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His entire body stiffened, and his lips twitched in disbelief.
The man glared at Le Yao Yao with a look that was not just furious but almost murderous.
After all, he had tightly grasped his large hand, calling out, "Dad!?"
Dad!?
When did he have such a big son!?
Moreover, did that mean that in his perception, he resembled his own father!?
This was an utterly devastating blow!
At that moment, Leng Junyu felt as if he had been struck by lightning, completely stunned.
He then attempted to retract his hand, but the child seemed to sense his intention and tightened his grip as if clinging to a lifeline, refusing to let go even in death…
Seeing this, Leng Junyu's cold eyes flickered for a moment before he could only let out a soft sigh.
Forget it; let him hold on!
With that thought in mind, Leng Junyu gently sat down on the cushioned wooden bed, allowing Le Yao Yao to keep holding his hand.
Though still asleep, Le Yao Yao seemed to sense the presence beside him. The small mouth that had been pouting slowly transformed into a faint smile.
The brows that had been slightly furrowed began to relax, resembling a lazy kitten basking in the sun—so adorable!
However, if one were to ignore her current murmurs in her sleep—
“Daddy, sniff, I miss you so much, sniff, I want to go home…”
In her dreams, Le Yao Yao felt the warmth around her. The thick, strong hand in hers felt just like the comforting presence of her father, making her momentarily feel as if she had returned to the modern world, snuggled up next to him. Unable to hold back any longer, she poured out all her recent feelings of confusion and grievance.
Leng Junyu sat quietly, listening to the aggrieved tone of the child below him. Unbeknownst to himself, his expression mirrored her emotions, his brows gradually knitting together in a beautiful frown.
His delicate lips parted slightly as he murmured.
“So you miss home…”
That was true; he was still just a child after all!
At only fifteen or sixteen years old, and looking so fragile, like a glass doll that could shatter with a single touch.
It was this very vulnerability that made one feel an overwhelming urge to cherish him.
Thinking of this, the man's expression softened, and tenderness filled his gaze.
He looked at Le Yao Yao with such warmth, akin to that of a lover's gaze…
Yet, the gentle look on his face did not last long because—
“Sniff, Daddy, I want to go home. Someone is bullying me here; you have to take revenge for me, sniff…”
“What!? Who dares to bully you!?”
Upon hearing Le Yao Yao's words, Leng Junyu's expression turned icy, his Cold Eyes narrowing, with a flicker of cold light shimmering within them.
It was as if anyone who dared to bully Le Yao Yao would find themselves swiftly dealt with by him without a second thought.
The wrath of the living Yama was severe, but—
"Woo woo, it's the living Yama who bullies me, woo woo, he's bad, he's really bad..."
"Uh..."
The living Yama!? -_-|||
Isn't that him!?
At this, Leng Junyu couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
Moreover, he looked quite innocent.
Because he had no idea when he had ever bullied 'him.'
In fact, he had been very lenient with 'him.'
Even when 'he' caused trouble outside, he had never severely punished 'him.'
Making 'him' kneel was also the Chief Eunuch's intention.
However, this wasn't entirely the Chief Eunuch's fault; after all, there were rules within the royal residence.
He used to attend court every day, busy with matters of the palace, while he entrusted the affairs of the Wangfu to the Chief Eunuch. However, he had no idea that the Chief Eunuch would punish him in this way.
Could it be that he was resented for this?
Thinking of this made Leng Junyu feel uneasy.
Nevertheless, he couldn't bear to see the distressed expression on his subordinate's face. Finally, he sighed lightly and murmured, "Don't worry, I won't bully you anymore..."
Although he didn't think he was bullying him, Leng Junyu still said so.
After hearing his words, the furrowed brows of his subordinate finally began to relax, clearly relieved, which in turn eased Leng Junyu's own worries.
He reached out with his other hand and gently stroked Le Yao Yao's forehead, which was now showing signs of returning to normal. Seeing that she would likely wake up soon, he intended to withdraw his hand.
