Emperor's Bad Taste (Chapter 18)
Story: Playing with people's hearts like soap Author:Velvet Verity Novels words:4039 Update time:2023-07-13 06:19:29
The emperor walked in from outside and asked the palace maids if there was anything unusual. Those palace maids had all taken the bribes, so naturally they would not say anything extra. They only mentioned that Heto seemed to have no appetite today, as the food that was brought in had hardly been touched.
Actually, I didn't have much appetite before. I forcefully made him swallow a few tonic medicines, but it seemed like they just passed through his intestines without leaving a trace at all.
Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, a sudden wave of possessiveness surged in the Emperor's heart. He didn't know when it happened, but there was suddenly a string in his heart firmly tied to this figure. When he saw him frown or get angry, the Emperor wouldn't feel any joy, but instead a sense of heartache.
Waiting to see his eyelashes tremble slightly, as if it was a sign that he was about to wake up.
The emperor strode in, took the bowl of herbal medicine from the palace maid beside him, and sat by the bed.
"I don't want to drink the medicine anymore," He Tu's eyes were simply charming and mesmerizing, with a sickly and enchanting beauty that became even more captivating under the candlelight, making it impossible for people to look away.
"Why won't you take the medicine? How can the sickness get better?" The Emperor had never been so gentle with anyone before, but when it came to the person in front of him, he felt that no amount of effort was too much.
Instead, she felt that it was not enough. She still needed to compensate him even more, to taste the sweetness of his life.
"But the medicine tastes so terrible."
"Be obedient, bitter medicine is beneficial to curing illnesses." The emperor helped him up and said, "Drink this bowl, and there will be a reward."
A hint of imperceptible anger flashed through Hetu's eyes, only to immediately disappear without a trace. However, the emperor could see it crystal clear.
"You drink first, then I'll drink," he said.
The emperor glanced at him helplessly and lowered his head to take a sip of soup.
A sense of crisis suddenly pervaded my whole body, but fortunately, I had been mentally prepared beforehand, so my actions were swift and decisive.
The dagger fell to the ground with a clatter. The emperor grasped his wrist, his lips curling into a dangerous smile as he asked, "Do you want to kill me?"
The attack this time seemed to have exhausted all of his strength, but his eyes were fixedly staring at him: "You, this incompetent ruler, clearly know that good medicine tastes bitter and sincere advice offends the ear but is beneficial to one's actions. My father was a loyal and righteous man his entire life, yet you are so heartless..."
It turned out that he did remember after all. He couldn't hide it for long. However, wielding a poisoned dagger like this was not something he could do alone.
"Who gave you the dagger?" the emperor asked.
He Tu intentionally didn't give him a good face, sneeringly said, "The Crown Prince has already told me everything. Who do you say secretly brought this dagger over to give it to me?"
The crown prince, it's the crown prince again!
The emperor tightly clenched his fists, and an indescribable and inexplicable feeling of jealousy surged up like a volcanic eruption.
Teeth trembling slightly, it's the kind of anger and inner discontent that arises when something that clearly belongs to oneself is suddenly labeled with someone else's name, causing all the long accumulated negative emotions to erupt at once.
Violently, he tightly bound the person's hands behind their back, then listened as they sobbed and called out someone else's name: "Shout it a few more times, let's see if he will come."
I don't want to give anyone else a chance to take advantage while I'm vulnerable!
Although He Tu hated how his body was not up to par, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and bear being treated like this by others.
If I had been an ordinary person from the beginning, how good that would have been.