Heartburn

"His Royal Highness, you have just recovered from a serious illness, why don't you have a good rest?" Her voice was different from the gorgeous appearance, and it was extraordinarily gentle. I think she loves this body very much.

Unable to guess her intentions, I can only choose to remain silent.

Unexpectedly, my reaction was regarded as silent resistance by her. Her tone immediately softened, as if she was coaxing a stubborn child: "Your Majesty is not willful. If you get better soon, I promise you to let it go. With that Jiang Guard, let her play with you, okay?"

——Jiang Wei...who is it?

Play with me?

Grab the keywords, but I don't have a clue.

But I think it should have something to do with Kuang Xihan's death...find it out if you have a chance.

"...Okay." I nodded, and lay back on the bed with her support. She took a warm towel and wiped my face and neck, even though her strength was really stronger than that of Xiao Cicada. It’s a bit heavier. It’s not a torture for Kuang Xihan’s delicate skin that can be broken by a bomb, but I can feel the true love in her focused eyes-just because of this, it makes me The reason for clenching his teeth and insisting on not saying a word.

"Where is Cicada?" When she covered the quilt for me, lit the soothing incense, and pulled down the bed net to leave, I finally couldn't help but whispered.

"He didn't serve well, I've sent someone to drag him away." The middle-aged woman's eyes were cold-even though I knew it was for the "badly served" Cicada, she still felt a palpitation in her heart.

——Since ancient times, the subtext to be dragged away is not to end well.

After thinking about it, I still can't bear to ruin my life with such a young child. I tentatively said: "I want him to serve."

Unexpectedly, she just sighed helplessly, as if she wanted to touch my hair, but she stretched out her hand as if she was wondering about something, and finally took it back: "Since your Royal Highness insists, then I will send someone to take him. Come back—just one thing, if he doesn’t serve well anymore, and his Highness becomes tired and his condition worsens, I will never be merciful!"

She waved her hand, and a woman in thin samurai armor next to her immediately leaned over and walked out quickly-I only noticed that the women standing next to her were all wearing thin black armor. , Tall and sturdy people, all of them have firm eyes and solemn faces, that kind of military temperament, I have only seen a handful of veterans.

——Are these people the guards of the palace?

How does it look more like a battle-tested fighter?

Before long, Xiao Chan was brought in.

To be precise, it was dragged in by the guard in thin armor.

His hair is a bit messy, his eyes are red, and his cheeks still have traces of crying. When he saw me and the middle-aged woman, the dread flashes in his eyes, which immediately converged on those cold peach eyes. Invisible, as if being frightened by a more terrifying existence and having to hide the original fear.

I can't help but blame myself: maybe it was my wilful act that killed him.

"Serve carefully, and then what's wrong... You should know my methods." Coldly warning the conniving little cicada kneeling on the bed, the middle-aged woman gave me a gentle look at last, leading the guards. Left my room.

Judging from the extra traces of the shadows at the door, she should have left a few people as guards-probably because I was worried that I would insist on going outside despite her persuasion.

I know that there are at least a dozen attendants who are indistinguishable from Xiao Chan waiting for my dispatch outside this room, but no one dared to make a sound, so quiet as to hear the movement of a needle falling.

This made me subconsciously lowered my voice and called Xiao Cicada closer: "Come here."

He raised his head timidly and glanced at me, walked a few steps with his knees to the side of my bed, through the hanging net, lowered his head again, and responded softly, seeming to be waiting for my order—I don’t see it. He was clear on his face, but he could feel his tension.

I sighed silently, a little guilty: "Are you... okay?"

"The slave is okay, thank your Highness for your concern." The young boy's soft voice was trembling, and he taught me that he couldn't bear it, but he didn't know what to do to reduce the harm to him, let alone make up for it. It's almost impossible to guarantee.

"What's the identity of the middle-aged woman just now?" I asked softly, staring at the carved dragon on the top of the bed.

"That one is Master Yan Ke, the steward of the palace, and the leader of the palace's guards," he paused, then seemed to add casually, "you used to call her Aunt Ke."

——It seems that Kwong Xihan's legacy memory can give me some hints in terms of the general background frame and character information.

But... Aunt Ke?