However, as his hand inadvertently brushed against her damp clothing, his handsome brows knitted together once more.
Recalling the moment he entered Le Yao Yao's room, when the door was wide open and she had fallen to the floor, it was likely then that rainwater had poured in and soaked her clothes.
But now she was still unwell; how could she wear such wet clothing? What if she fell ill again?
With this thought in mind, Leng Junyu's large hand swiftly moved toward Le Yao Yao's waistband, intending to help her out of her damp clothes.
Just then, the previously sound asleep Le Yao Yao slowly blinked her beautiful eyes and began to wake up.
However, before she could comprehend where she was or what had happened, a long hand was already reaching toward her, attempting to untie her waistband.
Upon seeing this, Le Yao Yao felt as if a thunderclap had struck her, leaving her momentarily frozen. Then, a sharp voice burst forth from her lips.
"Pervert! What do you want to do?!"
Damn it! What on earth does this bastard want!?
Could it be that he has discovered something and intends to verify it personally!?
The mere thought of this possibility made Le Yao Yao look at Leng Junyu with a mix of anger and uncertainty.
She quickly reached out, grabbing the blanket beside her and wrapping herself tightly in it.
Then, she rolled over, curling up like a silkworm baby as she burrowed into the bed.
Watching Le Yao Yao go from startled exclamations upon waking to this series of actions made Leng Junyu's lips twitch involuntarily. He slowly retracted his somewhat stiff hand.
Originally, he had intended to help this little eunuch by changing his damp clothes so that he could sleep more comfortably and avoid getting sick again. Instead, his good intentions had backfired, leaving him feeling foolish.
Thinking of this, Leng Junyu's handsome face darkened as he looked at Le Yao Yao with a hint of restrained anger.
The way she gazed at him was filled with confusion and fear, as if he were some kind of beast in human clothing...
A beast in human clothing!?
At this thought, Leng Junyu's expression grew even gloomier, his voice turning as cold as a winter wind in December, chilling to the bone.
"What do you think this prince wants to do to you?!"
Le Yao Yao's delicate face turned pale at the cold, emotionless words of the Living Yama.
The ominous expression on his face, coupled with the anger radiating from him, felt like dark clouds pressing down on a city, making her heart race with fear.
Yet, she dared not speak. Just moments ago, he had seemed intent on something inappropriate, but if he truly meant her no harm, why had he reached out to tug at her belt?
Confusion swirled in Le Yao Yao's mind, but it was then that she realized something was off about her surroundings.
A glance around revealed a flicker of surprise in her eyes.
This was not her small room; it was a small chamber outside the master suite of the Elegant Breeze Pavilion.
She recognized this place because she had cleaned it earlier that day.
But why was she here? She distinctly remembered serving the Living Yama when the nosebleed incident occurred, prompting her to flee back to her own quarters. After that, everything became hazy; she felt dizzy and then seemed to faint.
The last bits of memory were foggy. It felt as though she had been unwell for a while—was she sick?
But even if she were ill, how did she end up here?
And why was the Living Yama present as well?
A series of questions flooded her mind, leaving Le Yao Yao perplexed and bewildered.
However, she wasn't foolish; after carefully reflecting and piecing together the fragments of her memory, she could still grasp a rough idea of what had transpired.
As she thought of this, Le Yao Yao extended her tongue to lick her somewhat dry Red Lips. Then, with a pair of anxious Beautiful Eyes, she cautiously opened her Red Lips and asked tentatively, "My lord, was I sick just now?"
Although she no longer felt anything at the moment, the unbearable discomfort from earlier still lingered in her memory.
"Hmph."
In response to Le Yao Yao's question, Leng Junyu merely snorted through his nose, which served as his answer.
"Uh..."
Seeing that Leng Junyu's expression was still gloomy but at least he answered her question, Le Yao Yao swallowed hard and continued, "So, did you bring me here?"
