How can I bow my head and serve the powerful officials?

Xie Chengze thought he meant that if they died, no one would pay them a monthly salary, and they might even be buried with him. That would be a nightmare.

I understand, being a royal employee is just such a hardship.

He comforted them, "Don't worry, if I were to die someday, I would definitely leave a will in advance to make proper arrangements for you and solve your retirement problems!"

Wu Ji couldn't help but chuckle and rubbed Xie Chengze's fingertips with his cheek, "Thank you, Your Highness. Your Highness is so kind."

but……

How could they let His Highness die in front of them?

Even if His Highness disappears again, they will always guard this body until... he comes back again.

Wuhen, who was kneeling beside the bed peeling an orange, had finally peeled off all the white threads on the orange peel. Just as he was about to feed Xie Chengze, Zhu Xiaobiao ran in hurriedly, "Your Highness! Your Highness, pretend to be asleep! The Crown Prince is coming!"

"Fuck! Why is he here!" Xie Chengze immediately put down his crossed legs and crawled into the quilt. He accidentally touched the wound on his arm and took a breath of cold air, but he didn't care about the pain. He quickly put his hands down, frowned, closed his eyes, and pretended to faint.

Wuhen silently held up the orange peel in his hand, and was mocked by Wuji Wuqing beside him, "Serves you right, I told you to peel it so slowly~"

Wuhen really wanted to stuff the whole orange into his mouth to make him shut up, but in the end he couldn't bear to peel the orange so he stood up and stuffed the orange peel on the table into Wuji's clothes to destroy the evidence.

Then he grabbed Wuzhi's collar with the hand that was peeling the orange and pulled him to the position where he should stand as a subordinate.

Wuji was so angry that he vomited blood, "Wuhen! You did it on purpose! Orange juice is hard to wash off!"

Wuhen lowered his head and pretended not to hear.

Wu Ji wanted to say something when he heard familiar footsteps at the door. He frowned slightly and lowered his head reluctantly.

The footsteps approached, and a pair of deep golden boots stopped in front of him. In the entire palace, only three people were worthy of the golden color that symbolized the royal wealth and status - Emperor Jian, the Queen, and the Crown Prince Xie Jinyu in front of him.

Xie Jinyu stopped in front of Wuhen and Wuji, and glanced at them with a lukewarm gaze. His voice was gentle but with a hint of indifference that was barely noticeable, "Go down."

Wuhen Wuzhi paused for a moment, but finally walked towards the door. Xie Jinyu watched the two people leave until the wooden door was closed. Then he turned to look at Xie Chengze who was unconscious on the bed.

His breathing was deep, his chest rose and fell, and his eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Xie Jinyu's eyes swept over the tribute fruit platter on the table next to her. There didn't seem to be anything unusual, as if the faint orange scent at the tip of her nose just now was an illusion.

His long boots moved slightly, and he strode towards the bed and sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes fell on the slender arm wrapped in white gauze. A trace of cruelty flashed across his eyes, and then a deep heartache emerged.

He raised his hand and gently covered the back of Xie Chengze's hand. It was hard to tell whether his tone was cold or warm. He lowered his eyes and said, "Second brother, does it hurt?"

The unconscious man on the bed couldn't answer, so he just kept talking to himself, "Those useless bastards in the Dali Temple haven't found the mastermind behind the assassination yet. Father has handed the matter over to Shen Yuan to handle, and has transferred him to the Ministry of Justice..."

Xie Jinyu's hand slid down to the bed, and his four fingers went around the side of the unconscious young man's hand, gently lifting his palm, and his thumb slowly rubbed the young man's little finger joint, and said solemnly, "Shen Yuan's character is like that of Master Shen, too upright and loyal. I believe that my father also saw this, so he decided to let him handle this matter, but..."

He glanced at Xie Chengze's pale face, gently scratched his jaw with the back of his index finger, and said in an ambiguous tone, "Do you think the criminal he found is the real mastermind behind the scenes?"

In just one day, Shen Yuan had caused panic in the court. The memorials impeaching him piled up like a mountain. The perceptive officials had almost realized that Shen Yuan was using the assassination case as an excuse to thoroughly investigate the embezzlement of Yizhou's disaster relief funds.

A Chengdu Prefecture Transport Commissioner could not fulfill Shen Yuan's ambition at all.

And how could Xie Jinyu, who has always had a keen insight, not notice anything unusual?

Xie Chengze closed his eyes tightly and didn't dare to move at all. He didn't want to get involved in this at all.

Especially Xie Jinyu's tone and actions now, it was clearly a secret warning to him: Second brother, don't pretend, I have seen through everything, you'd better behave yourself in the future, don't conspire with Shen Yuan to leave a good reputation, otherwise I will strangle you to death...

Look, look! His hands really started to pinch his neck!

The man's fingertips traced the attractive neck line to the slightly protruding Adam's apple of the young man, and then he opened his broad and thin hands and gently grasped Xie Chengze's fair and slender neck.

Under his palm was warm skin and a faintly beating pulse, just like the young man himself, soft yet extremely warm.

The man caressed the young man's lips greedily, and when his eyes touched the young man's slightly pale lips, he couldn't help but bend down slightly, but when he was about to touch them, he stopped in mid-air.

Xie Chengze only felt that the darkness in front of his eyes darkened, and it seemed that Xie Jinyu raised his body and leaned towards him.

What is this for?

Could it be that you think his face is so handsome that you want to tear it off and stick it on your own face?

Xie Chengze was lost in thought when he heard Xie Jinyu sigh, "Forget it."

If you are scared, you should avoid him.

The darkness in front of him returned, and Xie Chengze breathed a sigh of relief: It was a close call, my beauty was saved!

After Xie Jinyu sat up straight, he picked up a tangerine from the table next to him and began to peel it slowly.

Speaking of which, the person who used to peel fruit for my second brother was Xie Jinyu.

My second brother was lazy when he was young. He didn’t like peeling fruit or getting his hands dirty, so he would rather not eat it or touch it.

But even so, he was willing to play in the water with her, willing to be patient and red-eyed, apply ointment bit by bit to the wounds on his back caused by the whip in the middle of the night, and blow on his wounds to coax him to sleep.

At that time, he was responsible for all the fruit peeling work for his second brother.

No one knew that the noble crown prince had developed the skill of peeling people's skin.

But later, his second brother personally threw the red fruits he had peeled on the ground, saying it was bad luck.

He still looked at himself intently, but he was not only looking at himself, but also at his identity as the crown prince.

His second brother became more and more disgusted with him and rejected him more and more. Xie Jinyu didn't know what he had done wrong. He even thought that if his second brother liked the position of crown prince so much, he might be willing to give it up.

As long as Second Brother... is willing to stay in the capital forever, stay by his side forever, and only have room for him...

What a simple thing it is.