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

From the thin chin, it finally stops at the fragile neck.

In the dead of night, the flickering candlelight made Xiao Yu's figure seem even more erratic.

There seemed to be a flash of struggle in the deep pupils.

If he had exerted even the slightest force, the hypocrite would have died on the spot.

As if disturbed by his murderous intent, Ye Zhao moved his hand hanging by the bed.

When Xiao Yu was on guard, he turned over and continued sleeping with his back to him.

Seeing that he showed no signs of waking up, Xiao Yu raised his fingertips and pointed at his thin back.

Through the pure white lining, the strange and complex totem is faintly visible.

Staring at the totem, Xiao Yu was very puzzled.

If you were to use this thing against a mortal, you only need to draw one-third of it. But when used on Ye Zhao, not only did it not work, it actually backfired on him, shocking him so much that he revealed his true form...

It seems that I have to wait until all the totems are finished, and I can only draw a little at a time, so I can't be impatient.

Then let him live for now.

After making this decision with some reluctance, Xiao Yu conjured up a peony in the vase, exactly the same as before.

Looking at his hand hanging outside the bed, with a silk handkerchief wrapped around his injured finger, Xiao Yu had an ambiguous expression, and a ray of light condensed at his fingertips and sank into his wound.

After doing all this, he turned into a wisp of breeze and disappeared.

Ye Zhao woke up the next day, coughing non-stop, with a splitting headache. The coldness that plagued him worsened, and he didn't feel warmer even after covering himself with six or seven layers of quilts.

When Cuiwei heard him coughing, she quickly ran to find Doctor Wang.

Doctor Wang came to see him and said that he had become ill due to shock and that he had returned to his old ways of being bedridden and taking medicine all the time.

Ye Zhao didn't doubt what the doctor said. After all, he was really scared at that time.

However, every day he just took medicine and slept, and his bones were so cold that they ached, worse than before. He felt that his life was over and there was no hope.

The news of Ye Zhao's relapse of his old illness spread like wildfire in the mansion. Everyone from top to bottom was extremely worried. They all reached a consensus to try their best to keep the mansion running and not let the prince worry about it no matter what.

What's worse, some even prayed to gods and Buddhas, wishing they could bear the pain for him. The reason was simple: they liked Ye Zhao, felt sorry for him, and hoped that he could be as well as before.

In the afternoon, Ye Zhao reluctantly ate a few mouthfuls of yam and red date porridge and couldn't eat anymore. His little face was sickly pale and he curled up in the quilt, looking listless.

No matter how warm the room was, the warmth couldn't reach him, as if it was shielding him.

I was so cold that my teeth were chattering and my lips were turning blue.

Luqiao is usually the most lively and talkative one, but now her eyes are red, she is biting her lips and looks unhappy.

The calm Cuiwei now has dark circles under her eyes.

There was a knock on the door.

Thinking that the boiled medicine was being delivered from the kitchen, Cuiwei lowered the gauze curtain to block the wind, walked to the door and opened it.

Seeing the uninvited guest standing outside the door, he was stunned.

Xiao Yu, who was standing outside the door, had not yet fully recovered from his illness. His lips were pale and bloodless as he smiled at her, "Miss Cuiwei, I heard that the prince was ill, and I am very worried."

Blocking his view from inside without leaving any trace, Cuiwei said expressionlessly, "Since you know that the prince is not feeling well, you also know that he is not convenient to see people. Miss Xiao, please go back."

"Miss Cuiwei, my mother's hometown has a folk remedy that may be useful for the prince's illness."

Xiao Yu gestured, and Mo Zhu came forward with a bowl of black medicine.

Cuiwei immediately covered her mouth and nose, her displeasure growing even more intense. "Take it away, take it away! Your Highness is a precious child, and the medicines he takes must be prescribed by a trustworthy doctor. Don't take these things of unknown origin."

Even this "trustworthy" doctor was specially assigned by the Emperor to take care of the Crown Prince.

As he said this, he pulled the door with both hands to close it, but it was not closed tightly.

Seeing Xiao Yu easily open the door with her hands, Cuiwei was extremely surprised and didn't understand where she got so much strength from.

Then, she flew into a rage, "Mrs. Xiao, I made my words very clear, didn't you hear me?"

Without waiting for his answer, Cuiwei called out to the door, "Someone, come here."

As soon as he finished speaking, eight servants came over with weapons in hand.

The noisy arguments outside gave Ye Zhao a headache and his eyes hurt even more. He only listened to the general idea and remembered some key words.

"Cuiwei, is that Xiao Yu outside?"

When Cuiwei heard his voice, she glared at Xiao Yu who was disturbing the peace and quiet, and did not dare to hide anything from Ye Zhao, "My Lord, it is him."

Ye Zhao covered his lips and coughed violently, "...let him in."

Cuiwei's expression was blank for a moment.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiao Yu passed by her, and Mo Zhu followed closely behind.

Cuiwei snorted coldly, signaled the servants to leave, and closed the door with a feeling of dissatisfaction.

Xiao Yu paused a meter away from the curtain and bowed, "I pay my respects to the young master."

"What are you here for?" Ye Zhao was really puzzled. Did they think his death was not fast enough and wanted to speed it up?

Xiao Yu was innocent. "I heard that the prince's old illness has recurred and is more serious than before. I was very worried. I remembered a folk remedy from my mother's hometown, so I specially got some medicine and boiled it for you."

Ye Zhao remained indifferent. "I am very well, there is no need for that. Just take your things and leave."