She hadn't realized it at first, but after reflecting slowly, Le Yao Yao remembered that while she was unconscious, she seemed to have been enveloped in a warm sea of clouds. Now that she thought about it, she must have been carried here by someone. But could it be that the one who brought her here was...
As Le Yao Yao pondered this in her heart and looked at Leng Junyu with a gaze filled with curiosity and doubt, she noticed his originally gloomy handsome face suddenly stiffen. He lightly huffed and turned his face away.
It seemed he didn't want to answer Le Yao Yao's question; however, from his demeanor, she already knew the answer.
Moreover, seeing the awkward expression on the living hell's face, Sparkling suddenly felt that even he could have such an adorable side.
This realization made Le Yao Yao's Eyes widen in surprise as she let out a small "Oh." The fear she once had of the living hell gradually faded away without her even realizing it.
During the past few days spent with the living hell, there were moments when, despite his terrifying presence—especially the oppressive aura he exuded that sent chills down her spine—she couldn't help but think that perhaps he wasn't as frightening as others claimed.
At least now, this awkward version of him seemed somewhat endearing. Was she losing her mind?
As these thoughts crossed her mind, Le Yao Yao suddenly saw the living hell turn and walk into his room.
She assumed he was leaving and let out a heavy sigh of relief.
However, less than a moment later, he returned, throwing a white silk robe directly over her.
Everything went dark for a moment, and she inhaled a familiar and pleasant scent of ambergris, leaving Le Yao Yao momentarily stunned. She quickly pulled the robe off her head, her eyes filled with confusion.
What did it mean for him to throw a robe at her? Did he really expect her to serve him even while she was sick? That was simply outrageous!
Just as Le Yao Yao simmered with indignation, she heard his calm voice beside her.
"Since you're awake, you can change yourself."
"Huh? What!?"
Change myself!?
Could it be...
With that thought in mind, Le Yao Yao reached down to feel her clothes and discovered they were damp.
In an instant, Le Yao Yao's expression changed to one of realization.
It turned out that the Living Yama had intended to help her change out of her wet clothes, but at that moment, she had mistakenly thought he...
Thinking of this, a wave of guilt surged within Le Yao Yao towards the Living Yama.
With a pair of beautiful eyes filled with remorse, she looked at the Living Yama, wanting to say something. However, he did not give her the chance to apologize. With a sharp 'bang,' he closed the wooden door and walked out.
"Ah... he must be angry, right!?"
Watching the tightly shut Carved Wooden Door, Le Yao Yao pouted her red lips slightly.
However, she didn't dwell on it for long. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, she quickly changed out of her wet clothes.
After all, she hadn't felt much discomfort earlier, but now that she was aware, the damp outfit was truly unbearable.
Thus, Le Yao Yao swiftly took off her wet outer garment and put on a clean white robe.
However, when she donned the white robe, several black lines appeared on her forehead.
The size of this robe was clearly not meant for her.
Wearing it made her look like a child who had stolen an adult's clothing.
The sleeves were rolled up several times, and the loose fit made it look utterly ridiculous on her!
Just as Le Yao Yao was feeling exasperated and confused, suddenly, the previously slightly ajar Carved Wooden Door was pushed open from the outside.
In the gaze of Le Yao Yao, there appeared not only the returning King of Hell but also—
"Little Muzi!?"
Upon seeing the newcomer, a radiant smile instantly blossomed on Le Yao Yao's face as she exclaimed in surprise.
Hearing Le Yao Yao's shout and seeing her safe and sound, Little Muzi finally felt his heart, which had been racing with worry, settle down.
Holding the freshly prepared medicine in his hand, he quickly rushed towards Le Yao Yao, his face filled with joy.
After all, Le Yao Yao had frightened him just moments ago.
The scorching temperature and how he couldn't wake her no matter how he called her—it reminded him of his brother.
Back then, their family was poor and couldn't afford a doctor; his brother had died from illness in that way. He truly didn't want Le Yao Yao to end up like his brother.
