I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Ye Zhao's expression changed slightly.

Following his orders, the servants didn't understand why he changed his mind at the last minute, but he was always right to do as he was told.

Ye Zhao came in front of Xiao Yu and took a closer look. His back was covered in flesh and blood, his clothes were stained red, his hair was disheveled, and his neck was wet with cold sweat, but his eyes were as calm as water, without any ripples in his expression.

It looks even more sadistic.

But his body, which could not support him, betrayed him and swayed almost imperceptibly.

"oops!"

Cuiwei, who was always steady, seemed to remember something and screamed in surprise. She leaned close to his ear and lowered her voice, "My Lord, can I just let it go? It would be bad if I serve that noble with an injury and get scared."

Your reflex arc is so long.

You should have remembered it earlier.

Ye Zhao raised his eyebrows and looked at Cui Wei with dissatisfaction, "Why are you telling me now?"

"...It's my fault." Cuiwei didn't dare to refute. In fact, she just thought of it at the last minute.

Can this be said?

Ye Zhao was about to say something when Xiao Yu suddenly looked up, and the light of a drawn sword burst out from his eyes and swept towards him.

Seeing such a look, Ye Zhao was not afraid at all. He even smiled with joy, and almost said directly that he had a new toy.

Seeing this, Xiao Yu endured it silently, lowered his eyes and suppressed the anger that was growing.

"Your Majesty!"

Not far away, a servant pushed through the onlookers and squeezed in, and he fell because he was too anxious.

He crawled over and rolled over, "Oh no, oh no, the prince..."

Hearing this, thinking of the original story where the prince heroically saves the beauty, Ye Zhao's heart was burning with excitement, and his eyes were filled with anticipation that could hardly be suppressed.

Unexpectedly, the servant raised the object in his hand high, knelt on the ground, raised his hands above his head, and held the letter, "The prince sent someone to deliver this letter to you."

what?

No, what about others?

Ye Zhao was puzzled and didn't bother to greet him. He snatched the letter and opened it as quickly as possible. He read through the entire letter with a smile on his face, and then his smile melted away like ice and snow.

"A drought in Ancheng?"

His fingers turned white as he held the letter, and he asked the servant who came over.

No, that’s not in the original novel.

What about Xiao Yu who was injured by him?

Who can give him a way out?

Waiting online, very anxious.

"Your Highness, yes, the Crown Prince must immediately take the court's disaster relief supplies to the disaster area today." What the servant said was similar to what was written in the letter, which was written by someone else and was more official.

It was specifically said that the prince had set aside these few days and would come in three days to avoid any accidents.

If nothing unexpected happened, I could have come here today to give the prince a surprise, but... Alas.

Ye Zhao found out after reading the letter and said he would visit another day.

What day is the next day?

How long will he have to wait?

The scumbag was extremely angry and began to resent those people for having something happen to them at this time instead of any other time.

Ye Zhao really wanted to complain. There are unexpected changes in the weather and people are subject to misfortunes at any time. Who can predict it?

But he is just acting. This is the mentality of a scumbag. Other people's life and death have nothing to do with him. He is unhappy himself, so why should he consider others?

This time, Ye Zhao was filled with rage towards Xiao Yu, thinking of his audacious behavior and the look in his eyes that seemed to want to get rid of him as soon as possible.

He sneered, his eyes cold and unconcerned, "It seems that now we don't need to worry about who his injury scares. Just keep fighting!"

Good, good, good.

I miscalculated, so I can only go on with it. Xiao Yu can only hope for the best and wait for a miracle.

Xiao Yu was whipped more than ten times in a row, the skin at the corner of his mouth was bitten and bleeding, and his black hair stuck to his fair cheeks.

Each time the salt water hit the wound repeatedly, it was so painful. The servant used all his strength, causing him to pass out from the unbearable pain.

"My Lord, this..."

The servant who was waving the whip saw that he was motionless, paused, swallowed his saliva in fear, and asked him for instructions.

