Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 49

Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Xue Yu buried his head in the quilt and shut himself in.

His ears were steaming and his head kept thinking about what happened during the day. When he thought about how the man helped him, he even curled up his legs in embarrassment.

He could have taken medicine, and those people were going to get it. He would be fine after drinking the medicine, so why did Yunkang do that? He was an emperor after all. When he recalled that he had served a mermaid, wouldn't he be so angry that he killed him?

Xue Yu was so depressed that he ignored the emperor, who was bowed to by everyone, when he called him from outside. He stayed in bed, thinking about dying.

Yunkang called out several times but got no response, so he took action. He pinched a corner of the silkworm quilt and lifted the airtight quilt a little. The little mermaid's hand was exposed, as delicate as an egg custard, and covered with hot sweat after being kept there for a long time.

"I don't want to eat, let me be quiet." Xue Yu's numb voice came from inside.

Yunkang didn't give him a chance to escape. He held his fair wrist and said in an unclear tone, "Do you want me to drag you, or do you want to get up on your own?"

The man frowned slightly and used force with his hands in a threatening manner. The effect was significant. Xue Yu hesitated for a while, then poked out a small face that was whiter than snow from the quilt. The corners of his eyes were stained red, and there was a kind of elusive charm when he looked at people.

He met Yunkang's dark eyes. The man looked calm, showing no signs of abnormality. Instead, he was annoyed the whole afternoon. Xue Yu was depressed and couldn't help but said sarcastically, "Your Majesty, don't you have anything else to do? You stay in the bedroom all the time, aren't you afraid of gossip?"

Yunkang raised his eyebrows slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips. It was unclear whether it was because of the crisp call of "Your Majesty" or for other reasons. He smiled and said, "I am in my own territory, why should I be afraid of other people's gossip?"

Xue Yu said, "You neglect government affairs and only care about idleness. They will call you a tyrant behind your back."

"Whoever dares to say that, I will chop off their heads." The man smiled playfully, as if he could really do it. "But you, I served you three meals, but you didn't eat once. When I lose my patience, I might chop off your head too."

Although he was smiling, there was an unmistakable sinisterness in his voice.

Xue Yu was startled by the man's hypocritical appearance. His rosy lips parted slightly, like a cat that was frightened by a stone. He stared at Yunkang for a long time with wide eyes, then reluctantly took the bowl of soup, drank two sips, and asked, "Where's Cen Guixuan?"

"I even wrote down his name." Yunkang looked at him dimly, answering the question irrelevantly. Seeing that Xue Yu stopped drinking the soup, he slowly looked outside and said, "I just fined him 300 strokes of the cane, and he is still kneeling outside."

Xue Yu: “……?”

Suppressing his shock, he drank a few more mouthfuls of soup under the emperor's oppressive gaze to fill his stomach. His face turned pink, and seeing the man's expression relieved a little, he boldly asked, "Can I ask why?"

Yunkang tightened his lips and said, half-seriously and half-falsely, "As my servant, he has been in and out of such a dirty place and brought shame to me. I will beat him to serve as a warning to others so that they won't do it again next time."