Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

Wen Yu leaned against the stone pillar behind the bed, his right foot, covered in scars and nicks, held in Shen Yu's palm. The cold bone was forced to feel a slight pain by the normal temperature.

Wen Yu unconsciously gripped the sheets beneath him, turned his face in the darkness, and murmured an "Mmm".

Shen Yu didn't hesitate much. He placed the knife he needed to the side and quickly applied anesthesia to Wen Yu. After the anesthesia took effect, Shen Yu used the knife to cut open the flesh along the broken tendons of Wen Yu.

Wen Yu's right leg muscles tensed up immediately. Although he didn't say a word, Shen Yu could still sense the difficulty and repression he was suppressing under the pain.

The dosage of these anesthetics is too small, and Wen Yu will need to use them at several other places where her tendons and veins are ruptured. It is impossible for Shen Yu to use up all the anesthetics in this one go.

"Your Majesty, does it hurt a lot?" Shen Yu looked at Wen Yu in the white light.

Wen Yu's lips were completely bloodless, cold sweat poured from his forehead, his face was ashen, but his voice was as steady as a mountain: "It doesn't hurt, continue."

Shen Yu withdrew his gaze and said nothing more. After cutting open the flesh, he removed the severed Achilles tendon. Wen Yu's tendons had been severed for some unknown reason, the wound was extremely deep, and since he had not received timely treatment, a large amount of pus and blood had already accumulated inside.

Shen Yu was completely oblivious to the pervasive stench of blood in the air. After draining the blood, he took out the herbs he had prepared earlier. The sticky herbs melted upon contact with his hands, turning into a pool of clear liquid in no time.

Shen Yu lowered his eyes and dripped the liquid into Wen Yu's cut flesh.

In the darkness, only the faint clinking of knives and the heavy breathing of someone could be heard.

Wen Yu looked up at the darkness above. His vision was not clear, and his strength was being rapidly depleted as the surgery progressed.

Shen Yu's hand was still holding Wen Yu's ankle. After the anesthetic wore off, Wen Yu could feel the strength and warmth of his hands. Hidden beneath the intense pain, they provided some support for his limp body.

Wen Yu's fingertips trembled. He loosened his grip on the bed sheet and turned his head toward Shen Yu's direction.

The surgery on Wen Yu's right foot lasted for nearly half an hour. Shen Yu used fine thread to suture Wen Yu's wound, and then washed his hands with clean water.

"Your Majesty, let's observe the situation in a few days. If the right foot recovers well, then we can switch to the left foot."

After Shen Yu finished speaking, he did not hear Wen Yu's reply. He turned his head and saw that Wen Yu had already fainted, her face turned to the side.

This situation was within Shen Yu's expectations. Wen Yu was physically weak, and the fact that she could endure it without complaining of pain under these circumstances was already commendable in Shen Yu's eyes.

Shen Yu tidied up the things on the table, and as usual, he wrapped up the herbs and stuffed them under Wen Yu's bed. Then he poured out all the filthy blood from the basin.

The cloth covering Wen Yu's bed, which had previously been used for insulation, was now soaked with blood. Shen Yu glanced at it, then pulled out the cloth and stuffed it all into the trash that was to be thrown away tomorrow.

Wen Yu's expression only returned to normal after he fainted. Shen Yu covered him with a blanket, and before leaving, he saw the golden mask on Wen Yu's face again.

The mask is heavy, and Wen Yu wears it from morning till night. Now she even wears it to sleep at night, probably because it's so heavy that she can't breathe.

Shen Yu reached out and removed the golden mask from Wen Yu's face, revealing half of Wen Yu's rugged face beneath the mask, twisting as if struggling.

Shen Yu looked at it for a few seconds and then looked away. He placed the mask beside Wen Yu's pillow and then walked outside the beaded curtain.

After a few faint sounds of clothes being undressed, the room returned to silence. The occasional chirping of insects from the grass and trees outside drifted in, intermittent and indistinct.

Wen Yu lay motionless on the bed. He only opened his eyes after Shen Yu returned, turning his gaze to the golden mask beside his pillow.

The gold on the mask was fake, its brilliance and form concealed by the darkness. Wen Yu stood there stunned for a few seconds, bewildered, then silently covered her disfigured cheek with her hand.

After returning, Shen Yu took off his outer clothes and sat on the bed without moving. He waited until the creature that had been surviving for a while before beckoning to it.

Forced to watch the entire surgery in a desperate attempt to survive, it floated to Shen Yu's side and said irritably, "What are you doing?"

Shen Yu wiped away the bloodstains that had splattered on the ball with his coat and said, "Thank you for your help today."

"!" Gouqie was flattered and overwhelmed. "No trouble at all. You are my host, this is what I, Gouqie, should do!"

Shen Yu chuckled, "Thank you."

He's so smug about clinging to life; it seems not all his hosts are mentally ill. Just look at Shen Yu—handsome, intelligent, and capable; he's clearly a promising scoundrel.

Perhaps this time we can complete the mission quickly as well.

Secretly pleased with its survival, it pulled out its mission data panel and specifically checked Shen Yu's rebirth status.

Name: Shen Yu

[Current Rebirth Completion Status: 11%]

To live a life of ignominy: "..."

*

When Wen Yu woke up the next day, it was already noon. Shen Yu had already washed up and was resting in his room. Hearing the noise, he turned his head to look through the beaded curtain.

"Your Highness, you're awake?" Shen Yu walked to Wen Yu's bedside. "How are you feeling?"

Wen Yu had just undergone surgery and couldn't walk yet. He pressed down on the stone pillar next to him and said, "It hurts a little."

“It will be like this every day. Wait two or three days until you can get out of bed and walk, then we’ll see how things are,” Shen Yu said.

Wen Yu nodded, grasped Shen Yu's outstretched hand, and used it to stand up: "Have you had lunch?"

Shen Yu had been following Wen Yu around during this time. Apart from the poisoned food that the eunuchs brought every three days, Wen Yu's diet was relatively normal.

Wen Yu never had a good appetite, so the menu was always in Shen Yu's hands. Every day, Shen Yu would order some of his favorite dishes and bring them into the inner palace to eat by himself, under the guise of Wen Yu.

Shen Yu was surprised that Wen Yu still remembered these things, and he said, "Your Majesty, I am not hungry."

Wen Yu lost his balance; unable to move his right leg, he grabbed Shen Yu's arm and pressed most of his body against him.

"I'm hungry." Wen Yu sat down at the table and casually named a few dishes, instructing the palace maids in the outer hall to prepare them through a door.

Shen Yu, standing next to Wen Yu, heard everything clearly. He looked at Wen Yu and said, "Your Majesty, when did your tastes become the same as mine?"

Wen Yu ignored him, and he said, "I can't go out these few days, so you need to be careful with Eunuch Li and make sure no one finds out."

“Your Majesty, I know all this.” Shen Yu sat down next to Wen Yu, looking at the water in his glass that had long since gone cold, and said, “I saw my father-in-law this morning. He said that His Majesty has been dreaming about Your Majesty these past few days.”