Refusing to let love take a back seat, the scumbag emperor actually seeks favor every day

Soon, the group arrived at Chengyang Palace, which was located in a relatively quiet area of ​​the palace.

Before entering the house, I heard the sound of something falling from inside in the distance.

The palace maids and eunuchs who were supposed to take care of the house were all standing outside the door, each with an embarrassed look on their face, wanting to go in but not daring to.

"Ah! The Queen is here!"

Someone noticed her appearance and shouted as if they had seen a savior.

Facing the people who saluted her, Su Manman, with a serious look on her face, responded casually and went into the house.

"My lady! Be careful!!"

As she stepped in, she heard the panicked shouts of the crowd.

At a glance, a white porcelain cup was flying towards him, and there was no way to avoid it.

Although the cup is not big, if it hits you, even if you don't bleed, redness and swelling are inevitable.

Just when everyone thought an accident was about to happen, she raised her hand and opened the cup with her sleeve!

There was a loud "bang", and the cup that was supposed to hit her head was instantly knocked off balance and hit the door frame.

With a crisp sound, the broken pieces of the cup fell to the ground and shattered again.

While everyone was still shocked by her smooth and seamless movements, she had already quickly entered the house.

"My old swan! This thing is dangerous, put it down!"

She rushed into the house and snatched the teapot from the wheelchair-bound young man in a moon-white cotton robe.

The thing in their hands was suddenly snatched away, and the young man and Zhao Chengyuan's handsome faces were stunned for a moment.

But only for a moment.

Then he anxiously reached out to grope for a cup on the table and was about to smash it. He ignored her words and even her existence.

"Yuxian, you haven't behaved well today."

Su Manman, who was ignored, sighed, stopped trying to snatch the things, and directly grabbed his head.

This intimate yet offensive gesture made the young man pause.

A pair of empty, colorless amber eyes were also fixed, as if confirming something.

Su Manman took this opportunity to take the cup from his hand again.

Before he was about to touch something else and smash it, he naturally spread out her palm and gently stroked it a few times with his fingers.

As her fingers stopped moving on his palm, the boy, who had been anxious just now, calmed down visibly.

"This is so good!"

Seeing that he had stopped making trouble, Su Manman spoke in a coaxing tone and patted his head a few times like stroking a cat's fur. Then she looked at the young guard who had been standing by the side the whole time but was helpless.

"What's going on?"

The seventeen-year-old Prince Su Zhao Yuxian was the eldest son of Empress Dowager Su. He was also the only prince in the palace who was granted the title of king and was specially allowed to stay in the palace.

Because he can't see, speak, hear, and his legs are paralyzed, he needs someone to take him with him all the time.

He is usually very quiet and rarely makes a fuss like he did today.

Song Qingyan, the guard who had been taking care of him personally, was also confused by this.

"I don't know what happened. He seemed very anxious when he woke up this morning. When I asked him the reason, he was too anxious to express himself clearly. As a result, it turned out like this..."

Although Zhao Yuxian cannot communicate with words like normal people, he can complete most of his communication with the outside world by writing on his palms and conveying through touch.

But this communication can only be done when he is relatively patient.

Hearing what Song Qingyan said, she couldn't help but worry whether he was making a fuss because he was not feeling well and couldn't express it.

So after he calmed down, she squatted beside him and gestured on his palm to ask the reason.

Soon, there was a response.

He fumbled and wrote on her palm: nightmare.

Just seeing these two words, her heart couldn't help but ache.

Zhao Yuxian is a meritorious official of the entire royal family, but also the most unspeakable pain of the entire palace.

Before he was eight years old, he was actually a healthy and lively little prince. However, everything changed when he took the initiative to request to be named crown prince in place of Zhao Chengyuan, who was supposed to go to the enemy country as a hostage.

Not only did Zhou Liguo fail to treat him as a hostage as agreed, he also tortured him inhumanely.

When he was taken home at the age of thirteen, he was covered with bruises and unrecognizable.

Even after he was taken back and taken good care of, he was often haunted by nightmares and had several breakdowns and attempted suicide.

With the careful care and comfort from many people, he, who was no longer able to recover to be a normal person, gradually accepted his current appearance.

Su Manman thought he was dreaming about the days when he was tortured in the enemy country in the past. She was heartbroken and wanted to comfort him, but he stroked her palm again.

But this time it says: You died at the bottom of the lake.

These four short words made Su Manman pause, and then she became slightly angry.

"Did you tell him about me falling into the water?"

Zhao Yuxian had no way of actively knowing what was happening around him. Everything he could know now could only be passively told to him by the people around him.

Su Manman didn't want him to worry about her falling into the water, and she had clearly forbade him to mention it to him.

Song Qingyan noticed the dissatisfaction in her tone and said hurriedly, "We all followed your instructions, and no one informed His Royal Highness Prince Su."

Song Qingyan was a guard carefully selected by Zhao Chengyan from among the cotton-pianyi guards and kept by Zhao Yuxuan's side. Su Manman did not doubt his words.

After confirmation, it was finally confirmed that it was just a nightmare of Zhao Yuxian.

Everyone thought this coincidence was incredible, but at last they figured out why he did that day.

It turned out that he had dreamed about this and wanted Song Qingyan to help him confirm if she was okay, but he was too anxious and couldn't express himself clearly, so Song Qingyan couldn't understand what he meant, and that's why he made a fuss.

After confirming that this was just a misunderstanding, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"You've really been worrying about your life since you were little. You can't even take care of yourself, and you're always worrying about others."

Su Manman knew that he couldn't hear her, but she still couldn't help but complain to him, and at the same time she stroked his palm to tell him that everything was fine.

I heard that he was so angry about this that he couldn't eat a single bite. He felt both angry and amused.

After criticizing him with heartache, she asked someone to bring him food, and then picked up the bowl and spoon to feed him herself.

But when the spoon was brought to his mouth, he subconsciously turned his head away.

He had just clearly agreed to eat.

Su Manman was puzzled by his reaction, and Song Qingyan, who was standing beside her, noticed something.

"Empress, please let me go. His Highness doesn't want to trouble you here."

Su Manman frowned. This boy was trying to avoid her!

Given their relationship, she felt there was nothing to avoid, but seeing that he was uncomfortable, she finally sighed and gave the bowl and spoon to Song Qingyan.

Having nothing to do for the moment, she sat aside, holding the boy's hand, and couldn't help but sigh as she watched him being taken care of obediently.

"As expected, you are the most conscientious. You even showed some concern when you dreamed that I was dead. Unlike the scum king, who would just make a scene and make a fuss when he saw that I was really dead."

After the morning court session, Zhao Chengyuan learned of Zhao Yuxuan's abnormal behavior and hurried over to check the situation. As soon as he arrived at the door, he heard her words of disdain for him.