Not long after Ying Zheng left, Qin Song, who had been chained for three days, was finally able to find a cell to sleep in. When he was put down, Qin Song felt that his arms were no longer his own. The pain from his wrists was nothing to him.
Qin Song, who thought he could escape from prison, was awakened by the itchiness all over his body. He subconsciously reached out to scratch his wrists, but his wrists were tightened again and he heard the sound of iron chains clanking again.
Did he get hung up again?
Qin Song opened his eyes and saw the bed's ceiling, which was engraved with exquisite patterns, as well as layers of bed curtains. He was lying on the bed, refreshed. His wounds had been treated, his body had been washed, and even his hair was emitting the fragrance of locust.
If his wrists weren't chained to the head of the bed, this treatment was pretty good.
"Young Master, you're awake?" A petite girl with a round face and big eyes came in with a bowl of medicine. She smiled and said, "The doctor also said that you should wake up around this time, so this servant went to boil some medicine. Oh right, Young Master can call this servant Little Peach. "
She put down the bowl of medicine and pushed Qin Song's head higher. She said, "Young Master had a fever last night, so this is the medicine prescribed by the doctor. Come, this servant will feed you. "
It was now the cold of spring. Qin Song was tossed around in his thin clothes for so long and was even splashed with water. It would be strange if he didn't fall sick. He frowned and asked, "Where is this place?"
Little Peach said in surprise, "This is the palace. Young Master, you don't know? Oh right, Young Master was sick last night and was in a daze … "
She smiled sweetly and said, "Yesterday, the king personally arranged for you. Young Master, please be sure to treat your injuries … This servant has been here for three or four years, but I've never seen the king so attentive to anyone!"
Qin Song didn't comment and drank two mouthfuls from Little Peach's hand. He frowned. She fed him two mouthfuls with a spoon, and she had to wipe the corner of his mouth. How long was she going to feed him? He would rather be held by the neck and forced to drink medicine like this.
Just as he was about to ask for another method, Little Peach's eyes turned red when she saw his frown. She panicked and said, "S-sorry, it's all this servant's fault, this servant …"
Before she could finish her sentence, a soft chuckle came from outside the door. There was a hint of doting in the voice. "What's wrong? You've just woken up and you're already throwing a tantrum?"
Qin Song felt his hair stand on end.
Ying Zheng, who was dressed in a black robe, pushed open the door and entered. He sat beside his bed and said, "Do you want me to feed you personally?"
Qin Song pulled the iron chain on his wrist and said with a faint smile, "I prefer to drink it myself."
Ying Zheng picked up the bowl of medicine and stirred it gently. He said softly, "People should be content with what they have, don't you think so?"
Qin Song didn't say anything. When Ying Zheng reached out the spoon, he opened his mouth and took it. He wanted to see if he would be the first to get impatient from drinking, or if that person would be the first to get impatient from feeding him.
Ying Zheng had never taken care of anyone in his life. After feeding him three or four times, he saw that the medicine in the bowl only dropped a tiny bit. He became a bit irritated. But when he saw that the youth was calm and unruffled, as if he had already expected him to be like this, he snorted coldly and continued.
The two of them didn't say anything and drank the bowl of medicine as if they were competing with each other. Qin Song didn't have any taste in his mouth. Ying Zheng also felt that his hand that was holding the tiny spoon had stiffened.
Only Little Peach stared blankly. The King treats my Young Master so well!
When he finally finished drinking, Qin Song let out a sigh of relief. But when he turned around, he saw Ying Zheng reaching out to wipe the corner of his mouth. He turned his head away in disgust.
"Are you still angry?" Ying Zheng smiled good-naturedly and raised his chin. "It's dipped in the medicine."
Qin Song couldn't count on his hand, and he didn't want to trouble Ying Zheng. He simply stuck out the tip of his tongue and gently licked it.
The action of sticking out one's tongue wasn't something that looked good for everyone. Children sticking out their little tongues were extremely cute. If it was a fat and wide tongue, it would only make people lose their appetite.
But the youth's tongue was thin and small, and its color was pink and tender. It deftly licked the tender and soft lips, leaving behind a seductive luster … Ying Zheng suddenly felt that his breathing was a bit irregular.
