Good heavens! The Supreme God is being relentlessly harassed!

The servant brought in the basin of water and then left.

After all, they knew that the prince didn't like having someone serve him while he washed up.

Having learned from his previous experience, Shen Wangchuan was quite adept at wiping Xie Liuyan's face this time. Of course, there was some resistance from someone, Xie Liuyan, who felt that washing his face wasn't that difficult for him.

After washing my face, I washed my feet.

Shen Wangchuan helped Xie Liuyan sit on his hard couch and placed the basin of water at Xie Liuyan's feet.

They knew perfectly well that Xie Liuyan's leg had been injured and was not as healthy as a normal person.

But when he actually saw it, Shen Wangchuan couldn't help but be shocked.

Those were a pair of pale legs that exuded a sickly air; one glance was enough to make one unable to look away.

Fortunately, the muscles did not atrophy.

Suddenly, Shen Wangchuan's gaze sharpened. On the back of Xie Liuyan's calf, there was a dark purple, bruise-like scar.

Even though two years have passed and the scars have become less grotesque, their shape still tells you that the injury must have been extremely dangerous.

Shen Wangchuan then realized what Xie Liuyan had been carrying all along.

He silently placed Xie Liuyan's feet into the water and gently rubbed them.

After not hearing him speak for a while, Xie Liuyan said in a self-deprecating tone:

"What, do you find my legs scary?"

He actually felt the same way. He was fairly confident he could dodge the arrows, but even if he had, all he would have faced afterward was endless assassination attempts.

On the surface, he was honored as regent, but he was only one step away from the so-called throne.

But after his leg was crippled, some people hiding in the shadows became less wary of him.

After all, everyone knows that the emperor of a country can never be a cripple.

Xie Liuyan wore a mocking smile, but his eyes gradually turned cold.

He shouldn't have harbored illusions; no one will truly understand.

Let out a breath, and Xie Liuyan then said, "Alright, you can go out now. I'll come back in after I've finished washing."

Shen Wangchuan raised his head, and Xie Liuyan was taken aback by his slightly reddened eyes.

"Does it hurt? Did you find out who was behind it all?"

Are you... feeling sorry for me?

How could it not hurt? I originally just wanted to make a show of it, but I didn't expect the assassin to be so well prepared, with the arrows coated with deadly poison.

In the end, even the legendary doctor from the Medicine Valley could only barely seal the toxins in his leg.

Xie Liuyan didn't immediately grasp Shen Wangchuan's concern, and after a few seconds of pause, he replied:

"It did hurt a bit at the time." After all, no one is indifferent to pain.

"But things got much better later."

"As for the masterminds behind it all, it's just a few people."

Shen Wangchuan had a pretty good idea of ​​the people Xie Liuyan had mentioned; the power struggles in the imperial court were far too dangerous.

Moreover, Xie Liuyan was doing something important for the country and its people at the time, and it was only nearing its end that someone was plotting against him.

The mastermind behind this will eventually face retribution, but what he cares about more is—

Is there any chance your leg can be cured?

Xie Liuyan gave him a deep look: "If I said yes, but it would be very troublesome, what would you do?"

Shen Wangchuan met his gaze with unwavering determination: "Naturally, we must find this glimmer of hope, no matter what trouble we may encounter!"

"Remember what you said today. It's getting late. Help me to rest. Tomorrow, we'll go to court together."

"Oh, I see."

Shen Wangchuan quickly helped Xie Liuyan get ready and helped him to the bedside.

He then returned to his bed.

Shen Wangchuan closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

*

He was woken up by a maid the next day.

"Young Master Shen, it's time to get up and accompany the Prince to court."

Attending court? He didn't recall that someone without official rank could attend court.

As a spoiled young master of the Shen family, his greatest pride was that he was more free than most people.

After all, he was extremely unwilling to get up early in the morning to listen to ministers gossip about trivial matters.

Of course, this is also the biggest reason why his father was so disappointed in him.

The Shen family is a prestigious clan, and naturally, their descendants are no weaklings.

Of the three generations, only Shen Wangchuan emerged as an anomaly. How could Shen Qingcheng not feel heartbroken?

Shen Wangchuan was thinking vaguely, but his brain slowly started to work.

wrong? !

He was supposed to accompany Xie Liuyan to court, but he almost forgot about it after taking a nap yesterday.

With a somersault, Xie Liuyan flipped up and was seen to be almost fully dressed in his court robes.

He quickly got up to wash up, but after getting ready, he was stumped about what to wear.

"Ayan, should I wear my usual clothes, or the robes that court officials wear to court?"

Both of them felt somewhat impolite.

Xie Liuyan had anticipated this question, and he gestured to the maid to bring out a set of uniforms exclusively for palace guards.

The dark black robe, with golden patterns running through it, looked incredibly imposing.

Most importantly, another maid stepped forward from the side, carrying a sword in her hand.

Shen Wangchuan raised an eyebrow; his role as a bodyguard was truly unique.

"Ayan, isn't it said that court officials are not allowed to carry swords to court? Can I bring this sword to court?"

Xie Liuyan put on a hat under the maid's clothes, and glanced at him upon hearing this:

“You are my bodyguard, and strictly speaking, you are not a courtier.”

"So that's how it's said," Shen Wangchuan said, expressing his newfound knowledge.

When he and Xie Liuyan appeared in the court together, he clearly saw his father's lips twitch.

Times have really changed; even my own unfilial son, who is neither good at literature nor martial arts, can one day attend court.

It was all thanks to the regent Xie Liuyan.

Shen Qingcheng's eyes were complicated, unsure of what expression to make.

Shen Wangchuan, who knew his father very well, had a smile on his lips. After looking at Shen Qingcheng, his gaze shifted to Shen Lichuan and Shen Fuchuan.

Today he got away with it by taking advantage of someone else's power.

After the eunuch finished speaking about the start of court, a minister stepped forward:

"Your Highness, may I ask if the person standing beside you is Shen Wangchuan, the third son of Minister Shen?"

One sentence implicated two people. These days, the civil and military officials are all incompetent; they just go around picking up trivial matters from behind people's backs.

Shen Wangchuan thought impatiently.

But Xie Liuyan replied, "So what if it is?"

"If I remember correctly, those who are not court officials are not allowed to attend court, are they?"

Surely my eyesight is failing; can't I see the huge guard uniform he's wearing?

Xie Liuyan said in a calm tone, "I know that Shen Wangchuan appeared in court as my personal bodyguard. Do you have any other questions?"

The minister immediately became obsequious: "I see, I have no problem with that."

Shen Wangchuan thought to himself: Sure enough, wherever he is, life is wonderful!