Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

The emperor, looking down at him from his high position, felt his agitation intensify, and his tone of voice became harsh as well:

"The Marquis of Xuanping's family has such good manners, yet they dare not kneel before me?"

Akahoshi's hand, hidden under her sleeve, clenched tightly, her eyes burning with resentment, which instantly turned into silence.

Perhaps because he had been sick for more than half a month, he felt very tired.

With a bend of the knees, one is about to kneel before the person in front of them.

A hand supported his elbow, and Zhao Yuheng chuckled, "Alright, I said no need for formalities."

"Cough cough cough..."

Chi Xing covered her mouth and nose with her other hand and coughed. She subconsciously tried to break free from Zhao Yuheng's grip on her arm, and warm tears fell onto the back of Zhao Yuheng's hand.

A burning sensation pierced Zhao Yuheng's heart, causing a sharp pain. His breath caught in his throat, and the person in front of him, who was the same height as him, fell forward.

"Son!"

Afu lunged forward to cushion Chixing's fall, but Zhao Yuheng was faster. He stepped forward and embraced the boy's slender body.

"Pass on the imperial physician."

He bent down and picked up Akahoshi, and then he saw Akahoshi's face clearly.

The red robe made his thin face appear as white as paper, his thin lips were bloodless, his eyes were tightly closed, and there were still traces of tears about to fall at the corners of his eyes.

The autumn wind rustled the sycamore leaves, which fell on the boy's smooth forehead. The boy was so still and silent that he seemed to blend into the autumn colors, and when winter came, he would turn into mud along with the autumn leaves.

How can someone the same height as me be so light?

This was Zhao Yuheng's thought when he entered the room. He placed Chixing on the bed, and his brows immediately furrowed tightly.

The bed was covered with a thin blanket, and that was the only other heating in the room.

The autumn wind made the windows creak. Zhao Yuheng covered Chixing with a blanket and glanced coldly at the others.

Li Zhong kicked Xiao Yezi, saying, "You bastard, go close the window!"

He then pointed at the others and yelled, "And you guys, what are you standing there for? Go find some new bedding."

Zhao Yuheng gritted his teeth: "Did I ever say that I would cut back on his expenses?"

Li Zhong knelt down with a thud: "It was this servant's negligence. His Majesty said that the expenses for a lower-ranking person are sufficient."

In fact, Li Zhong had already made arrangements, which was much better than a lower-ranking position. However, he never expected that the young master's body was made of gold.

The imperial physician rushed in from outside, saying that he had come once in the morning and had fainted again in the afternoon. Physician Liang began to doubt his medical skills.

He forgot to even greet her upon entering and rushed over to take Akahoshi's pulse.

Fortunately, Zhao Yuheng didn't care about these things; he just wanted to know what was going on with Chi Xing.

His breathing is weak; could he be dying...?

A sharp pain shot through his palm; Zhao Yuheng hadn't realized when his fist had become clenched so tightly.

Perhaps he didn't want Akahoshi's death to cause trouble; he didn't want Akahoshi to die here.

If Chi Xing dies, won't the Marquis of Xuanping's mansion be thrown into chaos?

"Cough cough..."

As soon as the acupuncture was administered, Chi Xing began to cough violently. His pale brows furrowed, and he trembled all over from the cough. He lay on his side, leaning against the edge of the bed, and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Afu panicked and knelt on the ground. The white handkerchief he was holding was stained red with blood, a shocking sight.

"Young master, how are you?"

"Imperial Physician, please save my young master."

The young master looked to the imperial physician with pleading eyes. Afu had never imagined that the young master would become so ill. If the Marquis found out, he would die a hundred times over.

The imperial physician wrote down a prescription: "Go and decoct the medicine, quickly."

Afu went out with a blood-stained handkerchief. The imperial physician was about to continue acupuncture on Chixing's arm, but the pain made him want to curl up. Just as the imperial physician was about to call for help, a hand grabbed Chixing's wrist.

