With Langyue’s involvement, my work became noticeably easier. Feeding medicine, guarding – these repetitive tasks she was doing with great enthusiasm, and I was still somewhat struggling to adapt.
Idle all day, I found it even more mundane than the days in Forbidden Mountain. For a while, I only thought about Ye Suo’s injuries healing quickly so I could leave, not because I owed Ye Suo much gratitude, but because of an inexplicable emotion in my heart that I couldn’t untangle.
This day, I was preparing to get two books from Ye Suo’s room to learn to read and pass the boring days. As soon as I stepped into the doorway, I saw Langyue half-lying on Ye Suo, murmuring something. Seeing this scene, my face involuntarily heated up. Just as I was about to quietly retreat, Langyue had already raised her…
head and was looking directly at me, a barely perceptible cunning smile at the corner of her mouth: “Jiao Long, you’re here.”
“Ah? Yes, yes, I’m terribly bored, coming to get some books to relieve my boredom!” I said like a little thief, stammering, rushing to the bookshelf and randomly grabbing two books, wanting to leave, “You two continue… I’ll just go…”
“Jiao Long, well…” Langyue’s hands seemingly unintentionally gripping Ye Suo’s hand tightly, said with an embarrassed expression, “The Great King never allows outsiders to touch his books.”
I stood there like I’d been struck, holding the books, not knowing whether to put them back or turn and leave.
Langyue laughed, like a copper bell: “Jiao Long, you should put the books back to avoid displeasing the Great King. If you want to read, there are a few books in my Chong Yue Tower. I’ll have a servant bring them for you, okay?”
If I read his books, he would be displeased.
He held me tightly, his voice trembling with a hint of pain.
“But you are Lang Yue’s medicine…” I said with a bitter smile, letting him hold me, knowing I didn’t have the ability to break free. I thought I should learn some self-defense skills someday, otherwise my heart might not be able to handle his sudden attacks.
“…Must you involve Lang Yue?” He suddenly let go of me, his tone icy cold.
How could I not involve her? She was his wife…