That was why he had bravely sought out the Chief Eunuch, hoping that he could help Le Yao Yao. Although he knew that given the current stormy weather, all the medical clinics outside were closed, and even the Chief Eunuch wouldn't be able to find anyone.
Moreover, within the royal palace, their lives as servants were as worthless as grass…
However, he never expected that the prince would suddenly appear and even have the Chief Eunuch send someone to the palace to summon the Imperial Physician.
This was simply unbelievable for them as servants.
But most importantly, now that Le Yao Yao was fine, he felt relieved.
Little Muzi placed the freshly brewed medicine on the tea table, still steaming hot.
"Le Yao Yao, once the medicine cools down a bit, remember to take it. You have no idea how terrifying you looked when you had that high fever. I tried shaking you awake, but you wouldn’t budge. It nearly scared me to death..."
As Little Muzi recalled that moment, a shiver ran down his spine.
Understanding that Little Muzi was genuinely concerned for her, Le Yao Yao felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude.
After all, in this cruel Slave Society, those like them were utterly insignificant. Yet, Little Muzi cared so much about her well-being; how could she not be moved?
With that thought in mind, Le Yao Yao smiled sincerely at Little Muzi.
"Little Muzi, thank you so much! I'm really lucky to have you!"
"Hehe, I didn’t do much. This time it was all thanks to the prince’s help!"
At this point, Little Muzi seemed to suddenly remember the imposing figure standing behind him. He gasped and quickly turned around to bow deeply in gratitude to Leng Junyu.
Leng Junyu's expression remained calm and unreadable as he observed Little Muzi's actions. He simply waved his hand dismissively, signaling for Little Muzi to rise.
"Alright, you may leave now."
"Yes, understood."
Little Muzi hesitated for a moment but after stealing a glance at Leng Junyu, he nodded and stepped back.
After all, Xiaoyaozi's life was saved by the prince, so leaving Xiaoyaozi here should not cause any trouble.
Having thought this through, Little Muzi respectfully bowed and retreated, also closing the door behind him.
Thus, the room was once again left with only Le Yao Yao and Leng Junyu.
The room was not small; although it was a side chamber and could not be compared to the master bedroom, it was still worlds apart from the servant quarters where Le Yao Yao currently stayed.
Beautiful Eyes surveyed the surroundings—fine sandalwood table and chairs, intricately carved low cabinets, and a pear wood bed topped with a soft mattress that felt incredibly comfortable…
Lying on it, while it couldn't compare to the large bed at home, it was certainly a far cry from her small wooden plank bed.
Moreover, although this little room was connected to the master bedroom, simply closing the wooden door would separate it from the master suite. Such a design was common in every noble's master bedroom.
This arrangement made it convenient for the master to call for someone at night.
However, Le Yao Yao knew that this room had always been occupied by him alone; no servant had ever stayed in this little chamber.
But why had he brought her here!?
It was truly strange!
As Le Yao Yao pondered in confusion, Beautiful Eyes kept darting around the room but never landed on the imposing figure before her.
After all, there were only the two of them in the room now, and the atmosphere felt somewhat odd.
Earlier, she had misunderstood his character, which left her feeling guilty and wanting to apologize. However, looking at his cold expression, she found herself unable to utter a single word.
Le Yao Yao's Beautiful Eyes darted around, never landing on the man in front of her.
However, the slight trembling of her Eyelashes and the flicker of her Beautiful Eyes revealed her inner tension.
Initially, she felt a bit of anger and displeasure towards the little eunuch before her, but now, looking at his delicate face, even without him speaking, his thoughts were clearly written all over it.
She could tell he was nervous, conflicted, and awkward, and she felt a pang of guilt toward him. The expressions on his face somehow miraculously lifted her spirits.
Hehe, what a adorably awkward little eunuch!
Leng Junyu felt a smile forming inside him, yet his handsome face remained calm and unruffled. His Cold Eyes were as dark as midnight, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.