Ye Zhao came in front of Xiao Yu and saw that his face was pressed to the ground and his back was covered in blood. He raised his foot and kicked him tentatively, but there was indeed no response.

His heart sank to the bottom. It was over. Was he going to be beaten to death?

A monster, so fragile?

"Your Majesty!"

A servant ran in, holding a wooden box carved with orchid patterns. "This is from the Prince's Mansion. It's a gift from the Prince to you as an apology. There's also a message. The Prince was worried you might be worried on your way, so he sent someone to deliver it to me urgently."

Ye Zhao glanced at the box. He was obviously very interested, but he pretended not to care and looked away. He was soft-hearted but not soft-spoken. "What are you talking about?"

"This……"

The servant looked around, unable to speak.

Ye Zhao frowned, "What can't you say here? Hurry up!"

Unable to bear his wrath, the servant gritted his teeth and read out in a rhythmic voice, "His Royal Highness's words are as follows, Zhao Zhao. There is always a loophole in a perfect plan, but the responsibility for this matter lies with me. When I return to the capital, I will make amends. You should be less angry, it's not good for your health. Don't be picky about your food, or you won't grow taller. Don't kick the quilt at night, or you'll catch a cold easily. And..."

The further it went on, the more corny it became. The servant's eyelids were twitching, especially when he saw the prince's face turn from blue to white, and from white to red. It was so scary that he suddenly forgot what happened next.

These caring words were so detailed and thoughtful that everyone present burst into laughter.

"Is this really the unattainable Crown Prince?"

"If you don't know, you might think it's some young master trying to please his beloved."

"Oh, the prince is blushing!"

Everyone was pushing and shoving each other, and they were talking back and forth. Something in Ye Zhao's voice irritated him, and he stamped his feet in anger. "Someone, shut his mouth! And you, get out!"

When he got angry, everyone scattered like birds and beasts, and the servant had his mouth covered, feeling extremely innocent and wronged.

Cuiwei saw that Ye Zhao's ears were red and bloodshot, and he was staring at the box. It was obvious that his anger had subsided.

The prince only said these things when he realized he was angry, but the prince just fell for it.

"Young Master, what about Miss Xiao..." she reminded cautiously.

Mood improved, Ye Zhao was very easy to talk to. "Look, he's not dead. If he's not dead, find the best doctor to treat him. No scars should be left on his body."

After saying that, he was about to walk inside, but suddenly, he turned around and saw Luqiao taking the box from the servant's mouth. The corners of his mouth, which were pressed down, curled up and he couldn't suppress it no matter what he did.

Cuiwei quickly agreed.

Back in the house, Ye Zhaohe stared absent-mindedly at the orchid wooden box on the table.

What's wrong with this prince? You can't really treat him as your cousin, right?

No, that's not the point.

The sudden drought actually ruined Butterfly's chance of being a hero saving the beauty. Xiao Yu got beaten for nothing, so wouldn't he, the cannon fodder, be in trouble?

Xiao Yu is the type of person who says, "I'm the weakest on the surface, so don't hit me. If we really fight, you will be the weakest."

No matter you are smiling or crying, you will always be stabbed unexpectedly.

After beating him like that, he wouldn't die early, right?

Ye Zhao sighed. Although his health was not good in this world, he didn’t have to go out. What did this mean?

It means having food and drink, clothes to wear and food to eat, and even playing games. It's simply a heavenly life. He wants to stay and doesn't want to leave.

"Prince, don't you want to see what's inside?"

Lu Qiao stared at the box emitting green light. Seeing that he did not move for a long time, she mistakenly thought that he was unhappy and immediately added, "No matter what gift Your Highness gave, it was a thoughtful gift."

In fact, over the years, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been giving gifts of jewels, jades, famous swords and calligraphy, as well as fox fur cloaks, various nourishing herbs, and hand warmers, all of which have never stopped. These are all things that the Crown Prince needs, and he likes them very much.

But what if?

Get some precautions first, so you don’t get unhappy and lose your appetite for several days.

Thanks to her, Ye Zhao, who was wandering in the sky, was called back, and he nodded.

Luqiao then opened...