Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

The next day, Ye Fuheng slowly opened his eyes and felt a piercing pain in his fingers. He looked around but did not see Chang Qing. His eyes instantly became gloomy.

"Where's the princess?"

The maidservant beside him said, "The princess went to the kitchen and said she would cook for the prince herself to nourish his body."

Ye Fuheng was slightly stunned. Are you going to cook for me personally?

Ye Fuheng felt uncomfortable lying down and wanted to change his posture, but he pulled his wound when he moved, and all the blood disappeared from his face. The maid stepped forward and gently helped him up to lean on him.

When Changqing arrived, he saw the two of them being very close to each other.

She didn't say anything, just stood there watching, until the maid stepped aside and then she walked to the bed.

As early as when Changqing arrived, Ye Fuheng noticed that someone was coming. When he saw Changqing, his brows relaxed and his eyes fell on the jar held by Qiuqiu behind Changqing.

"Jinhua, you had a fever last night. Why don't you take a good rest? Just let the servants do these things. Why do you have to do it yourself?"

"I've taken the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician and I'm fine now." Chang Qing looked at him with a hint of worry and tenderness, and said, "You lost so much blood, do you feel better now?"

Ye Fuheng didn't know what she was feeling. She acted as if nothing had happened last night. Chang Qing was so abnormal last night that Ye Fuheng was a little at a loss, but she also felt that everything was moving in a good direction.

"It's nothing serious, just need to lie down for a few days." Ye Fuheng shook his head slightly.

"I made chicken soup for you, and asked Lord Xu for some medicinal herbs to go with it. It's good for your health."

Chang Qing stood up and gently scooped half a bowl of chicken soup into a small bowl. Hot steam rose, and a faint smell of Chinese medicine mixed with the aroma of chicken soup spread instantly, making Ye Fuheng's heart itchy.

Chang Qing sat on the bed, with a few strands of black hair hanging from her jade-like neck. She scooped a spoonful of chicken soup with her right hand, blew it gently on her lips, and smiled at Ye Fuheng: "Try it."

Ye Fuheng looked at her, and suddenly half lowered his eyes, no longer looking at Chang Qing. His dark eyes, where Chang Qing couldn't see, were filled with complex and deep emotions. He felt as if there was a fire in his heart that seemed to be about to burn him to death.

He opened his thin lips slightly and swallowed the soup.

The expression on Ye Fuheng's face froze instantly, and he couldn't spit out the chicken soup in his mouth nor swallow it.

He swore that he had never tasted such terrible soup.

Chang Qing didn't seem to notice anything was wrong with him, and asked with a faint smile: "How does it taste? This is the first time I make soup for someone."

The girl's eyes were too bright, and the wounds on her fair and slender fingers were too glaring. Ye Fuheng didn't want to see her disappointed, nor did he want to disappoint her. He swallowed the chicken soup and said with a smile, "It tastes good."

The smile on Chang Qing's lips deepened, and then he fed him another half bowl.

To Ye Fuheng, this time seemed both long and short. If she treated him this way, the injury wouldn't have to heal so quickly.

However, after a few days, someone came to the palace. When the young emperor heard that the regent was injured, he specially sent someone with the imperial physician to visit him.

As for how much truth there is in this, it is hard to say.

The eunuch was quite amazed. Normally the Regent was terrifying, cold-faced and cruel, but recently he was injured every other day and there was no news about him.

After Ye Fuheng had changed the medicine, the eunuch said cautiously: "The assassination of the prince concerns the country, but should we let the people of the Dali Temple investigate it thoroughly?"

Ye Fuheng looked unhappy, and sat there coldly without any reaction, watching Chang Qing practicing martial arts not far away. It was not until a layer of fine sweat appeared on his eunuch's forehead that he spoke: "This king does not like others to interfere in my affairs."

He turned his head and looked at the eunuch with a cold and sharp gaze, a smile on his lips: "Eunuch Wei, if anyone wants to try and cross the line, I will accompany you to the end."

Eunuch Wei was frightened and almost couldn't stand the pressure from Ye Fuheng. He lowered his head and nodded repeatedly.

Seeing that Ye Fuheng stopped talking and only focused on the woman not far away, Eunuch Wei smiled flatteringly on his white and beardless face, and said with a smile: "Since the prince is in good health, it is time for me to return to the palace to report. Your Majesty is still concerned about the prince's health."

After a while, Ye Fuheng finally spoke: "It's just a minor injury. Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

"Bei Luo, please see Eunuch Wei off for me."

Bei Luo walked out and left with Eunuch Wei. After leaving the Regent's Palace, Eunuch Wei stopped.

"Miss Beiluo, I have some important matters to attend to and cannot delay, so I will not trouble you to see me off."

Beiluo nodded and turned back home.

After returning to the palace, Eunuch Wei walked into the Hall of Supreme Harmony in small steps.

There were no lights on in the hall, and it was empty and without palace servants serving. It was silent, with only one person sitting at the top, supporting his head with his hands, and his gentle breathing was steady and long.

He was hiding in the darkness, and his face and expression could not be seen clearly. Only a ray of daylight poured in through the narrow window.

Eunuch Wei stood there for a long time before the person above him moved and immediately spoke to Eunuch Wei beside him: "How is it?"

Eunuch Wei knelt before the little emperor and said, "Your Majesty, the Regent was indeed seriously injured, just as the imperial physician said. When I went there today, I happened to see the Regent changing the bandages. In addition to the wound, his finger was also bandaged."

The little emperor chuckled: "He has many experts around him, even those who are comparable to my secret guards. Can you find out who hurt him?"

"No." Eunuch Wei said, "The Regent King does not want the Dali Temple to intervene. He seems to want to let it go. He even warned this old servant for this."

Eunuch Wei told the little emperor everything that happened in the Regent's Palace.

"He does care about his princess. It is true that the world has misjudged him and really believed that he is cold-blooded and heartless. However, I don't know whether this princess is lucky or unlucky to be targeted by him."

After the little emperor finished speaking, he threw the bird in his hand aside and said, "This bird is dead. I'll have someone send another one over some other day."

Eunuch Wei quickly asked the palace servants to turn on the lights, then stepped forward, held the bird, which had already become cold and stiff, in his palm, and handed it to others to deal with.

The little emperor said: "Since the regent is fine, he should come to court. Otherwise, my court would be less interesting and the expressions of the ministers would not be so interesting."

Ye Fuheng also wanted to take a break during the court session. He had been watched by Chang Qing these days, who tried every way to make soup for him to nourish his body.

The tonic effect is very good, but her cooking skills have not improved.

Seeing that his injury had not healed and he had to go to court, Chang Qing was too lazy to get up before dawn to make soup for him. He stayed in Yueshui Pavilion leisurely and practiced martial arts with Nan'an Xiwang during the day, and occasionally Beiluo would join in.