Tang Yu has always been Song Jianglin's weak spot. From the moment they first met, Song Jianglin knew that Tang Yu would be his weakness, but he was willing to keep him by his side.

"Did he take his medicine today?"

"Your Majesty, drink it." A sudden black shadow said.

"Is he still accustomed to living there?" Lin Songjiang asked again. Tang Yu didn't want to see him, so he could only rely on others to know whether he was doing well or not, whether he was happy or not.

"Master Yugong is doing well in every aspect, it's just that..." The shadow hesitated and swallowed his words, afraid that if he spoke up, Jun's life would be in danger.

"Just what is it? Speak," Song Jiang said anxiously. He regarded Tang Yu not just as a male lover but also wanted Tang Yu to be with him forever. He would always dote on him.

"However, Lord Yu mistakenly thought that the person who blocked the dart for him last night was Lian Ju. He ordered his subordinate to bring medicine for him, but his subordinate didn't know who the medicine should be given to." The shadow handed the medicine to Song Jianglin. When Song Jianglin saw the medicine, his face turned black. It was the medicine he had obtained from the imperial physician to treat his injuries. He was quite generous indeed."

"Your Majesty, where are you going?" The shadow looked up, and Song Jianglin, who was in front of his eyes, had already reached the door. The shadow hurried to catch up, even though he had been punished with twenty lashes by the chief guard and was still unable to get out of bed. Therefore, he temporarily served as Song Jianglin's personal covert guard.

Song Jiang rushed to Longchen Hall in a hurry, but stopped at the entrance. He had come here in a rush, without thinking clearly. The Imperial Study and Longchen Hall were not far apart, but the wind at Longchen Hall seemed unusually strong, and it woke him up instantly. Why had he come here?

In Dragon Chen Palace, without Song Jianglin's presence, Tang Yu was living a particularly carefree life. At this moment, he was leisurely tending to the flowers and plants inside the palace. His perfect side profile was presented in front of Song Jianglin, and the sunlight hitting his delicate features made it seem somewhat surreal. Unconsciously, Song Jianglin walked into Dragon Chen Palace and approached Tang Yu.

Feeling someone approaching, Tang Yu thought it was Yao Guang and the others, so he didn't even bother to look up and said directly, "Go fetch some water."

Upon hearing Tang Yu's instructions, Song Jiang not only did not get angry, but instead felt very delighted in his heart. It felt like a dream and he hurriedly went over to fetch water, then brought it over to Tang Yu.

Song Jiang looked at Tang Yu's profile and finally understood what it meant for a person to outshine flowers. Wasn't Tang Yu the perfect embodiment of that? How could these blooming flowers even be compared to him?

"Watering," Tang Yu ordered, as he continued to prune the flowers.

Song Jiang furrowed his brows. He had never watered a flower before. He looked at the bucket, then at the flower, and poured the entire bucket of water directly onto Tang Yu's lower body, wetting the hem of his clothes.

Tang Yu looked up and realized that the person in front of him was not Yao Guang and the others, but Song Jianglin, who innocently held a bucket. Meanwhile, Yao Guang and the others stood behind him, nervous and hesitant, not daring to say a word.

"Why are you here?" Tang Yu asked, setting aside the task in his hands.

Song Jiang stared at Tang Yu, also putting down the bucket in his hand. He looked at Tang Yu's unwelcoming expression, lowered his eyelids, and before Tang Yu could react, he abruptly picked him up and carried him into the house.

The black shadow looked on, dumbfounded. So, it turned out that our emperor can be so rude to someone he likes? No wonder Young Master Yu always gives him a cold face whenever he sees him. It would be strange if they could get along.

After Song Jiang forcefully carried Tang Yu into the house and closed the door, the crowd outside began to have various speculations. His Majesty's intention to provoke Young Master Yu was evident. Grand Councilor Shun had a look of near despair on his face. He had been trying earnestly for more than half a month to change His Majesty's perception in Tang Yu's eyes, but it seemed all in vain.

