Edited by Asa
The Royal Doctor was panting when he arrived from the Royal School, only to see Liu Yi at the front gate. Afraid that the emperor was going to be mad, he couldn't help but feel nervous. Carefully walking over, "Chief Liu, I have arrived late, is His Majesty upset?"
Li Yi shook his head, "His Majesty isn't upset..." without waiting for the doctor's reaction, he continued: "In my opinion, His Majesty is just extremely angry. I can't guarantee if you were to go in now, you won't be punished."
The doctor's heart dropped, he then nodded in a hurry, carefully walking in. All the servants in the chamber were ordered to leave. Behind the curtain on his majesty's bed sat two shadows. The Royal Doctor carefully walked closer, "Your Majesty, I was too late when I arrived at the Royal School, please forgive me."
"Seems like the Royal doctor's age has caught up to him, his legs aren't working well anymore. Should I help you remove them?"
Behind the curtains, Qi Xutian's voice didn't have much emotion. He carried Qi Mingyue in his arms, who had already fainted from the bloodloss. Carefully caressing his face that has lost color, "Nevermind, It'd be a shame to see you without legs. How about I make you disappear? So I won't have filth in my sight anymore."
Even through the curtain, the doctor could still feel the energy of those words. With eyes as cold as ice and a certain murderous intent, he knelt on the ground immediately, "Your Majesty please forgive me this once, I..."
"Father...." Qi Mingyue suddenly spoke in a soft voice, just awoken from the noise, "It's noisy, what's going on?"
Hearing that, the Royal Doctor realized the chills on him, and continued to beg for his life, "Your Majesty, the distance between the Royal Hospital is a bit far from the Royal School. It is also true that I am getting older, my legs are not working as well. Please consider my dedication in this palace for all these years..."
Qi Mingyue looked at the man that held him, "You're going to kill someone over this small matter?"
"Small matter? I'm worried sick, look, you've bled so much. And that injury on your head, I'm not even sure when the scar is going to go away," his concerned voice turned cold, "if the doctor's legs were better of use, MingEr wouldn't have to suffer so much, and I would also worry less. Therefore, this crime that the Royal Doctor has committed isn't small. Why would MingEr consider this as a small matter?"
"Enough," hearing the long chain of words he just said, Qi Mingyue's headache worsened, lying back down on his body, "I'm fine, let him go."
The Royal Doctor trembled in fear as he knelt, not daring to raise his head, hearing Qi Xutian's voice: "Since MingEr wants you to live, then you may live. Still, aren't you going to come and see the injury?!"
Hearing this, Qi Mingyue was about to sit up, unwilling to argue any further on this topic, but Qi Xutian already helped him up, propping him against his chest for the Royal Doctor.
The Royal Doctor pulled up the curtain, only to see that the emperor had already loosened his shirt, and sat by the bed, embracing the second prince in his arms. Even though his face was pale, there was not a single sign of weakness. His black hair had been loosened, and his eyes narrowed looking his way. Glancing at him, the Royal Doctor almost thought he was seeing the young emperor. He silently praised the second prince's presence, no wonder the emperor liked him. Moving quickly, he brushed away the loose hairs covering his forehead and looked at the wound. "His Highness's wound had stopped bleeding, it is just a skin injury. It didn't seem like it will get worse. However, due to his highness's young age and his loss of blood, he will need to be on herbal supplements to regain his lost iron. In three month's time, he should be able to recover."