It wasn't until he casually glanced at the medicine bowl set aside that he pursed his Red Lips and said to the still tense and awkward Le Yao Yao, "It's time to take your medicine."
"Uh..."
Upon hearing Leng Junyu's words, Le Yao Yao's pretty face froze for a moment. Her drifting Beautiful Eyes finally settled on the man before her.
The man stood tall and lanky like a jade tree, arms crossed casually over his chest. Even in such a relaxed posture, he was still so handsome that she couldn't look away.
Moreover, seeing him reminded her of that perfectly toned body she had glimpsed earlier in the hot spring...
Ahhhhhh...
She couldn't think any further; if she did, she'd end up with a nosebleed again.
Le Yao Yao felt a surge of excitement in her heart. She quickly lowered her beautiful eyes, not daring to look at the man in front of her again, completely ignoring what he had just said.
Because Le Yao Yao was looking down, Leng Junyu did not see the expression on her face and was unaware that she was currently admiring his figure. Otherwise, he wouldn't know how to react.
Now, seeing that Le Yao Yao seemed lost in thought, his handsome brows furrowed slightly as he patiently spoke again.
"It's time to take your medicine!"
This time, Leng Junyu's voice was noticeably louder, pulling Le Yao Yao's thoughts back from her admiration of his perfect physique.
However, when Le Yao Yao finally understood what Leng Junyu had said, her delicate face lifted. She cautiously glanced at the man in front of her before finally directing her gaze to the medicine bowl beside her.
Looking at the dark, steaming concoction that was emitting wisps of smoke, her pretty little face scrunched up in disgust.
She hated drinking medicine more than anything else.
In the past, whenever she fell ill, even if they tried to give her an injection, she would rather die than drink that bitter traditional medicine.
Because once she drank that dark and bitter concoction, her mouth would taste awful for a long time afterward, making everything else tasteless.
So she was determined not to drink this bowl of medicine. However, she certainly wouldn’t say that out loud; after all, he was only concerned about her well-being. At worst, once he left, she could secretly pour it out.
Having made up her mind, Le Yao Yao put on a grateful expression and said to the man before her,
"Thank you, Your Highness. I'll wait for the medicine to cool down a bit before drinking it."
Le Yao Yao thought this would ensure that the cold-hearted man wouldn’t say anything further. To her surprise, the outcome was somewhat unexpected.
"The medicine has already cooled."
From the fleeting look of disdain in Le Yao Yao's eyes, Leng Junyu could tell what was on her mind.
Thus, he persisted in speaking.
Although his tone remained calm, there was an undeniable insistence in it, as if he would wait her out until she drank the medicine.
Le Yao Yao felt somewhat speechless at his attitude.
Why was he so insistent on making her take the medicine!?
It was far too bitter; she would rather die than drink it.
As these thoughts raced through her mind, Le Yao Yao wore a face of surprise and gratitude, almost on the verge of tears for Leng Junyu.
"Thank you, Your Highness, for caring so much for this servant. I will definitely serve you well in the future. As for this medicine, you need not worry; I will drink it shortly..."
Le Yao Yao was a master at acting, and she portrayed her grateful expression to perfection. Her words were as sweet as honey, hoping to coax this living devil into leaving so she could pour the medicine out.
After all, not only did the medicine look dark and unappealing, but just having it beside her made her stomach churn at the mere scent.
Taking medicine was something she despised!
As Le Yao Yao continued to think this way, her beautiful eyes blinked eagerly, wishing for him to leave quickly.
However, when faced with this unpredictable and astute living devil, her hopes often fell flat.
The Living Yama did not leave; instead, he took a step closer to her.
As he approached, his tall figure completely blocked the light in front of Le Yao Yao.
Le Yao Yao felt an invisible pressure surging towards her, making her feel quite overwhelmed!
What on earth did this man want to do!?
As Leng Junyu drew nearer, Le Yao Yao blinked her bright eyes, filled with confusion and doubt.