According to my original idea, I would say "Housekeeper Yan". Fortunately, I didn't call it without permission.

This also means that in some details and intricate emotional relationships, I can only slowly explore on my own.

If this is the case, then I won't be able to contact her frequently in the future, at least until I can adapt to Kuang Xihan's identity... so as not to show up and kill her.

"Xiao Cicada, I, huh, what kind of person was this king before?" After thinking about it, I didn't care about the danger of being suspected by him. Anyway, it's hard for him not to doubt it anyway. Continue to ask.

The young man outside the gauze tent seemed to gasp. I could feel his deathly silence, as if my question caused a huge wave in his heart, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

"Let's talk about it, this king will not pursue it." I quickly softened my voice and soothed.

"Xiao Chan didn't dare to make a rash decision, but the scribes in Feng Pavilion praised you for being mad and unruly." After thinking for a long time, he finally said this sentence that could barely be regarded as a compliment.

I nodded, a little disapproving-how can I get mad with this sickly and weak body?

Thinking of what Aunt Naka said earlier, I asked again: "Why is this king lying in bed this time? Who is Jiang Guard?"

"This... Xiaochan doesn't know." His reaction didn't seem like he didn't know anything.

"I don't know, or I don't want to say it?" I deliberately lowered my voice, intending to scare him, "You know what happened to my king."

——Although I don't remember how Kwong Xihan punished her servants, I guessed from Xiao Chan's trembling shoulders that she should not be a lenient and kind master.

It was just an understatement, but it made him tremble on the ground, smashing his head like garlic: "The slave servant deserves to die! Please forgive the prince! The slave servant deserves to die! The slave servant deserves to die..."

"Okay, okay, this king didn't say to kill you!" I quickly lifted the veil and wanted to support him, but unexpectedly this body was so weak that I got up so badly, my eyes were dark, and I almost fainted. In the past, "You, you get up first!"

Struggling to squeeze out these words, I plunged back into the soft bed, stroking my chest and panting.

"His Royal Highness?" He also noticed my fault. He stopped and kowtowed for mercy, grabbed the edge of the bed nervously, and wanted to open the veil to check my condition, but he didn't dare to move at will. He could only tentatively. Call me softly.

After breathing for a while, I felt the depressive suffocation dissipated a lot, and when my heart was relieved, I hummed leisurely and waved my hand to indicate that I was OK.

He also had a wink, knowing that he could no longer stand up to me, for fear that he wouldn't be able to catch my breath after making me angry, he simply knelt and straightened up, and said: "Listen to the brothers who served in the front yard. That Jiang Guard was originally the guard by His Majesty the Emperor. You asked to be your own guard a few days ago. It made you blue-eyed and pampered. You stayed around for a moment. You and Jiang Guard were in Yongle Hall that day. ...... Having fun, but you suddenly fainted, Master Yan invited an imperial doctor, and you didn't wake up until yesterday.

——His unnatural pause when he said the word "play" gave me bad associations.

"Where is Yongletang? Where is Guard Jiang now?" I decided to ask in a roundabout way.

"Yongletang is the place where you usually...and your servants..." About his deliberately ambiguous words, I don't have to try to guess it, it won't be a good word, and his stubborn tone afterwards, even more Let me be disgusted with Kuang Xihan's personality, "Jiang Huwei... slave maid heard that since you were in a coma, Master Yan sent someone to watch her, and she should still be locked up in Yongle Hall, waiting for your disapproval."

"...The king wants to see her." I licked my lips, and suddenly the idea of ​​wanting to see each other immediately came up-this Jiang Weiwei, may be the last person to see Kuang Xihan, maybe she will know what happened .

"The prince atonement! Master Yan has ordered that you cannot leave this room until you are well taken care of." He raised the volume all of a sudden, as if to attract the attention of the guards outside the house-I'm sure, just now." The door lock sound of "click" is not my auditory hallucination.

"..." I turned over and buried my face in the thick and smooth quilt. I was restrained everywhere, and even my personal freedom was deprived. The prince Kuang Xihan was really useless.

So, if I inherited her body, will I become the canary in a cage like her?

But no matter how irritated and disappointed I am, the status quo cannot be improved in one moment or three.

All I can do is just accept it.