After the death of the host: the tyrant cried red eyes

Shen Bingning frowned slightly: "Why did you arrive at this time? Show it to His Majesty!"

"I was delayed on the way, please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

Doctor Zhang stepped forward tremblingly. After a careful examination, he announced solemnly, "Your Majesty, this is due to improper wound treatment, which has caused secondary bleeding and infection, and then caused fever. I will prescribe a fever-reducing medicine immediately. Your Majesty should gradually reduce your temperature after taking it."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Doctor."

Shen Bingning's voice was soft and grateful, and her eyes were full of sympathy for the imperial physician's hard work.

She nodded slightly and gracefully, signaling Lu Zhong, who was standing beside her, to hand her the warm water and clean towel that had been prepared in advance.

Lu Zhong moved quickly and carefully to prepare everything. Then Shen Bingning took over personally and gently wiped Xiao Yi's cheeks, which were red from the high fever, with an almost motherly tenderness. Every touch was filled with her worry and concern for his condition.

The towel was soaked in warm water, wrung out, and then changed, and this cycle was repeated over and over again until Lu Zhong walked into the room with light steps, holding a bowl of freshly brewed medicine.

She looked at Shen Bingning, who was still standing by the window, taking care of Xiao Yi without giving up, her eyes full of admiration and heartache, and she gently comforted her: "My queen, you should also take a rest, let me take care of His Highness."

Shen Bingning shook her head gently, rejecting Lu Zhong's kindness. Her voice was firm and gentle: "It's okay, go get another basin of hot water, I can handle it here."

After saying that, she took the bowl of medicine that exuded a faint herbal aroma, slowly supported Xiao Yi's weak body, let him lean on her shoulder, and said in a tone that was almost whispering: "Your Majesty, it's time to take the medicine."

Xiao Yi's long eyelashes trembled slightly in his sleep, as if he could catch her words, but his heavy eyelids remained tightly closed, and he seemed to be immersed in some distant and deep dream, unable to extricate himself.

Taking advantage of this gap, Shen Bingning was able to carefully look at Xiao Yi's face.

Compared with three years ago, he has lost some of his youthfulness and gained some maturity and calmness. His facial features are more distinct and firm, his skin is so white that it is almost transparent, and so delicate that the pores are almost invisible, just like a piece of warm jade. His lips are particularly pale and thin due to illness. This sudden fever has endowed him with a morbid and fragile beauty that makes people feel pity for him.

Shen Bingning sighed inwardly, her throat rolled unconsciously, and she silently said in her heart: "What a monster."

Then he gathered his thoughts and gently patted his shoulder, his voice gentle but with a force that could not be ignored: "Your Majesty, wake up."

Under her gentle but persistent patting, Xiao Yi finally responded. His eyes, which were as dark as the night, slowly opened with the slight flicker of his eyelashes, but his eyes were still hazy as if he was not fully awake.

Seeing this, Shen Bingning knew that it might be difficult for him to take the medicine on his own.

So, she scooped up a spoonful of medicine soup, blew it gently on her lips to cool it down, and whispered softly like coaxing a child: "Open your mouth and drink the medicine."

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yi was unusually docile. He no longer had his usual aggressive attitude. He just opened his mouth quietly, as well-behaved as an exquisite porcelain doll, which made people feel endearing for him.

Shen Bingning was touched by his rare gentleness. She fed him the medicine spoonful by spoonful, then carefully cleaned up the dishes and covered him with a blanket, saying softly, "Your Majesty, have a good rest."

Just as she was about to get up and check why Lu Zhong hadn't returned yet, the corner of her clothes was suddenly grabbed tightly by a force.

Shen Bingning turned around in surprise, only to see Xiao Yi holding the corner of her clothes tightly. There was a thin layer of mist in his black eyes, with a faint blush at the corners of his eyes. He looked like a helpless little rabbit, which made people feel pity for him.

Facing Xiao Yi like this, Shen Bingning's heart softened and she quickly comforted him, "Okay, I won't leave. I'll stay here with you."

After hearing this, Xiao Yi seemed to be really relieved. He relaxed his body, leaned on the bed, and slowly closed his eyes.

Silence returned to the room, with only the occasional trickle of hot water and Xiao Yi's even breathing intertwined.

Shen Bingning stared at the steady rise and fall of Xiao Yi's chest, confirming that he had fallen into a deep sleep. At this moment, he was completely defenseless against her, showing his most vulnerable and soft side.

She used a towel to gently wipe his neck which was wet with sweat due to fever. As the medicine took effect, Xiao Yi began to sweat profusely, and simply wiping his face and neck was no longer enough.

So, Shen Bingning carefully lifted the corner of the quilt, gently lifted his collar, and carefully wiped the sweat off his chest.

As she struggled to help him turn over and prepare to clean his back, those shocking scars came into view, instantly attracting all her attention.

Each of these scars seemed to be a silent story, intricately interwoven on his back, covering almost half of his back. It was hard to imagine what kind of suffering and torture he had gone through to leave such deep and dense marks.

In Shen Bingning's memory, when she left, the only wound on his body was the old wound on his leg.

So, what happened to him during the time she was away?

With trembling fingers, she gently stroked the scars. The rough touch penetrated her fingertips and went straight to the depths of her soul, leaving her with mixed feelings.

Although she had some understanding of the story in the book, the world in the book was ultimately different from reality.

The book briefly describes how Xiao Yi turned the tide and ultimately defeated Xiao Qian to seize imperial power, but it does not describe in detail the difficulties and hardships he experienced along the way.

While reading, she only felt that Xiao Yi, as the protagonist, acted decisively and never showed mercy to his enemies.

And now, she suddenly realized that if it weren't for this determination, he might not have survived in this chaotic world until now.

In this era, even a trace of compassion may become a sword stabbing one's chest.

"If... I hadn't left you then... would everything be different..."

Shen Bingning whispered, but despite this, she knew in her heart that she alone could not change the established direction of the plot.

Even if she doesn't leave on her own initiative, the wheel of fate will push her away in some way, ensuring that the story develops according to the predetermined trajectory.

With a heavy heart, sleepiness came over me quietly.

After confirming that Xiao Yi's fever had subsided, Shen Bingning finally felt relieved and fell asleep on the edge of the bed, completely unaware that the person on the bed quietly opened his eyes at the moment she fell asleep.

Lu Zhong walked into the room quietly, holding the carefully made pastries. Just as he was about to wake up Shen Bingning to eat, he was stopped by a familiar and cold look from Xiao Yi.

His eyes were deep and his index finger touched his lips, signaling her to keep quiet.

Lu Zhong understood what he meant and left the room quietly without making any sound. The pastry in his hand was not delivered.

The plate of steaming snacks was left behind in the silent night.