Facing the bewilderment of the Little One on the bed, Leng Junyu did not speak immediately. Instead, he elegantly picked up the bowl of lukewarm medicinal soup and slowly brought it to Le Yao Yao's lips.
"Put away your little thoughts; don't make me say it a third time."
This time, Leng Junyu's tone was noticeably tinged with anger.
After all, when one is sick, they must take medicine. Especially for someone as delicate as him, with a weak constitution, how could he refuse to drink it? Did he not want to live!?
With a simmering anger in his heart, Leng Junyu's narrow Cold Eyes were fixed intently on the Little One in front of him.
He noticed that the Little One was wearing clothes from a few years ago—clothes he had worn when he was only fourteen or fifteen, when his body had not fully developed and he had been quite slender.
To his surprise, this little eunuch was even smaller than him. The white Silk Robe draped over him made it look as if a child had stolen an adult's clothing.
Even the sleeves were rolled up several times, and the robe hung loosely on him. The sight was somewhat comical yet undeniably adorable!
However, no matter how cute the Little One was, if he didn’t behave and listen, it would still be infuriating.
As Leng Junyu scrutinized Le Yao Yao, she was taken aback by his actions and cold words.
What did he mean by that!?
Could it be that his eyes had some sort of x-ray vision, allowing him to see her innermost thoughts? That was terrifying!
Le Yao Yao felt a twinge of fear, her beautiful eyes wide with shock.
However, when she saw the living embodiment of the underworld holding out the medicine while casting a dark, unwavering gaze at her, it was a look that left no room for refusal.
Moreover, the warning in his tone was unmistakable.
At his words, Le Yao Yao felt a tingling sensation at the back of her head. She couldn't help but resent this living embodiment of the underworld.
Although he meant well, it was truly distressing to be forced to do something she despised so much.
Especially with that bowl of bitter medicine in front of her, wafting its unpleasant aroma that made her nose scrunch up in disgust.
If she could, she would have run away. But looking up at the grim face of the living embodiment of the underworld, she realized she didn’t have the courage…
So, Le Yao Yao trembled as she reached out with both hands to take the bowl of medicine from Leng Junyu. Then, gathering her resolve like a warrior charging into battle, she tilted her head back and gulped it down.
The bitter liquid poured down her throat, and the sensation was so painful it was beyond description.
Moreover, as soon as the bitter medicine hit her stomach, an overwhelming urge to vomit surged within her.
Wuwu, it’s really so bitter!
After Le Yao Yao finally managed to finish that bowl of medicinal soup, her delicate features twisted into a painful expression, resembling a flower in distress.
At this moment, she felt an overwhelming urge to die...
However, compared to Le Yao Yao's suffering, she was unaware that her current appearance was clearly amusing the man in front of her.
Looking down at Little One's tightly furrowed brows, filled with such anguish and pain, and recalling how she had just drunk the medicine as if it were poison, he couldn't help but chuckle.
And really, was the medicine that bitter!?
Leng Junyu felt puzzled. Yet, as he watched her face contorted in pain, he found it amusing and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh. He then gently stuffed the honey he had prepared earlier into Le Yao Yao's mouth.
Originally feeling like she wanted to die from the bitterness, Le Yao Yao suddenly felt something sweet being shoved into her mouth. Before she could react to what it was, she realized it was incredibly sweet—sweet enough to wash away the bitterness lingering in her mouth. After a moment of surprise, she immediately began to chew eagerly.
Once she finished chewing, she was astonished to discover that it was indeed a piece of honey.
However, what surprised her the most was that the one who had given her the honey was none other than this cold-faced living hell!
How could he have honey on him?! Did he originally love honey, or was this honey specially prepared for her!?
With these questions swirling in her mind, Le Yao Yao looked up and caught sight of the slight blush on the handsome face of the living hell before her.
It was somewhat awkward and... cute...
Hehe...
The Living Yama actually blushed...
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