Zhao Yuheng sat on the edge of the bed, half-embracing Chixing, his brows furrowed: "Quickly."

Physician Liang sped up the acupuncture, and Chixing nestled in a warm embrace, her hand holding his wrist burning hot.

He stopped moving, staring blankly in pain.

Zhao Yuheng remained in this position for a quarter of an hour while the acupuncture was administered. After the imperial physician removed all the needles, Afu brought over a bowl of dark, black medicinal soup.

Chi Xing, smelling the medicine, tried to back away, but he was still in Zhao Yuheng's arms.

"Give me the medicine." Zhao Yuheng personally held the medicine, blew on it to make sure it wasn't too hot before bringing it to Chixing's lips.

"Drinked."

The emperor spoke in a commanding tone.

Akahoshi gritted his teeth, thinking: [It's so dark and unappetizing, even a dog wouldn't drink it.]

250: [Even the immortal lords have arrived.]

Akahoshi sneered: "What does his arrival have to do with me? Who is he?"

250: ...

【Then, should we prepare another blood pack? Let him vomit blood a few more times, scare him to death.】

Akahoshi: [Hmph.]

He pursed his lips, refusing to drink the medicine. The next moment, the pain in his cheek forced him to open his mouth, and the warm medicine made him cough.

"Well……"

"Cough cough cough..."

Another heart-wrenching cough erupted, and Chi Xing's cheeks flushed an unnatural red. She slumped limply into Zhao Yuheng's arms.

A hand patted his back gently, and Chi Xing finally heard a hint of heartache in his voice: "Young Master is so delicate."

Akahoshi's ears turned slightly red after hearing this, and she lowered her head to avoid looking at him.

The imperial physician said that he was weak and had caught a cold, which was exacerbated by excessive worry.

"What are you worrying about at such a young age?" Zhao Yuheng didn't understand the young playboy's thoughts.

Akahoshi naturally wouldn't answer; if Ayu didn't love him, then he didn't love this fragment either.

He admitted that he was indeed spoiled, and that it was because Ayu had spoiled him.

Akahoshi was covered with the blanket, but she still felt drafty. Autumn in the north was very cold. Akahoshi closed her eyes at some point and snuggled close to the source of heat.

Zhao Yuheng looked around the room, wrapped the person in his arms with a new quilt, and whispered to Li Zhong, "Prepare the carriage, we're going to Fengqi Palace."

Li Zhong: ...

"Yes."

Akahoshi woke up to find herself lying on a soft, large bed.

Looking around but not seeing the person he wanted to see, Akahoshi stared blankly at the top of the tent.

"Young master, you've finally woken up." Afu held the medicine in his hands.

"The imperial physician said to eat something before taking the medicine. This servant will feed you."

He put down the medicine, picked up a bowl of porridge from the table, and prepared to feed Akahoshi.

"I'm not eating. You can leave now."

Afu was helpless. His young master was very stubborn and wouldn't listen to anyone's advice. In the past, his wife would coax him.

By the way, could he ask His Majesty to release the young master from the palace so he can return home and recuperate for a while? Perhaps his illness will be cured then.

However, before he could go look for him, Li Zhong's voice came from outside: "The Emperor has arrived—"

Footsteps could be heard, and there were many sounds of bowing outside, indicating that a lot more people had been added.

Akahoshi pulled the blanket up to completely cover her face.

Upon learning from Afu that someone hadn't eaten or taken medicine, Zhao Yuheng came over and pulled back the covers.

Akahoshi immediately looked away, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Get up and take your medicine."

"You want me to feed you again? Akahori, are you a child?"

Akahoshi curled his lip: "I'm a spoiled brat."

Zhao Yuheng frowned slightly, recalling the words he had spoken at the entrance of Changqing Pavilion.

"He holds a grudge."

He asked with amusement, "What, am I not allowed to criticize you?"