Tang Yu's anger soared to the sky. He had clearly intended to have a good talk with Song Jianglin when he arrived, but he went and did this.

After placing Tang Yu on the bed, Song Jianglin did not proceed with the next action. Instead, he took out a piece of clothing from the wardrobe on the side. With Tang Yu's confused gaze, Song Jianglin handed the clothes to him and said, "Your clothes are wet. I'm afraid you might catch a cold. Change out of them first!"

Tang Yu received the clothes, puzzled as he stared at Song Jianglin. Did he misunderstand Song Jianglin? Being looked at by someone he liked made Song Jianglin feel a little uncomfortable. "I'll wait for you outside."

However, when they reached the entrance, Song Jianglin stopped again. At this moment, Tang Yu had already placed his hand on his belt. He thought that Song Jianglin was playing some kind of trick. But Song Jianglin stood there for a long time before speaking.

"I believe that now I can answer your question. Firstly, you are not my male favorite, and I have never regarded you as such. Secondly, I genuinely like you."

After Song Jiang finished speaking, he didn't wait to hear what Tang Yu had to say and just opened the door and went out. Tang Yu released the hand that had been on his waist, and with his head bowed, he didn't know what he was thinking.

The reverie of the crowd was abruptly interrupted by Song Jiang's arrival at the room. Shun Gonggong had already guessed that Tang Yu had probably angered His Majesty again, otherwise, how could he have entered and left in less than half the time it takes to finish a cup of tea.

The crowd stood by, trembling with fear. Occasionally, they would sneak a glance at their Majesty. To their amazement, they noticed a faint smile on the corners of his mouth. It may have been just a tiny smile, but everyone could see it clearly. His Majesty was smiling, assuring their safety.

After a while, Tang Yu finished changing his clothes and came out. When he saw Song Jianglin still waiting at the doorway, he hesitated for a moment, pretending not to see him. He went around him and approached the flowers and plants. He fixed the flowers that had just been damaged by Song Jianglin, then shifted his gaze to the bucket on the ground. However, before he could lay a hand on the bucket, it was snatched away by another person, who turned out to be Song Jianglin.

"I'll go fetch some water for you." Song Jianglin looked at Tang Yu with enthusiasm. Tang Yu noticed that he used the word "I" and couldn't help but glance at him before continuing to tend to his flowers and plants. Song Jianglin thought that Tang Yu was unwilling to pay him any attention, so he forcibly suppressed his temper and awkwardly stood beside Tang Yu with a bucket of water.

"You were going to fetch water, weren't you?" Tang Yu casually said, cutting flower stems, seemingly oblivious to Song Jiang's gloomy mood.

The sentence from Tang Yu was like a bright sunny day in June, instantly clearing away all the dark clouds in Song Jianglin's heart. Song Jianglin picked up a water bucket and hurriedly went to fetch water by Tang Yu's side. This time, he didn't dare to pour water anymore. If he were to wet Tang Yu's clothes again, he would get angry.

Tang Yu put down the scissors in his hand and took a small watering can, scooping a dipper of water and slowly sprinkling it on the flowers. He said to Song Jianglin, "Did you see clearly?"

"Take a good look." Song Jiang immediately responded and took the watering ladle from Tang Yu's hand. Rolling up his long sleeves, he imitated Tang Yu's actions and slowly watered the flowers.

Two people were trimming the branches in front while another person was watering the plants from behind. The group of palace maids and eunuchs behind them were all covering their mouths, giggling and whispering to one another, speculating in hushed tones if His Majesty had reconciled with the Duke Yu.

Looking at such a beautiful scene, the first reaction of everyone was not envy, but a sense of peace. If Young Master Yu avoids angering the Emperor, they wouldn't have to worry about their own lives. Suddenly, they felt that the weather was better today and their mood improved.

There was only the black figure standing there, feeling dejected. Is this really their Majesty, the person who follows others around to water their plants? He couldn't entirely believe his own eyes.