However, because Ling'er fainted due to blood loss, the scene was still gloomy.
In the bedroom filled with the fragrance of orchids, Emperor Shi Tian had a solemn expression on his face.
The narrow and long almond-shaped eyes had lost their former wisdom and became dark and gloomy.
Several hours have passed since Ling'er fainted in the morning, but there is still no sign of waking up.
"Little thing, are you blaming me, so you don't want to wake up?" Although the beautiful face was covered with scars, it did not affect its beauty at all.
After Ling'er fainted, Di Shitian immediately carried her back to his bedroom.
Because Ling'er had once told him that she had a special physique and that the imperial physician must not touch her unless it was absolutely necessary.
Therefore, Emperor Shi Tian did not summon the imperial physician.
He just stayed like this, guarding her all the time without moving.
For the first time, he felt extremely regretful for not knowing medical skills.
"Your Majesty, please let me help you treat your wound first." Bai Tian knelt on the ground with a teacup on his head and his back straight.
He has been kneeling ever since Ling'er fainted.
It was because of his negligence that the little princess learned about the king's illness, and eventually, caused the little princess to faint.
He accepted the king's punishment willingly.
However, several hours have passed and the king has not eaten or drunk anything, nor treated his wounds. How can this be tolerated
"Your Majesty, the little princess loves you so much. If she wakes up and sees you like this, she will definitely be very sad."
The little princess is the king's life, so if one wants to persuade the king, one can only start with the little princess.
Sure enough, as soon as Bai Tian finished speaking, Di Shi Tian's gray eyes immediately lit up.
"Do you love me?" The tone was indifferent, as if he was talking to himself. The obvious uncertainty in his tone could be heard even in the daytime.
The king has always been confident and proud, and never fights a battle without confidence. When has he ever felt so hesitant and fearful
It seems that he really loves the little princess.
"Of course the little princess loves you. Your Majesty, you don't know how sadly the little princess cried when she saw you taking effect from the poison."
If that's not love, then he doesn't know what love is.
"So, Your Majesty, you should take care of your wounds and change into clean clothes. Who knows, the little princess might wake up."
"Okay!" He blurted out without thinking.
As soon as he heard that the little thing could wake up, he immediately agreed.
Bai Tian got up, put the teacup aside, then took out the medicine and a clean robe and prepared them for Di Shi Tian.
"No need, I'll do it myself, you can leave now."
As soon as Bai Tian reached out his hand, the voice of Emperor Shi Tian was heard, "Yes, Your Majesty."
He bowed and saluted, then left the hall.
The magnificent hall was filled with smoke, and the curling smoke outlined a hazy image.
With his tall and slender figure, he seemed aloof from the world, as if a noble god had strayed into the mortal world. Everything in the secular world seemed incompatible with him.
Dark eyebrows, narrow eyes, high nose, sexy lips, every detail of the body is carefully carved and perfect.
He untied the jade belt and took off his upper garment, exposing his chest.
The breeze blew by, silver threads fluttered, and a few strands scattered on his chest, adding a touch of charm to him.
The big hands with distinct joints picked up the medicine bottle and applied the medicine very skillfully.
After all, after so many years, how can I not be skilled...
Where is this
She felt like she was in a dark world, gloomy everywhere and without a trace of life.
Damn it, shouldn't she be in the Imperial Palace
"Do you love me?" The voice was cold and domineering, but different from the gentleness of Emperor Shitian.
Who is speaking
"If you don't love me, you must die!" The violent, angry, almost screaming voice echoed in my ears.
Damn it, who is talking
Ling'er struggled, trying desperately to see clearly, but her vision seemed to be obscured by something, and she could see nothing but darkness.
"You must love me, you must love me!"
"No... Don't... I don't love you... I don't want to love you..."
Ling'er closed her eyes, as if she had dreamed of something terrible.
Crystal clear sweat continued to seep out of his smooth forehead, his little head kept shaking, and even his body showed slight signs of struggle.
"No... don't..."
Hearing the noise on the bed, Di Shitian's face froze slightly and he turned around immediately.
"Little thing? Little thing? Wake up, are you having a nightmare?"
Seeing her painful appearance, Di Shitian gently shook her body.
“Don’t… Don’t…”
"little things?"
Finally, Ling'er opened her eyes.
This time when he woke up, there was no confusion or vigilance in his purple eyes. Instead, they were filled with tears.
The mist was hazy, swirling in my eye sockets, and it seemed like it would fall out if I blinked.
The dream just now felt too real to her.
She always felt that the cold voice was familiar.
It was strange that she had such a dream.
Although I woke up, the heart-wrenching feeling was still there.
"Little thing, what's wrong with you?"
Emperor Shitian noticed Ling'er's strangeness. This little thing is not a fragile person and will not cry easily.
Hearing this familiar voice, Ling'er gradually came back to her senses.
The ethereal eyes narrowed and fixed on this familiar face.
"Tiantian..." The little hand reached out unconsciously and touched his face.
The scar on his lips was still there, because he had been staying with Ling'er without eating or drinking, so his lips were cracked and bleeding.
His clothes were half-undressed, his upper body was almost naked, his eight abdominal muscles were clearly visible and covered with scars.
Some are newly added, some have scabbed over, and some are from long ago with only faint marks left.
The little hands involuntarily touched every scar on his body.
These were the most painful memories of his past, which he had endured bit by bit since he was a child.
Tears slid silently, wetting the embroidered pillow.
"Don't cry, little thing. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have been so mean to you!"
Ling'er suddenly stretched out her hands and wrapped them around Di Shitian's neck.
This fool, did she think she wouldn't understand
He yelled at her like that because he cared about her too much.
He would rather bleed and feel pain than let her worry for even a minute.
How could this man pamper her and protect her like this
Today, he is still apologizing. (To be continued)