Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The journey back to the palace was long, and Junjueâs condition got worse and worse.
In the carriage, she asked him, âIs there any way to cure this?â
Junjue shook his head.
Meng Liang, that stupid... Donât let me know who he is, otherwise Iâll beat him up.
Meng Liang was silent. She had heard this answer from Meng Liang.
But hearing it again from Junjue, she didnât know if she didnât want to accept it or just be annoyed.
She put down the fruit in her hand and sat next to him, holding him in her arms.
âDonât worry, Iâll think of a way.â
âWhat way can you think of, Your Majesty.â Junjue covered his mouth and coughed. Something wet appeared in his palm, and he was about to cover it up, but his hand was caught, and Ming Shu began to wipe his palm lightly with a white handkerchief.
Ming Shu wiped it up and then stuffed another clean handkerchief into his hand. âLooks like the only thing I can do is find a beautiful place to be your tomb.â
Hoh hoh.
I will not argue with you.
âThank you, Your Majesty.â
Ming Shu: â...â
There was a sudden silence in the carriage. After waiting for a while, Junjue couldnât help but ask, âYour Majesty, why donât you ask me how I became like this?â
âWill you tell me?â
âDo you want to know, Your Majesty?â
The two made direct eye contact and invisible sparks ignited between them.
Ming Shu reached out her hand and adjusted his mask a little. âHave some sleep. Weâll arrive at the royal palace soon.â
Junjue compressed his lips and adjusted into a comfortable position to lie down. âWill you take a new concubine, Your Majesty?â
Ming Shu smiled. âOf course I will. Do you think youâre beautiful enough to make me give up all other men?â
Junjue took out his knife silently. Iâd better kill her.
Ming Shuâs voice didnât stop. âAfter you die, Iâll immediately take new men in. Your position as the royal concubine will be taken by others. Are you afraid of that?â
So if I donât die, you wonât take new concubines?
Junjue put back his knife silently then.
Ming Shu took care of him and didnât ask anything else.
For the first time, Junjue felt she was sometimes quite caring.
But she never talked nicely. Junjue wanted to strangle her as soon as she dissed him.
After they returned to the palace, Junjue had almost gone into a coma. Ming Shu ordered the imperial physicians to treat him in turn, and this time it was not something good.
Meanwhile, the symptoms of Junjueâs plague were getting more and more obvious. Since the plague outside disappeared inexplicably, they didnât know how to treat this now.
The imperial physicians were all terrified. Seeing Ming Shu hold Junjue in her arms, they advised her to isolate Junjue as soon as possible.
Ming Shu drove all of them out.
âYour Majesty...â
âIf youâre scared, donât get close.â Ming Shu took the copper basin Lianxin was holding and walked into the hall.
Lianxin compressed her lips and followed.
In the following days, all kinds of ministers began to play the bitter and miserable drama. Ming Shu just ignored them. In the end, she simply delegated all the affairs to Prime Minister Zhou and never showed up to the sessions.
The imperial physicians were worried that Ming Shu would be infected. But Ming Shu stayed in the Xianyu Palace all day long, and she looked energetic as always. Even the servants in Xianyu Palace werenât infected.
The imperial physicians were then relieved. Perhaps the plague taking the royal concubine was not infectious... or it had changed the way of infection.
Junjue could barely eat anything. At first Ming Shu convinced him, but later she had to coax him with kind words to try and make him eat.
âYour Majesty, I really donât want to eat anything.â Junjue sounded weak.
âJust one spoonful.â Ming Shu put the spoon at Junjueâs lips.
âNo.â
Ming Shu put it into her own mouth then bent over to feed Junjue.
Junjue wanted to vomit, but Ming Shu threatened him. âIf you dare...â
Ming Shu fed him half a bowl in this way, but then Junjue closed his mouth tightly as he really couldnât swallow any more.
Ming Shu finished the leftover porridge.
We canât waste food.
Junjue watched her eat up the porridge. She finished all the food unfinished by him in recent days. Even though he knew that the plague was not infectious, the ordinary people didnât know...
Isnât she scared, even a little?
âYour Majesty, do you not like me?â
âNo.â
âThen why do you treat me so kindly?â
âBecause you are stupid.â
â...â You are the one that is stupid. Your whole family is stupid.
Is it that hard to like me? Why are you so kind to me if you donât like me!
I donât want to speak with a psychopath.
After waiting for Junjue to fall asleep, Ming Shu stood up and walked out of the hall. She took out Little Beastie from her sleeves.
Little Beastie opened its eyes in a daze. Poop-picker, is it mealtime?
Ming Shu lifted it and walked next door. She put it on the table; there were several plates filled with food before it.
Little Beastieâs eyes lit up first, and it was about to bite, but then it suddenly paused and stepped back alertly, hiding behind a book.
Poop-picker, what do you want to do?
This is not right...
âGive me some of your blood.â Ming Shu smiled tenderly.
Little Beastie shrank into a ball and began to roar.
I knew you didnât have good intentions. Use your own blood, I wonât hurt myself, get out!
âIf my blood works, I wouldnât want yours. Come on, good boy, just give me one drop, and Iâll prepare a Man-Han full banquet for you.â
No!
Little Beastie refused very firmly. I wonât agree even if thereâre 100 Man-Han full banquets.
Ming Shu coaxed it for a while, but Little Beastie resisted strongly. In the end, Ming Shu had to give up and left the room. But she didnât take away those snacks.
Seeing Ming Shu really give up, Little Beastie then jumped into the plates and enjoyed the food. After its belly rounded, it patted its little belly and gave another look to the door.
Little Beastie put away the food left unfinished on the table into its storage space, then jumped down and rolled away to find Ming Shu.
Poop-picker, do you care about him so much?
Little Beastie jumped onto the table beside Ming Shu, sat there and looked at her.
She cared about him so much that she even forgot common sense and wanted to bleed it. Poop-picker, youâre changed! Youâre no longer the poop-picker who only likes me, and you have another pet!
Ming Shu reached out to touch it and her voice was a little distant. âI was too impulsive just now.â
Little Beastie licked her fingers.
Itâs not that Iâm stingy. Heâs just an ordinary person and has no Qi in his body. Even if I give him my blood, he might just die quicker.
âYouâre right.â
Little Beastie glanced at Ming Shu and grunted inside. She actually wants to use my blood on an ordinary person, my poor poop-picker, sheâs become silly recently.
Even if he can absorb it, I wonât give to him!
I am a noble beast, how can I allow my blood to blend with a common personâs blood.
...
Junjueâs condition got worse. They had tried every possible way they could think of, and the imperial physicians almost lost themselves in the medical books, but in vain.
Junjue knew very well about the tool given by the system, which was definitely not something that could be fixed by an ordinary person. So he was quite calm, and he had only one request:
Please like me before my death.
Ming Shu came in with a suit of brand-new clothes.
âIâve been like this, whatâs the difference if I change clothes.â You donât like me anyway.
Ming Shu didnât say anything. She immediately took off his old clothes and changed him into the new ones.
She bent over to hold him up. After these daysâ torture, Junjueâs body was very weak and didnât seem to have any weight.
It seemed Junjue didnât want to get close to Ming Shu.
âHold me. If you fall and ruin my things, how will you pay me?â
âWith my life.â This is the only thing Iâve left anyway.
Ming Shu lowered her eyes and looked at him.
Junjue immediately was frightened. He put his arms around her neck and asked in a low voice, âDo I smell bad?â
Ming Shu complained, âYou stink.â
Junjueâs face darkened. âYouâd better let me off, Your Majesty.â
âDonât move.â