who’s right or wrong, it’s right to faint first!”

Not only did he want to faint first, but he also wanted to wake up later!

…

Ye Baixiao’s constitution was indeed robust. Despite such a severe injury, he only slept for one night and woke up the next day.

Because he had held onto Xie Fuyi’s hand tightly even when he fainted, they ended up lying on the same bed.

Ye Baixiao opened his eyes, too overwhelmed by the pain to react immediately, focusing solely on checking on Xie Fuyi.

With a grim face, he called for the physician, “How is the Emperor? Why hasn’t he woken up yet?”

The physician trembled. He couldn’t explain it, but the regent’s pressure was too strong. He sighed and said, “Your Highness, injuries to the body can be treated, but the Emperor’s suffering is in his mind, the most difficult to cure.”

Ye Baixiao trembled as he touched Xie Fuyi’s brows and eyes, feeling his heart ache with every beat.

Was it because he couldn’t bear for him to leave that it caused such distress to his mind? Did it hurt him this much just to have him nearby?

[Ye Baixiao’s torment value: 20/100.]

…

Xie Fuyi slept contentedly for another day and night before slowly opening his eyes.

Ye Baixiao was by his bedside, almost sleepless the entire night, his eyes now dark with fatigue. When he saw Xie Fuyi awake, his exhausted eyes lit up, “You’re awake!”

Before Xie Fuyi could react, he heard a cold, tense voice next to him, “Xie Fuyi, you are not allowed to leave! Nor are you allowed to seek death again! If something happens to you, I will bury the entire palace with you!”

…Consecutive instances of watching Xie Fuyi unconscious and unresponsive made him somewhat fearful. Every time he saw the fragility in his features, he worried that he might never wake up again.

Xie Fuyi was taken aback by Ye Baixiao’s words—did he really just say that?

With the persona of a young emperor, who cared if everyone in the palace died? What was he afraid of?

Wait, if Ye Baixiao used this incident to threaten him, it meant that he cared about him.

Xie Fuyi couldn’t be bothered to speak, just looked at him with cold, mocking eyes.

Ye Baixiao tightened his grip on Xie Fuyi’s hand, realizing how ridiculous his threat must have sounded. He, a capricious and ruthless tyrant, cared about the lives of palace servants.

Ye Baixiao had initially intended to threaten him with the fear of being discovered in his vulnerability, but he dared not anymore…

Suddenly, he remembered something and gritted his teeth, “Aren’t you afraid of death? What about Zhang Xinyue? If something happens to you, she won’t survive either!”

Xie Fuyi paused for a moment, then glared at him, “Are you trying to threaten me again?”

Ye Baixiao’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said, “I promise I won’t touch you again, but if you hurt yourself again, she…”

“That’s enough!” Xie Fuyi interrupted with a cold laugh, “Rest assured, I won’t hurt myself again. Since you want me to stay so much, you’ll be responsible for my food, clothing, and shelter.”

…he wanted the other to be his servant!

After a moment of silence, Ye Baixiao agreed. He didn’t mind serving the little emperor in his daily life, but he didn’t expect the little emperor to actually care about mere beauty.

Ye Baixiao felt stifled in his heart but also puzzled. Why would the little emperor care about Zhang Xinyue’s life or death?

Wasn’t the little emperor known for arbitrarily killing servants?

Those people would be beaten to a pulp with just a glance from him, even having their eyes gouged out, legs broken, and left to die in unmarked graves.

But during these days together, Ye Baixiao noticed that although the emperor often spoke harshly, he would compromise for unrelated individuals.

Xie Fuyi, what kind of person are you really?

Ye Baixiao’s dark eyes were murky and complex as he looked at the person lying with his back turned on the bed.

…

The little emperor finally woke up. The imperial doctors, who had been suppressing their breath in front of the regent for several days, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Moreover, they found that things were not as they had initially thought. The regent was so concerned about the little emperor’s daily meals that he personally cooked. Even if the emperor spilled the food the regent had made, he didn’t show the slightest anger.

Rumors said that the little emperor had become the regent’s puppet, but from this scene, it seemed like the regent willingly became the emperor’s servant.

…

On this day, as night fell, Xie Fuyi’s wound finally scabbed over, and he could speak more smoothly.

Ye Baixiao brought a bowl of medicine and a stack of red bean and jujube cakes. Xie Fuyi never showed him a good expression, always getting angry if the food didn’t suit his taste.

“Your Majesty, drink the medicine while it’s hot, and then have a piece of red bean and jujube cake to take away the bitterness.”

Without lifting his head, Xie Fuyi overturned the bowl of medicine in Ye Baixiao’s hand, “Get lost! I said I don’t want to see you!”

The little emperor casually pushed him away, but Ye Baixiao worried that the hot medicine would spill on him and quickly blocked it with his other hand. The scalding medicine burned the back of Ye Baixiao’s hand, but he showed no sign of anger. Moreover, his own wounds hadn’t fully healed yet. With repeated movements, the bandages inside were already soaked with blood.

Xie Fuyi smelled a faint scent of blood but saw no reaction from Ye Baixiao, so he pretended not to notice.

Looking at the redness on Ye Baixiao’s hand, Xie Fuyi furrowed his brow and coldly snorted, “Did you intend to scald me with such hot medicine?”

…That’s what he was thinking about?

Ye Baixiao paused for a moment, feeling somewhat helpless. He realized that the arrogant and malicious little emperor seemed to have returned.

Despite treating him like a servant, Ye Baixiao willingly accepted it.

Compared to the previous occasions when the little emperor lay lifelessly on the bed, he indeed preferred the current unrestrained attitude.

Lowering his eyes, Ye Baixiao spoke in a deep voice, “My apologies. The medicine was too hot. I’ll bring another bowl. Your Majesty’s body will recover faster after taking the medicine.”

Clearly, he was the one scalded by the spilled medicine, yet he still bowed his head to apologize.

Watching Ye Baixiao pick up the broken pieces of the bowl and leave, Xie Fuyi couldn’t help but reveal a smug expression.

However, before he could contain his expression, the door to the sleeping quarters was pushed open once again.

Xie Fuyi impatiently said, “Didn’t I tell you not to disturb me? Get out!”

But this time, it wasn’t the person he had imagined coming to please him. Instead, a voice, cold and contemptuous, cut through the air—

“You’re already a prisoner, yet you still think you’re the emperor?”

It was Zhao Shiyi! He strode in with two others.

Xie Fuyi frowned at them. He was only half-dressed in a yellow inner garment, leaning against the bed. His thin lips lifted slightly, and he said coldly, “If you don’t want to die, get out!”

Zhao Shiyi snickered lightly at the words. He took a few steps to the side of the bed, easily subdued the person, and pinched the chin of Xie Fuyi. In an instant, a red fingerprint appeared on the fair skin of the other person. There was a fleeting darkness in his eyes.

“So, is it with this appearance and body that you captivated my elder brother?”