And it was indeed the first time, the emperor expressed great satisfaction.

After the imperial physician finished taking the pulse, he gave instructions on which medicine to take and which ointment to apply. Then, he hastily wiped off the cold sweat and fled.

"I'll do it myself." He Tu reached out his hand, looking at the ointment.

The emperor didn't allow him to voice his opinions. Immediately, he restrained his struggling body and administered medicine. Watching his restlessness and squirming, he suddenly felt his own breathing become slightly more rapid.

Before, you used to be extremely indulgent in the harem, relying on the influence of your maternal family. You didn't even know how many of your good deeds were ruined by him. Now it's time to collect some interest.

Outside, a palace maid brought in a bowl of medicinal soup. The emperor took it, and the temperature was just right.

"I have already told everyone outside that you are dead," he scooped a spoonful of medicinal broth, "Now, I will give you two choices: firstly, behave quietly as a concubine, or secondly, don't worry, you won't die. I will brand you as a promiscuous woman, available to anyone, and let you die without the face to meet our ancestors, becoming a lonely ghost."

"He's a despicable person." He Tu furrowed his brow and glanced at the bowl of dark soup medicine. "I won't choose either of the two; give up already."

The medicinal potion was forcibly poured into his mouth, causing him to clench his teeth. The dark and peculiar taste of the potion was indeed strange. Some of the potion trickled down his neck, surprisingly bringing a unique kind of beauty.

"Savage in civilized attire."

These four words are simply a perfect summary.

He Tu weakly leaned against the edge of the bed, looking as beautiful as someone who had just been tortured.

"You wanted to know where my brother is, didn't you? I'll tell you." A glimmer of tears welled up in He Tu's eyes, "Just please don't push me into a corner."

The emperor moved closer and said, "Righteousness in eliminating family bonds will certainly be rewarded."

Just as the words were spoken, a sharp glint suddenly flashed across the corner of the emperor's eyes. The seemingly weak body unexpectedly erupted with a force that should not be underestimated. In the hands hidden under the quilt, there was a tightly clenched blade.

The emperor touched his neck, feeling a cut that wasn't small but thankfully wasn't deep either. He gripped onto He Tu's delicate wrist tightly, as if he wanted to break every bone in his hand.

The chains rattled and made a rustling sound.

"You're really bold."

Monarch, I wish I could tear you into a thousand pieces! My father worked tirelessly to assist you all his life, and you killed him without even blinking an eye!

"You need to understand where you belong. If you wish to follow that prince, then you are a traitor to the country."

Blood dripped down from the Emperor's neck, falling onto the snow-white brocade. The sound caught the attention of the guards outside, who rushed in and, upon witnessing the scene, quickly drew their swords to confront Hetu.

"Step back!" The emperor waved his hand.

"But Your Majesty, your injury..."

"Do you not understand even my words? I said, step back!" The few guards trembled in fear and could only timidly run away.

The burly physique of the emperor pressed down, restraining Heto's hands. Ignoring the soft sobbing from below, or rather, it should be said that this sobbing further stirred up indescribable emotions deep within his heart.

The river crab crawled over...

"Hate loneliness? Good, I don't mind letting you hate a bit more."

"If, in front of your parents' spirits, they were to witness you being taken by their enemies, would you hate me a little more?"

The pain below was excruciating, and my heart throbbed with every beat, as if it was also in pain. Why is my life so stubborn? Why can't I just die?

"Little Theater"

He Tu: "Emperor, you really know how to play."

River Crab: "Big Big, you won't be... played to death, right?"

He Tu: "I exchanged a lot of Chrysanthemum Spirits with minced meat in the shop before. Don't worry, they won't die."

River Crab: "Wuwuwu, Da Da is truly an excellent model of dedication. I'm really moved to tears."

He Tu said, "Stop crying. If you're not good-looking, Chrysanthemum won't want you anymore."

River Crab: !!!