Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 55

⚠️ Mention of abuse

An idea was about to pop out in his head, but he couldn't ask.

He is a minister and Yunkang is the king. Asking him would be disrespectful.

Cen Guixuan forced himself to look away and focus back on the emperor in front of him, but failed. His mind was almost uncontrollably wondering, what on earth did Xue Yu and Yunkang do?

If one hand is like this, what about the other parts? Will it be worse?

He thought of several possibilities impatiently, and when he thought that Xue Yu might have taken the initiative, he pursed his lips.

Yunkang had already thought of a way to discipline the little prince. He raised his eyelids and looked at Cen Guixuan, who was nodding his head in silence, and ordered, "Go and tell him that I will check on his training at the end of this month. If it is unbearable, I will teach him personally starting from next month."

The little prince is lawless and is most afraid of his elder brother. He always takes his elder brother's words as the golden rule.

Cen Guixuan bowed, but his face did not show the slightest sign of relief, and whispered, "Yes."

Yunkang nodded and said, "Go out and ask the people outside to clean up these things."

He was referring to the leftover lunch on the table. Cen Guixuan had just been wondering why the dishes tasted so different from Yunkang's. Now that he thought about it, the lunch was not prepared for Yunkang at all.

Cen Guixuan pursed his lips again, which turned pale. He bowed and stepped back. Before leaving the hall, he glanced at the bed.

The lunch was taken away by the servant without much touching, and a bowl of slightly cold medicinal food was left behind.

Yunkang sighed and strode to the bedside, wanting to wake the person up to take medicine. He lifted the quilt, and just as he uttered a word, his expression suddenly paused.

Some people are born with a weak tolerance for alcohol, like Xue Yu. He cannot drink any alcohol at all, as he falls asleep very quickly if he do.

He can fall asleep even when he's so bored.

His eyes were tightly closed, his eyelashes were too long, sweat was beading on his forehead, his hair was wet and stuck to his clear face, his unripe lips were kissed by him until they were ripe, the swollen lips rubbed against his quilt, and large wafts of suppressed fragrance emanated from them.

Yunkang looked at him for a while, then reluctantly helped Xue Yu cover the quilt again, then hugged him up under the quilt and lay comfortably on the pillow.

It is clearly his territory, but his table is used for others to eat and his bed is used for others to sleep. He can only use his table when he does not need it.

Yunkang was silent for a few seconds, then returned to the imperial desk and opened the scroll to read it again.

Xue Yu slept soundly and woke up at 3 p.m. As soon as he woke up, he clearly felt changes in two parts of his body. First, his mouth hurt, and then he seemed to be able to slowly control the shape of his legs.

"Awake?" Yunkang glanced over. His lips had faded. He straightened his clothes and seemed to be going out. "The medicine has just been heated up. Drink it before coming back."

Xue Yu nodded sleepily, moved the quilt away, got up and put on his shoes, walked over slowly and picked up the medicine to drink. Yunkang had to meet a minister later, so he didn't stay long after drinking it and returned to his own palace.