"Come, wash up and get up. You can sleep on the bed later," Qingyao said.
Qingyao saw his head droop, as if he could fall asleep at any moment.
But when Qingyao spoke, he listened attentively, nodding vigorously, seemingly very afraid of her getting angry.
His cautious demeanor caused Qingyao's tears to fall into the bath. Her fingers touched something icy cold. As the lamplight flickered, her cheeks were wet, whether from the steam or tears, she couldn't tell.
Since there were no men's clothes in the sleeping chamber, Qingyao was bewildered when Shen Yu's voice sounded from beyond the screen, "My lady, the clothes have been brought."
"Good," Qingyao immediately walked around the screen and took the clothes from Shen Yu's hand.
Although his build was not as tall as Liu Zun's, it was almost the same. The clothes fit him perfectly.
Qingyao took the clothes and went in to help Liu Zun put them on. Facing his clear eyes, she felt much more at ease.
Besides, they were husband and wife. However, looking at the scars on his body, she wept again. After helping him dress, she had him sit on the edge of the bed and found a dry cloth to wipe his hair dry.
While tidying his hair, she called out towards the outside, "Mochou, come in."
Several people entered: Mochou, Bingxiao, Mingyue, Shen Yu, and Xiao Yuer. After washing away his troubles, the Emperor was still as handsome. His damp, dark hair fell loosely over his shoulders, and his white undergarment was slightly open, making him incredibly alluring.
Although he had lost weight, it did not diminish his appearance. However, when his eyes swept casually, they were as chilling as a frozen pool. Within three feet, no one dared to approach.
"Clear this away."
"Yes, Your Highness," the group moved together, quickly lifting the bath bucket and drying the wet spots on the floor. They also opened the window to air out the room.
Xiao Yuer smiled, looking at the clean man. Father Emperor was back. She slowly walked over. The cold man looked at her, and finally, a smile appeared. He spoke softly, "Xiao Yuer, my daughter."
"Yes, Father Emperor."
Xiao Yuer smiled happily. This was the happiest thing for her all night. She walked over and held her Father Emperor's hand. No matter what he became, she and Mother would never abandon him. Moreover, they would cure him. Father Emperor, you can rest assured.
After the sleeping chamber was tidied, Qingyao turned to Mingyue, "Come and examine the Emperor. What is wrong with him? Why is his mind like that of a seven or eight-year-old child, and his pulse is so erratic."
As Qingyao spoke, Mingyue stepped forward, but before he could get close to the Emperor,
the man suddenly sat up straight, glaring at her with a cold, stern look. His handsome face, like a magnificent crown, was instantly covered with a bloodthirsty killing intent. He clenched his fist, ready to strike.
Qingyao quickly reached out and held him, speaking softly, "Liu Zun, your wife is here. He won't harm you. He is here to treat you."
However, the Emperor, despite his mental immaturity, was very stubborn. He coldly refused.
"I don't need it."
"You?" Hearing his words, Qingyao was unwilling to concede. He had to recover quickly. If he couldn't be cured, how could a simpleton rule the empire?
Would Shangguan Hao really benefit? Moreover, they had no son, only Xiao Yuer. Who would succeed the throne?
"My wife is angry."
After Qingyao spoke, she made a move to get up, not looking at him. Mu Rong Liu Zun was instantly frightened. He quickly reached out and held Qingyao's hand, saying with great grievance, "Alright, my wife, don't leave. I'll let him examine me."
With that, he obediently extended his hand, but his handsome face pouted, showing extreme reluctance.
Qingyao paid him no mind and quickly signaled Mingyue to approach. Although he had agreed, Qingyao still felt his stiffness.
To prevent him from instinctively harming Mingyue, she sat by his side, holding his other hand tightly and speaking to comfort him.
"It's alright. He's a good person. He's here to treat you."
Mingyue took the Emperor's pulse, and his expression soon turned somber, indicating a serious condition. No one in the sleeping chamber spoke, all waiting quietly for him. When he released the Emperor's hand and respectfully stood up, Qingyao smoothed his temples and helped him lie down.
He seemed truly tired. As soon as he lay down, he closed his eyes, but one hand tightly grasped Qingyao's, refusing to let go. Even in his sleep, his brows remained furrowed.
"Your Majesty, how is it?"
Qingyao looked at him with concern, then looked up and asked Mingyue. Mingyue spoke softly.
"The Emperor's internal energy is chaotic because his meridians are injured, which is causing the qi flow to be disordered. In his current condition, he is completely unfit to use his internal energy. If he frequently uses internal energy, he will suffer from qi deviation."
"Furthermore, his mental damage is likely due to a blow to the head, causing a blood clot."
"Is there a way to resolve it?"
This was Qingyao's greatest concern. The Emperor must recover quickly so that Shangguan Hao could be eliminated.
Shangguan Hao, that mad dog, would surely hunt down anyone he found if he knew the Emperor was not dead. By then, more people would die. His abilities were not weak, so this was the most worrying aspect.
"The blood clot is relatively easy to treat with acupuncture, but it will take some time, from one to two months, or even two to three months. However, his damaged meridians need to be repaired as soon as possible, which requires someone with extremely high internal energy cultivation, meaning someone with higher internal energy than him can help him. I am incapable, and even all of us here are probably incapable."
"Then what should we do?"
Qingyao became a little anxious. This man wouldn't allow anyone near him and would use his internal energy impulsively. This would only accelerate his qi deviation and lead to qi deviation. Therefore, he was forbidden from using internal energy in the short term.
"Your Highness, do not worry. There are many powerful martial artists in this world. We can seek help from reclusive masters."
As Mingyue finished speaking, Bingxiao immediately stepped forward and said softly, "We can seek help from Elder Chi Xia. He is the master's master and a reclusive master. He can definitely help the master."
"Good," Qingyao nodded immediately. After the matters here were properly handled, they would go to Tianshan immediately. This would ensure Liu Zun's safety.
"It's getting late tonight. Everyone go down and rest. Starting tomorrow, Mingyue will stay by the Emperor's side to help remove the blood clot in his brain."
"Yes, Your Highness," everyone left.
In the sleeping chamber, Xiao Yuer stood by Qingyao's side, looking at the man sleeping soundly on the large bed. His brows were still furrowed in his sleep. Xiao Yuer couldn't help but ask with concern, "Mother, did Father Emperor suffer a lot?"
Her eyes fell on the black bloodstains on her Father Emperor's wrists and ankles. Was he actually chained up by someone?
Who would have thought that the overbearing emperor, who commanded the world with his might, would one day be chained by iron chains? And chained for several months. If Mother hadn't discovered it early, then...
Xiao Yuer dared not imagine what would have happened next. It was good that her Father Emperor was fine now. As long as he was alive, they would handle the rest.
Shangguan Hao, Ximen Xinyue, you wait. We will make you wish you were dead.