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Not long after Qin Yue left,
Qin Song, who had been hanging on a chain for three days, could finally find a cell to sleep in.
When he was put down, Qin Song felt that his arms were no longer his own. The pain of his wrists was nothing.
Qin Song, who thought that he could get out of prison, was woken up by the itch all over his body.
He subconsciously reached out to scratch.
However, his wrists tightened again.
He heard the sound of iron chains clashing again.
Could it be that he was hung up again?
Qin Song opened his eyes.
He saw the top of the bed, which was carved with exquisite patterns.
And layers of bed curtains. He was lying on the bed, refreshed. His wounds had been treated, and his body had been washed. Even his hair was emitting the fragrance of locust.
If he didn't count his wrists that were chained to the head of the bed.
This treatment was not bad.
"Young Master,
You're awake? "She had a round face and big eyes.
A petite girl came in with a bowl of medicine.
She smiled and said, "The doctor also said that he woke up around this time.
So I went to boil the medicine. Oh right.
Young Master can call me Little Peach. "
She put down the medicine bowl and raised Qin Song's head. "Young Master had a fever last night.
This is the medicine prescribed by the doctor. Come.
I'll feed you. "
It was the cold of spring.
Qin Song had been tormented for so long in his unlined clothes.
He had even been splashed with water. It would be strange if he wasn't sick. He frowned and asked, "Where is this place?"
Little Peach said in surprise, "This is the palace. Young Master, don't you know? Yes, Young Master was sick yesterday and was in a daze. "
She smiled sweetly and said, "Yesterday, the King personally arranged for you. Young Master, please be sure to cure your injuries. I've been here for three to four years, but I've never seen the King treat anyone so carefully!"
Qin Song didn't express his opinion. He took two sips from Little Peach's hand and frowned. 'She's feeding me with such a tiny spoon, yet she still has to wipe the corner of my mouth. How long will she take to feed me?' He would rather be forced to drink medicine by someone who was holding his neck.
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.
Qin Yue, 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."
Qin Yue picked up the bowl of medicine and stirred it gently. He said softly, "One should be content with what one has, don't you think so?"
Qin Song didn't say anything. Qin Yue stretched out the spoon and he opened his mouth to take 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.
Qin Yue 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 little irritated. However, when he saw that the youth was calm and unruffled, as if he had 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. Qin Yue also felt that the hand holding the tiny spoon was stiff.
Little Peach was the only one who stared blankly. The king treats my young master so well!
When he finally finished drinking, Qin Song let out a sigh of relief. However, when he turned around, he saw Qin Yue stretch out his finger to wipe the corner of his mouth. He turned his head away in disgust.
"Are you still angry?" Qin Yue smiled good-naturedly and raised his chin to indicate, "It's dipped in the medicine."
Qin Song couldn't be counted on, and he didn't want to trouble Qin Yue. He simply stuck out the tip of his tongue and gently licked it.
Sticking out one's tongue wasn't something that everyone looked good doing. Children sticking out their tongues was extremely cute. If it was a fat and wide tongue, it would only make people lose their appetite.
However, the tip of the youth's tongue was thin and small, with a pink color. It deftly licked the tender and soft lips, leaving behind an enticing luster … Qin Yue suddenly felt that it was a bit difficult to breathe.
Qin Song tilted his face and turned the thin gauze covering his wound to Qin Yue. If he didn't know his place, he would've kicked him. How could there be such a beast in the world who would be in heat at any time and place?!
Didn't they say that he collected all kinds of beauties in the palace? Why did he look like he would be in heat at the sight of a sow?!
Qin Yue frowned and took the tea offered by Little Peach. He slowly drank it and said, "This humble one has asked a godly doctor to take a look at your wound. 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'm afraid that you'll accidentally touch it, so I'm temporarily restricting your movements. When you're better, I'll let you go. Don't think too much. "
How could Qin Song not hear the threat in Qin Yue's words?
The wound 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 Qin Yue to decide? Not to mention anything else, if he were to be placed in the palace like this and put on a show of pampering, who would 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 Qin Yue did to him, no one would stand up for him.
Qin Song sneered and said, "Your Majesty is so busy every day, yet you still have to worry about the trivial injury of a foreign official. It's really hard on you."
You're the dignified ruler of the most powerful country in the world, yet you've wronged yourself to put on a show of gentleness just to frame me, a follower of a country's hostage who 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, Qin Yue would always think about it in his mind. He almost immediately understood what he meant. His expression became slightly serious. Recently, he seemed to have put too much thought into this young man, and he didn't have the mood to amuse himself like he did in the past.
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."
Qin Yue said, "I'm 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.
Qin Yue stood up and said, "I still have government affairs. I'll come see you tomorrow."
He then said, "If there's anything you want to eat or play, just say it. Even if the palace doesn't have it, I'll send someone to find it for you outside."
Qin Song didn't reply, and Qin Yue didn't care. He turned and left.
After sending off Qin Yue, Little Peach patted her chest and finally felt alive. She said enviously, "Young master, the king is really good to you. Please don't fight 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 porridge."
*****
Qin Yue, who said he would come tomorrow, didn't show up for several days. Qin Song was happy with the peace and quiet. He ordered Little Peach to find some miscellaneous books for him 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 find him a literate person to read.
Little Peach hesitated for a long time before she gathered her courage and reported it. A literate person would be an amazing person. How could they read for someone, especially someone of such status?
However, Qin Yue still kept his word. Not long after, he really sent a literate maidservant over. However, the maidservant's voice was gentle and calm. Qin Song often fell asleep while listening to her.
Qin Song's sleep quality was very poor. He didn't know what medicine Qin Yue 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 had acted too naturally during the day. If Xiao Tao and the other two hadn't seen him frowning and biting his lips in pain when he slept, they would have thought that the Godly Doctor's words were too exaggerated.
That day, Qin Song was drowsy from listening to a travelogue when 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 from outside. The voice was warm and genial, "Qin Song, Her Highness and I have come to see you!"
When the words "Her Highness" entered Qin Song's ears, he felt his heart beating uncontrollably. He subconsciously got up, but was pulled down by the iron chain and fell back down.
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, "Her Highness …"
Yi An was dressed in a white robe. Her skin was like jade, her facial features were exquisite, and her temperament was cold to the point of being piercingly cold. After entering, 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 and said, "The King Of Qin said that it is convenient to extend medical treatment in the palace. Once you have recovered, you will be released back to the hostage residence … Rest well!"
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 and said, "I heard that the injury on your face was caused by yourself …"
Qin Song responded 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 Her Highness had suffered all kinds of humiliation, but looking at the King Of Qin's seemingly doting but actually disrespectful attitude, who would dare to say that they would compromise just because they were wronged?
Qin Song had endured torture and self-disfigured himself, but wasn't he still locked up in the harem? Who would dare to say that he would rather die than submit?
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