Chapter 286: The Regent’s Spoiled Eunuch (13)

Chapter 286: The Regent's Spoiled Eunuch (13)

The room's oppressive atmosphere grew even heavier.

"How is it?"

Ying Chengan's expression turned terrifyingly dark, his aura nearly crushing the old royal physician's spine.

The old royal physician immediately knelt down, saying nervously, "Although the wound missed any vital areas, the arrow's tip had been poisoned with the rare poison 'Tears of Scent.' The poisoned person will slowly die from tears over the next seven days."

"The antidote," Ying Chengan said in a cold, clipped tone, his face showing no trace of anger.

The old royal physician was lying on the ground, not daring to look up at the regent.

"It requires gathering seven types of flowers known for their aphrodisiac properties. Each day, the patient must be treated with one type of flower and must not..."

The old royal physician dared not continue.

Ying Chengan's demeanor sank, "Must not what?"

The old royal physician was trembling uncontrollably, "Must not lose their virginity."

With the explanation having reached this point, the old royal physician steeled himself, his voice trembling as he spoke.

"On the seventh day, the patient must have a complete and thorough crying session until their tears dry up before they can return to normal."

"After that, the patient must never be exposed to the scent of these seven flowers, otherwise they will be poisoned again."

After finishing everything in one go, the old royal physician knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe loudly.

Ying Chengan walked to the bedside and took the unconscious little eunuch's hand, his voice cold.

"I will send people to find the seven types of flowers. You wait outside to see if they are usable."

The old royal physician quickly responded, "Yes, yes, yes."

The old royal physician quickly withdrew, and Ying Chengan gazed down at the pale little eunuch, his lips pressed tightly together.

He remained calm throughout the entire ordeal, as if he would not lose his mind.

But inside, he was already in turmoil, with only fragments of reason left.

Ying Chengan tightly held Song Chuyi's hand, his pupils pitch black.

Half an hour later, a flower that met the requirements was brought in.

Ying Chengan placed the rare flower next to Song Chuyi as instructed by the old royal physician.

The rare flower emitted a faint fragrance that slowly entered the nose.

Song Chuyi also smelled that fragrance.

It was somewhat like a rose, but with a hint of osmanthus.

Truly a rare flower, even its scent was different from ordinary ones!

As the fragrance was gradually absorbed into his body, Song Chuyi felt his body trying to awaken his consciousness.

His long eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"My lord?"

He called softly, with a mix of confusion and uncertainty.

Ying Chengan responded in a low tone with a soft "Hmm."

Song Chuyi observed Ying Chengan's expression.

His face was cold, and his brows held a coldness, but there was no madness.

He seemed as if he wouldn't lose control.

That's probably for the best; his waist should be safe.

After all, whenever the antagonist felt insecure, it would affect his waist.

"Your wound still needs dressing."

Ying Chengan said, personally taking care of Song Chuyi's wound.

The unusual flower nearby was still emitting a faint fragrance.

Song Chuyi felt as if ants were crawling under his skin, itching unbearably.

His body instinctively leaned in towards Ying Chengan.

"My lord, hug."

He nuzzled Ying Chengan's hand, rubbing gently against it.

Ying Chengan did not stop the little eunuch's actions, treating the wound even more gently.

The inscribed scroll, which had been held in the little eunuch's hand and now had a hole, was placed beside the bed.

Ying Chengan picked it up and unfurled it.

The arrow had pierced through the "double happiness" character, splitting it in two, glaring in its conspicuousness.

Song Chuyi also saw the scroll, nuzzling Ying Chengan's hand.

In a soft voice, he said, "I want to keep that scroll safe."

"Please keep it for me for the time being, my lord."

Ying Chengan calmly responded, rolled up the scroll again, and placed it under the bed.

The little eunuch kept rubbing his face against his hand.

A moment later, it felt like it wasn't enough, and he pulled Ying Chengan's hand to his collarbone.

"My lord, please touch."

The little eunuch's voice was honeyed, sweet and cloying.

Song Chuyi seemed unaware of his words, acting purely on instinct.

Ying Chengan held down his arm.

"Be patient." Song Chuyi's eyes widened in shock, hardly able to believe what he had just heard.

The fragrance of the flowers was strong, and their effects were growing even stronger.

The fragrance of the flowers was affecting not only Song Chuyi but Ying Chengan as well.

He didn’t originally need to be there to treat the illness.

He could have locked the little eunuch in the room, leaving him to endure the agony of desire alone.

Without him by his side, perhaps the eunuch could have endured it better.

But instead, Ying Chengan didn’t choose to do that.

He let the strong floral scent enter his own body.

The extraordinary flower truly lived up to its name; even with his profound internal strength, he still couldn’t fend off the overwhelming heat.

He experienced the same pain that the little eunuch was enduring at that moment.

His eyes faintly turned red, his blood boiling beneath the surface, causing his pale skin to flush.

Ying Chengan’s big hand pressed down on Song Chuyi’s arm, chuckling softly.

“Why did you save me?”

Upon hearing this, Song Chuyi managed to regain some of his composure.

He nuzzled Ying Chengan’s knee, speaking softly, “Because you’re really important to me.”

He wasn’t lying; he was being honest and focused.

“Really, really important.”

After quietly repeating it, Song Chuyi lowered his head, the corners of his eyes slightly red.

The composure he had regained was shattered in an instant.

Ying Chengan stared intently at Song Chuyi’s clearly dilated pupils, his thin lips slightly parting.

In his haze, Song Chuyi heard Ying Chengan’s voice and struggled to think clearly.

“But I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

He tilted his head, looking at Ying Chengan, but his eyes were unfocused.

“If you get hurt, something really bad will happen.”

He couldn’t quite put his finger on what that bad thing would be.

But a voice in his head kept telling him that Ying Chengan must not get hurt.

Ying Chengan’s thumb pressed into Song Chuyi’s palm, his voice growing slightly hoarse.

“I would be just like you are right now, suffering.”

Enduring this torment of desire.

But as a martial artist, he had enough internal strength to resist it to some degree.

Unlike the young eunuch, who could only let the heat wash over his body in waves.

Song Chuyi blinked slowly and lowered his head.

"You don't want me to save you?"

His voice was very soft, filled with vulnerability and grievance.

"It's not that," Ying Chengan's Adam’s apple bobbed, "I just..."

Something came to his lips but Ying Chengan swallowed it back.

In his calm gaze, it was as if turbulent waves had suddenly risen.

He closed his eyes, and tranquility returned to him.

Song Chuyi felt an overwhelming sense of discomfort, but with his arm pinned by Ying Chengan, there was nothing he could do.

He could only rest his leg over Ying Chengan's body.

Mumbling indistinctly, "Just what?"

Ying Chengan pressed down on Song Chuyi's leg, his voice growing even hoarser.

He lowered his head, his gaze direct and bare, calm yet hiding a trace of obsession.

"I can't bear to see you get hurt."

It was even more painful than being hurt himself.