Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

Mu Zeyu subconsciously wanted to ask Xiao Qiuzi to apply medicine to Chixing, but his eyes were immediately drawn to Chixing's bare upper body.

Silently walking out, Mu Zeyu stood at the door and instructed someone to bring the medicine.

A moment later, Chi Xing obediently raised his hands and feet, and Mu Zeyu helped him put on his clothes.

After dressing him, she personally applied medicine to his knees and palms.

After doing all this, Mu Zeyu noticed that Chi Xing's loose hair was still wet.

The dripping water droplets soaked her nightgown; some of the droplets slid down her slender neck to her collarbone, and then down her collar and into her chest.

Mu Zeyu recalled the red petals on her collarbone earlier; they were very beautiful.

Suddenly, I had an urge to leave a red mark on her gleaming white collarbone. I don't know if a red mark or a flower petal is more beautiful.

Mu Zeyu's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. He turned around and mechanically took a cloth to wipe Chi Xing's hair, like a puppet, completely devoid of any urge to kill.

He didn't see the smile in Akahoshi's eyes as she lowered her head. The fragrance of flowers in the bath filled his nose, and Mu Zeyu's movements as he dried his hair became more gentle.

Chi Xing sat on the soft couch, with Mu Zeyu's abdomen in front of him, and still couldn't resist pressing his forehead against it.

Just like many times before, when Ayu was drying his hair, she would always hug him tightly.

"Ok?"

Mu Zeyu felt his touch and suddenly felt a little dissatisfied. How could this little emperor be so greedy?

He took a half step back, and Akahoshi could no longer suppress the grievances in his heart; this time, he really wanted to cry.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly blinked, trying to hold them back.

He's a super hot guy, how can he always cry?

The young emperor kept his head down and didn't speak. Mu Zeyu suddenly noticed his disappointment, and a pang of heartache from the depths of his soul spread throughout his body like an electric shock.

For a fleeting moment, he longed to hold the little emperor tightly in his arms, just to hold him quietly.

After clearing his dry, aching throat, Mu Zeyu gently lifted Chi Xing's chin with his fingertips.

The tears that were about to fall hit his heart directly. Before he could even ask, "What's wrong?", Mu Zeyu raised his hand and used his thumb to wipe away the tears from his eyes.

"Does the wound hurt a lot?"

He himself was unaware of how gentle his voice was.

Akahoshi pursed her lips, shook her head, and didn't want to speak.

But inwardly, she couldn't help but complain: "I even took the initiative, and he didn't even hug me."

250 comforted him: "[That's normal. You and he were enemies to begin with. Your father killed his entire family and even tried to castrate him, so of course he hates you.]"

What 250 wants to say is that Mu Zeyu was already merciful by not castrating you.

It didn't dare say these words aloud, fearing that His Highness would cry even louder.

So, Ayu sees me as the original body and there's no way she could like me, right?

Akahoshi was even more upset.

Hearing these words, Mu Zeyu tightened the cloth in his hand.

An extremely absurd thought flashed through his mind: if he understood correctly, the original body that Akahoshi was referring to was the former Akahoshi.

So what is this now?

He hadn't looked at the things he'd found in detail before, but the young emperor was indeed going to hold a talent show, so how could that be fake?

Well then, let's have people observe carefully to see if the young emperor is any different from before.

At this moment, the little emperor looked so pitiful with his red eyes and silent appearance, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Mu Zeyu suddenly felt guilty, as if he were the culprit who had wronged him.

He seriously considered what he had done that had angered both heaven and man.

Just now, Akahoshi's thoughts flashed through my mind. Did Akahoshi want me to hold him?

Mu Zeyu sighed inwardly. Well, if he really wasn't the son of his enemy, perhaps it wouldn't be a big deal to hug him.

Besides, we've already hugged each other, so one more time won't make a difference.

Taking a step forward, Mu Zeyu bent down slightly and hugged Chi Xing, speaking somewhat stiffly:

"Don't cry. I'll have someone fetch some better medicine later, and you'll be better soon."

He was referring to the wound, but also to avoid Akahoshi suspecting that he could hear those strange thoughts.

As expected, Chi Xing didn't think of anything else. The moment Mu Zeyu hugged him, he stretched out his arms and hugged Mu Zeyu's waist.

She buried her face in his chest and closed her eyes, like a small grass that had found life in a desperate situation, desperately absorbing the warmth of the sun.

Mu Zeyu patted his back obediently. Having taken care of Grandpa Liang's grandson before, Mu Zeyu treated the little emperor like a child.

He was three years older than the young emperor, and in his eyes, the innocent young emperor seemed no different from a child.

After hugging for a while, Chixing's hair was almost dry, and Mu Zeyu let go of him and said:

"It is late, Your Majesty. You should rest early. I will take my leave now."

"and many more."

Akahoshi grabbed a corner of his clothes and asked, "Are you leaving the palace?"

Mu Zeyu nodded.

Akahoshi was unhappy again. She wanted him to stay, but then she remembered that they weren't close yet.

He could only say, "It's too late, Brother Yu, why don't you rest in the palace?"

I thought to myself, "At least we're under the same roof; maybe I'll see him first thing tomorrow morning."

He thought he would accept it as always, but Mu Zeyu simply carried him to the bed.

"Your Majesty, please rest. This humble subject will take his leave."

Before Chi Xing could stop him, Mu Zeyu left without looking back.

Akahoshi looked heartbroken, staring blankly at the empty room.

Sigh, she's still too weak; she's lost all her charm.

He touched his abdomen; there were no abdominal muscles, not even any soft flesh. His stomach was so thin that he could feel his ribs.

the next day.

Akahoshi gets up early for breakfast and then goes for a morning run in the yard.

This was his idea: first, he should train his body, and once he was taller than Ayu, wouldn't he be able to win her over directly?

Because of his injury, and because Akahoshi didn't want to attend the morning court session, he has been staying in his palace for the past two days.

The memorials were always handled by the regent, and since he hadn't shown up for two days, not many people paid any attention to them.

Chi Xing diligently trained his body and never saw Mu Zeyu.

He felt somewhat uncomfortable; he missed Ayu very much.

But soon, Akahoshi reached the edge of the lotus pond, stumbled, and fell straight in.

Upon seeing this, Sun Fu immediately shouted, "Help! His Majesty has fallen into the pond!"

A man in black darted out from his hiding place and headed straight for the lotus pond. With a leap, he lifted Chi Xing out of the water with one hand.

Upon recognizing the newcomer as a bodyguard sent by Ayu, Akaho coughed violently a few times and then fainted.

"Imperial Physician! Summon the Imperial Physician!"

Sun Fu's voice was hoarse from shouting, and the hidden guards nearby rushed to find the imperial physician.

Poor Physician Chen was grabbed by the back of his collar and thrown over there; the old man was nearly scared out of his wits.

"What did you say? Akahoshi fell into the water?"

Mu Zeyu, who was reviewing memorials, overheard the words of the secret guard planted beside the young emperor. He abruptly stood up, strode towards the door, and said:

"Prepare the horses, I am going to the palace."