Qin Song turned his face to the side, turning the wound covered by the thin gauze towards Ying Zheng. If he didn't know his own limits, he would have given it a kick – how could there be such a beast in the world who would go into heat anytime, anywhere?!
Didn't they say that he had collected all kinds of beauties in the palace? Why did he look like he would be in heat at the sight of a sow?!
Ying Zheng frowned and took the tea that Little Peach offered. He slowly drank it and said, "This humble one has asked a godly doctor to take a look at your injury. Although I don't dare to say that it will completely disappear, it won't be a problem to treat most of it. It's just that the medicine is extremely numb and itchy. I was afraid that you would accidentally touch it, so I temporarily restricted your movements. When your injury is better, I will let you go. Don't think too much. "
How could Qin Song not hear the threat in Ying Zheng's words?
The injury on his face couldn't protect him for the rest of his life. Even if it couldn't be cured, as long as he could appear in front of people alive and kicking, this matter would naturally be considered over. As for what would happen in the future, wouldn't it be up to Ying Zheng to decide? Not to mention anything else, if he were to put him in the palace like this and pretend to be pampered, who would still believe that he was innocent? The scholars of the world would no longer see him as one of their own. In the future, no matter what Ying Zheng did to him, no one would stand up for him.
Qin Song sneered and said, "Your Majesty has to deal with a myriad of affairs every day, yet you still have to worry about the insignificant injury of a foreign official. It's really hard on you."
You are the dignified ruler of the most powerful country in the world, yet you have to put on a gentle and leisurely act just to frame me, a follower of a hostage of a country that has no weight to the world. You really have too much time on your hands.
After the scene in the prison, no matter what he said, Ying Zheng would always first think about it in his mind. He almost immediately understood what he meant. His expression became slightly solemn. Recently, he seemed to have put too much thought into this youth, and he didn't have the mood to enjoy himself like he used to.
Seeing this, Qin Song smiled faintly and said, "I don't know if Your Majesty has ever heard of a saying — if you tell a lie a thousand times, even you will believe it to be true. Your Majesty, please don't overdo your acting and become a joke."
Ying Zheng said, "I am willing to act with you. Shouldn't you be overjoyed?"
Wasn't this the reason why they, the so-called hostages, traveled thousands of miles to Western Qin?
Qin Song also didn't understand why he would suddenly run to Daqin. He pursed his lips and didn't say anything else.
Ying Zheng stood up and said, "I still have government affairs to attend to. I will come see you tomorrow."
He then said, "If there is anything you want to eat or play, just say it. Even if the palace doesn't have it, I will send someone to find it for you outside."
Qin Song didn't answer. Ying Zheng didn't care and turned to leave.
After sending off Ying Zheng, Little Peach patted her chest and finally felt alive. She said enviously, "Gongzi, the king is really good to you. Please don't be angry with the king anymore …"
Qin Song's face darkened and he didn't say anything. Little Peach hurriedly closed her mouth and said, "This servant will bring you some porridge."
*****
Ying Zheng, who said he would come tomorrow, didn't show his face for several days. Qin Song was happy with the peace and quiet. He ordered Little Peach to find some miscellaneous books to read. However, the iron chain around his wrist was too tight, so he could only sit and lie down and let Little Peach help him flip through the books. Qin Song became impatient after reading for half an hour. He asked Little Peach to help him find someone who could read.
Little Peach hesitated for a long time before she gathered her courage and reported it. Someone who could read would be an amazing person. How could they read for someone, especially someone of such status?
However, Ying Zheng's words still counted. Not long after, a maid who could read was sent over. However, the maid's voice was gentle and calm. Qin Song often fell asleep while listening to it.
Qin Song's sleep quality was very poor during this time. He didn't know what medicine Ying Zheng gave him, but his wounds felt like they were being gnawed by ants. He could endure it when he was awake, but when he fell asleep, he felt unbearably itchy all over his body.
It was also because he acted too naturally during the day. If Little Peach and Little Peach hadn't seen him frown and bite his lip in pain when he fell asleep, they would have thought that the Godly Physician's words were exaggerated.
