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

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."

The real master has spoken personally, and if Xiao Yu still insists on his own opinion, he would be ungrateful.

He lowered his eyes, "I obey your command."

He stroked his wrist with his fingers, his tone low.

Mo Zhu, who was holding the tray, was a simple-minded person. Seeing him like this, he felt a surge of pity and a sense of justice. "My Lord, Miss Xiao was really worried about you. She spent two hours just boiling the medicine and didn't even have time to eat breakfast or lunch before she rushed over to deliver it."

Ye Zhao didn't answer.

The faint veil revealed his slender figure, revealing loneliness.

"so what?"

Cuiwei asked, "If there's something wrong with this folk remedy, or if something is added to it, and the prince drinks it and something happens to him, can you bear the responsibility?"

"Your servant..." Mo Zhu's face turned red and she couldn't say a word.

Xiao Yu stood in front of her to defend her, "Miss Cuiwei, although Mo Zhu is reckless, she is also confused because of her concern. Don't blame her, blame me. I didn't think it through."

"My Lord, please punish me." Xiao Yu said as she leaned over and was about to kneel down.

Cuiwei felt a breath stuck in her chest, unable to move up or down.

Ye Zhao pinched the quilt and stared at the dark blue veins on the back of his hand. "Xiao Yu, are you worried about this prince?"

This sudden question made Xiao Yu's back stiffen.

Then, she recovered as before, the worry on her face impeccable, "Yes, Prince, I am very worried about you."

"Does your medicine really work?" Ye Zhao coughed twice, and the blush on his cheeks lingered for a long time.

Xiao Yu's eyelashes trembled, "Absolutely true."

"Bring it up." Ye Zhao Rushuang's eyes slowly turned to him, "Come here in person."

A sick person is like a tiger with its claws pulled out, with no extra energy to harm others.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yu took the tray from Mo Zhu and walked over slowly.

She lifted the veil, walked to his bedside, knelt down and held the tray high.

The unpleasant smell of medicine emanated from the bowl, making Ye Zhao frown. There was also a fishy smell, which could not be detected if one did not smell it carefully.

The haggard face seemed to disappear in the next second. He picked up the bowl of warm medicine and almost poured it over Xiao Yu's head.

Xiao Yu looked up at him with a sense of realization.

Ye Zhao's pale hands held the bowl, and when he looked at him, he showed arrogance and provocation, "What's added to the medicine?"

Xiao Yu's appearance was indeed extremely beautiful, with a touch of messy and fragile beauty. "Only medicine."

Ye Zhao's smile didn't reach his eyes. "You know, this prince doesn't like to hear lies. I'll give you one chance."

"And added some blood." Xiao Yu bit his lip, leaving a shallow tooth mark.

"Cutting flesh to heal a relative, huh?" The tone rose slightly, and danger could come at any time.

Xiao Yu calmly raised her eyes, taking the opportunity to let him see the sincerity in her gaze. "In my heart, the prince is my heaven and my benefactor. I hope this method can move heaven and cure the prince's stubborn illness."

Ye Zhao said nothing and looked at his hand.

Xiao Yu seemed to sense something and hurriedly pulled down his turned-up collar to cover his wrist.

But he made a mistake in a hurry and it took him several tries to pull it right. In just this short period of time, Ye Zhao happened to see it clearly.

The gauze wrapped around the wrist and the blood seeping through it.

Ye Zhao felt that it was a bit rude not to cooperate with him.

One is false affection, the other is false righteousness, and that's how it went on.

"Are you stupid? This is nonsense."

Ye Zhao seemed to be shocked and opened his mouth to refute.

"I only hope that the prince will be healthy every year." Xiao Yu said sincerely.

The two looked at each other for a long time, as if everything was said without words.

Until his throat felt dry and itchy, Ye Zhao couldn't help coughing.

Xiao Yu was also very considerate and patted his back lightly, while carefully avoiding dirtying his bed.

After coughing, Ye Zhao "believed" his "sincerity" and his attitude softened a lot.

The bowl of medicine that was supposed to be poured on his head was poured on the lucky bamboo on the bedside table.

He glanced at the peony basking in the sun in the window. Since he brought it back, it had become as ordinary as the others and no longer attracted his attention.

Ye Zhao loosened his grip, and the porcelain bowl fell to the ground and shattered at Xiao Yu's feet.

He didn't hide either, but knelt on one knee on the pedal and stared at him.

This posture did not give Ye Zhao a strong sense of oppression and successfully pleased him.

Ye Zhao stroked the tassel earrings on his ears with his cold hands, and went along with it.

"Oh, since Xiao Yu'er said so, this prince will be merciful and give you a chance to perform. If you fail, watch out for your skin."

"No, Prince..."

Xiao Yu was confused. Was it too fast?

Also, what the hell is Xiao Yu'er called?

When he tried to stop him, Ye Zhao had already grasped his injured hand and exerted force, causing Xiao Yu to groan in pain the next second.

He realized something and quickly let go of her hand. "I'm sorry, I was so happy that I forgot you were injured."

"No, it's okay." Xiao Yu forced a smile.

Ye Zhao cast an admiring look and excitedly called out, "Cuiwei, take Xiao Yu'er to the bathhouse dedicated to this prince to wash up and change into clean clothes."

Xiao Yu’s eyes went dark.

His drifting gaze fell on a certain spot, and he suddenly got goosebumps.

Is it possible that this sickly person is still thinking about that kind of thing when he is so sick?

His doubts could not be answered at the moment, so Cuiwei took the order and took him to the bathhouse.

Seven or eight maids wanted to rub his back, give him a massage, scatter flower petals, and bring him clothes. In short, they were busy as hell. But of course he refused to do any of that and hypnotized them all and kicked them out.

But it was because he saw how enthusiastic they were that Xiao Yu's guess was confirmed from every angle, which made him panic.

Shameless!

Scum!

rogue!

Even though he's this sick, it still can't stop him from sleeping with women?!

Was he like this before?

When Xiao Yu finished taking a bath and changed into new clothes, he thought about this and a feeling of displeasure mixed with anger rushed to his head.

How can you be so hungry at such a young age?

With his physique, he'd still be a piece of fat no matter where he landed. He really has no self-awareness...

He kept complaining in his heart, not remembering that in ancient times, young men would taste the rouge on girls' lips when they were in their teens, and it was not uncommon for them to have a few concubines who knew about the affairs between men and women.

He doesn't care anyway.

Putting his character aside, this young master is incredibly handsome. Otherwise, how could the brutal punishment still not stop the people in the mansion from being loyal to him?

When he smiled, it was sweet, and his eyes were sticky, like glutinous rice cakes. When he called him Xiao Yu'er, his tone was soft, and when he was not fierce, it was like...