"Your Majesty, should we assign someone to keep an eye on him?" After Jinghua left, a dark figure descended from the rafters and knelt respectfully in front of Song Jiang.

He was one of Song Jianglin's undercover guards, Lian Sui.

"No need." Song Jiang absentmindedly flipped through the documents in his hand, and the image of that gentle and refined person came to his mind again. "Why don't you go and see what Tang Yu is up to?"

Thinking of that refined and calm gentleman, Song Jiang's heart would always warm up. This place is much colder than his imperial city, and he does not know if he is used to living here. "Wait, he is weak, so I should send over the purple-gold hand warmer that was brought from Jiangbei two years ago to keep his hands warm."

Lian Sui was momentarily taken aback, then quickly complied, "Yes."

He was originally a high-ranking imperial guard, whose main duty was to protect the emperor. But now he was being assigned to spy on a male favorite and even had to send him a hand warmer. What on earth was going on?

Song Jiang looked at the documents in front of him, becoming more and more annoyed as he read on. It was getting dark outside, and he didn't know if Tang Yu had woken up or eaten anything. He couldn't rest assured and had to go check on him. "Someone, go to Qingfeng Pavilion."

"Please pay respects, Your Majesty."

What is he doing? Thinking about what he did to him today, Song Jiang stopped again at the door. What if he blames him?

"Your Majesty, the officials from the Bureau of Clothing are currently tailoring clothes for the prince," the young eunuch replied respectfully.

"Go down!" Pushing away the person next to him, Song Jiang hesitated for a long time before finally pushing open the door.

Tang Yu was wearing an oversized robe that hung loosely on his body, showing a large portion of his pure white chest. His complexion still appeared somewhat pale.

During the time when a female officer was measuring his clothes, she couldn't help but glance at him a few more times. With just one look, she saw Song Jiang standing at the door, looking as majestic as a Buddha. She was almost scared out of her wits and exclaimed, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects." Tang Yu knelt on the ground, feeling extremely uneasy. As a fallen king, he was worried about the treatment he would receive from Song Jianglin. Could it be that he was really going to be taken as a male concubine? After all, he had someone he liked!

"Get up." Song Jiang sat on the bed, looking at Tang Yu, who was kneeling in a standard position. However, Tang Yu showed no response, while the female attendant beside him decided to stand up.

Song Jiang Lin was known for his impatience, and he particularly disliked it when others went against his wishes, especially someone who had disobeyed him earlier that day. When he saw Tang Yu's back, his expression darkened, and he also had a bad mood towards the female official who was trying to stand up beside him. With a cold and hostile expression, he said, "Did I ask you to stand?"

The female official was frightened and immediately knelt down to kowtow. "This servant knows her guilt and begs for Your Majesty's mercy."

Song Jiang looked at Tang Yu, who was still kneeling there without moving. He couldn't fathom where the anger in his heart came from. When he glanced at the female official beside him, he felt even more irritated. "Someone, take her down and execute her by beating!"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, spare my life!" Two palace guards rushed in from outside the door, holding on to a female official who struggled desperately and begged for mercy. Song Jiang didn't even spare her a glance.

"Stop." The two guards were taken aback, looking at Tang Yu, who was kneeling on the ground, and then at Song Jianglin. They were unsure whether they should continue pulling him down or stop. In the end, they could only hold onto the palace maid and wait in their original positions for further instructions from Song Jianglin.

Song Jiang raised his hand to signal the two guards to stop, and he looked at Tang Yu with a cold gaze saying, "You want to plead for her?"

"Yes." Tang Yu nodded, looking at Song Jiang's resolute gaze, as if he were not currently a guest living under someone else's roof, but the ruler of a fallen kingdom.

"Do you realize that you are currently in great danger?" Song Jianglin lifted Tang Yu's chin, and Tang Yu's pale little face imprinted on Song Jianglin's eyes. Suddenly, he felt a hint of pity and said, "Forget it, just go away!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty for your grace. Thank you, Your Majesty for your grace." The female attendant hurriedly kowtowed a few times before rushing out. The two summoned guards exchanged a glance and immediately followed suit, closing the door behind them.

"Get up." Song Jiang let go of Tang Yu's chin and stood with his back to him.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Tang Yu immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Standing beside this person, even breathing felt difficult. Before he could relax, Tang Yu completely collapsed onto the bed, with Song Jianglin pressing tightly against him, rendering him completely immobile. "Your Majesty?"

"Do you remember what I told you?" Song Jiang blocked his wrists with one hand, keeping them fixed above his head, while the other hand caressed his cheek. Although his gaze was gentle, it was also extremely frightening. "I said, if you want to show gratitude, offer yourself. Now, are you willing?"

Tang Yu stared wide-eyed at Lin Songjiang. Even if his country had been destroyed, at the very least, he had once been a ruler of a nation. How could he allow himself to be treated as someone's plaything? "You, you let go of me."

"Tang Yu, you should be well aware of my temperament. Do not test my patience," Zheng Fei said with a cold and menacing gaze that sent shivers down one's spine.

Tang Yu had also made up his mind. If he were to come at him forcefully, he would surely be no match for him. It would be better to go and meet his ancestor as the ruler of a fallen nation than to die as a male lover. As long as he made another move, he would immediately bite his tongue and end his own life.

Unexpectedly, however, Song Jiang stood up from where he was sitting, with his back towards him, purposely forgetting what he had just done. "The weather here is not like where you are. Just now, I had someone bring you a handwarmer. If you feel cold, use it to warm your hands."

After saying those words, he left without a moment's hesitation. Naturally, Tang Yu felt as if he had narrowly escaped a disaster. He lay on the bed, taking deep breaths. From now on, he would have to survive in this den of wolves.

"Master, the palace is different from other places. Besides the empress, there are a few favored young masters in the palace. If you, as a young master, continue acting this way, you are courting death. I have been in the palace for quite some time and have seen many people. This is the first time His Majesty has shown such concern for a young master. If it were any other young master, they would have been given a cup of poisoned wine, dragged out, and buried. It's better to be alive than dead, and it doesn't matter how one lives. In my opinion, Master, it's best to stop here, be more open-minded. After all, is it not better than being dead?" A slightly older eunuch in the Qingfeng Hall looked at Tang Yu, who had just escaped a disaster, unable to help but say a few more words. Regardless of whether Tang Yu listened or not, he sighed and left.

Just as His Majesty was angry a moment ago, he still remembered to instruct the palace maid to have the Shang Yi Bureau prepare new clothes. This shows that the position of this person in His Majesty's heart is not inferior to that of the young master Jinghua.

Tang Yu lay in bed with a somewhat confused look in his eyes. Could it be that he really had to become someone else's plaything just to survive? If that was the case, he might as well die instead.