Xiao Yao didn't think much of it, assuming the temperamental dog king was annoyed because she had started to speak but then stopped.
After a moment's thought, she couldn't help but say, "Do you masters not care about human lives at all?"
Feng Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"
"The maidservant was just careless and touched her wound while styling her hair, and you want to beat her to death? Isn't that too much?"
She wasn't gossiping behind anyone's back; she genuinely felt such behavior was too wicked.
"And you too."
Xiao Yao turned her head to look at him, her eyes filled with resentment.
"Even if you are a noble prince, high and mighty, you can't be so careless with human lives!"
Feng Ye Xuan remained silent.
Xiao Yao continued, "She already suffered such severe internal injuries, and that kick almost killed her. You even ordered people to beat her with sticks, you..."
She hesitated before sighing, resigned. "Forget it. You are always so high and mighty; when have you ever cared about the lives of your subordinates?"
To them, killing a subordinate was as simple as crushing an ant.
Xiao Yao didn't know why she was complaining to him. Such noble masters would never empathize with them.
So, what was there to complain about?
"You say that maidservant suffered severe internal injuries?"
"She was spitting blood and almost died!" Xiao Yao glared at him. "You gave the order yourself, yet you pretend not to know... Forget it, I didn't say anything!"
Feng Ye Xuan's expression was indeed grim.
But it wasn't because she was complaining about his cruelty. It was because Chu Qian Li had injured a maidservant so severely.
Just because she touched her wound?
That dead woman never used to do such things...
"Your Highness, the tea is almost ready. I have an idea."
The little maid sitting on the small stool, still brewing tea for him, was pondering something.
Feng Ye Xuan stared at her profile.
His mood, which had been poor due to knowing Chu Qian Li had severely injured a maidservant, inexplicably improved as he looked at her.
"What are you thinking about?" he couldn't help but ask.
"Your Highness, was your throat poisoned at some point, making it like this? It seems the toxin hasn't been completely cleared yet, has it?"
It was a bit hoarse, and though not unpleasant, his throat must have been quite uncomfortable when he spoke.
Feng Ye Xuan continued to gaze at her.
These words, it seemed, the dead woman had also said something similar.
His mood became increasingly strange.
After finally composing himself, he said indifferently, "How so?"
"I can help you cure your throat!"
Xiao Yao's mood suddenly brightened. "Your Highness, if I cure your throat, can you, in consideration of my contribution, overlook those few sprigs of lavender..."
"That depends on my mood," Feng Ye Xuan replied, his eyes unchanged, making it impossible to tell if he agreed.
"But if you can't cure it, I have plenty of ways to deal with you."
"What?" Xiao Yao was almost dumbfounded!
If she succeeded, there might not be a reward, but if she failed, she would be punished?
If she had known, she shouldn't have brought it up at all!
She had meant well, and he was being so unreasonable!
"Hmm?" Feng Ye Xuan raised an eyebrow, staring at her face.
Seeing her subtly annoyed expression, his mood improved a little more.
He even felt like laughing.
"Hurry up and treat my throat! If you can't, you'll never leave the Xuan Prince's Mansion in your life!"
"Are you... serious?" Had she dug a hole for herself?
"You can try!" Feng Ye Xuan felt this decision was excellent.
As long as she couldn't cure his throat, he would have a valid reason to keep her here forever.
However, why was he suddenly thinking about forever?