That day, Qin Song was drowsy from listening to a travelogue. However, Little Peach happily came in to report, "Young Master, someone has come to see you!"
Qin Song was slightly stunned. He heard a familiar voice outside. The voice was warm and genial. "Qin Song, Her Highness and I have come to see you!"
When the two words "Her Highness" entered his ears, Qin Song felt his heart beating uncontrollably. He subconsciously got up, but was pulled back by the iron chain.
Qiu Yun lifted the curtain and saw his sorry appearance. Her heart ached. She lowered her head and pretended not to see, moving to the side to let the person behind her go first.
Qin Song was completely unaware. He looked at the person who came in and said, "Your Highness …"
Yi An was dressed in a white robe. Her skin was like jade, and her facial features were exquisite. Her temperament was cold to the point of being piercingly cold. After entering the room, she nodded and sat down on a chair in front of the bed. Her gaze swept over the iron chain in Qin Song's hands. She said, "The King Of Qin said that it would be more convenient to extend medical treatment in the palace. Once you've recovered, you'll be released back to the hostage residence … You can rest at ease and recuperate for now!"
Qin Song nodded and let Little Peach and the others go outside to wait on him. They chatted for a while. Qiu Yun hesitated for a moment before saying, "I heard that the injury on your face was caused by yourself …"
Qin Song replied with a hum.
Qiu Yun's lips moved slightly, but in the end, it turned into a sigh.
It was said that everyone had their own aspirations. In this world, there were people who were willing to endure humiliation to protect their country, and there were also people who would rather die than be humiliated … Who could say that someone's choice was wrong?
He and His Highness had suffered all kinds of humiliation, but looking at the King Of Qin's seemingly doting attitude, who dared to say that they would compromise just because they were wronged?
Qin Song had suffered torture and disfigured himself, but wasn't he still locked up in the harem? Who dared to say that he would rather die than submit?
The room fell silent for a moment. After a moment, Yi An said, "When this matter is over, you should go back to Da Chu. I'll report to Father in advance."
Qin Song was startled and raised his head, "Your Highness, I …"
He didn't know why, but he felt as if his entire person had been split in half. On one side, reason told him that it was right for him to go back, and it was the best for everyone. However, on the other side, there seemed to be a voice desperately screaming in his heart: What would happen to His Highness if he left? How could His Highness be left alone in this dangerous place to be bullied?
Yi An interrupted him and said, "It's decided. You don't have to say anymore … Qin Song, it's not suitable for you to stay here."
Then he said, "Rest well and recover. We'll come back to see you in a few days."
He got up and walked out.
Perhaps when Qin Song rose up to resist, they were no longer on the same side, and there was not much to say to each other.
In front of him, what kind of posture should he show? Angry at him for not seeing the big picture? Admiring him for not submitting to death? Or disliking him for being dirty and cowardly?
"Your Highness!" Qin Song stopped the two people who were about to leave and said with a bitter smile, "Your Highness, do you really think that what we're doing is meaningful?"
Yi An's hand that was about to lift the curtain stopped, but he didn't turn around.
Qin Song said, "We came to Daqin because we didn't want to go to war. But now, are we really the ones who are afraid of war?"
Yi An's breath quickened. Qin Song continued, "People need to digest what they eat, and it's the same for countries … Daqin destroyed three countries. The people of those three countries haven't given in yet, and their territories are still not peaceful. They need to guard and pacify their territories, and they also need to prevent the Northern Qi from taking the opportunity to invade the south … Daqin seems to be at its peak now, but in fact, it's at its weakest. Shouldn't they be the ones who are afraid of war now?"
"The King Of Qin was able to destroy three countries in one breath. How can he be a mediocre person? Who knows if he's pretending to be addicted to war to stall for time? Once he stabilizes his territory, he'll wipe us out in one fell swoop?" Qin Song said, "Your Highness, we're entangled with the King Of Qin here. Are we entangled with him, or is he entangled with us …"
"Shut up! Shut up! " Yi An shouted. His chest rose and fell violently, and his hand that was holding the curtain trembled slightly. After a while, he gradually calmed down and lifted the curtain without saying a word.
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