Chapter 25: Chapter Twenty-Five He Actually Forgot Everything!

Chapter 25: Two Five—He Actually Forgot Everything!

When Wei San woke up, his head was pounding, and he felt sore all over, even more so than when he first began martial arts training as a child and stretched his tendons.

He wondered, puzzled: besides a headache, could a hangover also cause body aches?

It seemed alcohol was indeed best avoided—just one cup had done this to him.

Enduring the soreness, he sat up and was about to push back the covers to get out of bed when he saw Wei Zheng enter the room from outside, followed by a servant.

The servant held a tray in both hands, and the light, savory aroma of meat porridge wafted into Wei San's nostrils, making him swallow hard, having not eaten all night.

"How are you? Is there any discomfort anywhere else?"

Wei Zheng walked to the bedside, looking him over carefully, and only relaxed after confirming he was unharmed.

"My lord, last night…"

As Wei San spoke, he lifted the quilt to get up and kneel to apologize, but Wei Zheng raised a hand to cut him off.

Wei Zheng knew how excessive he had been the previous night. He pressed Wei San back against the head of the bed, not forgetting to thoughtfully tuck a soft pillow behind him.

"If you're unwell, lie down a while longer. No one will fault you."

He signaled to the servant, who promptly set the tray on the table, arranged the bowl and chopsticks, then quietly left and closed the door.

With only the two of them left in the room and no outsiders present, Wei San relaxed a little.

He said anxiously, "My lord, last night, I was drunk… I didn’t do anything improper, did I?"

The better Wei Zheng treated him, the more guilty he felt. He thought himself utterly useless—not only unable to help, but also knocked out by a single cup of alcohol, drunk and unconscious. He really failed in his duties.

Wei San's vexed expression seemed genuine. Wei Zheng sensed something amiss; this attitude didn’t seem like how one should act after such a thing.

"You don’t remember any of it?"

He asked tentatively, a dangerous edge in his tone that even he hadn’t noticed.

Wei San’s heart skipped a beat, and he grew even more uneasy. He lowered his head, not daring to look at Wei Zheng, and asked weakly, "Should… should I remember something?"

Had he really done something? And what could it have been? Why did his lord seem so angry? He couldn’t have been like Wei Jiu, who once got drunk, stripped naked, and ran around the training grounds, could he?

It was after witnessing Wei Jiu’s drunken antics that Wei San had completely sworn off alcohol. No matter what methods Wei Er and the others used, they couldn’t sway him in the slightest. Yet, last night, the Fifth Prince had forced him to break his vow.

Just imagining himself drunk and behaving like Wei Jiu made him want to dig a hole and crawl into it.

Wei Zheng was equal parts annoyed and amused. He had spent the whole morning imagining how the assassin would react upon waking—he had even considered the possibility that the other might turn hostile or throw a tantrum, and had prepared ways to coax him. But he never expected that the other would remember nothing at all.

This was truly… unexpected.

Wei Zheng suppressed his anger, thinking that if he was unhappy, he should make the assassin even more miserable.

He deliberately made up a story, saying, "It wasn’t anything major. You just clung to me on the way back, calling me your 'husband.' Then you passed out drunk, and I had to carry you into the residence when we got out of the carriage, in front of all the servants the whole way."

Wei San stiffened. His first reaction was disbelief, but then fragments of conversation suddenly flashed through his mind.

*It really should be called 'husband'…*

*Seducing your lord is a punishable offense…*

He grew even more guilty and even less willing to meet Wei Zheng’s eyes, naturally missing the flicker of amusement in Wei Zheng’s gaze.

He pursed his lips, his fingers clutching the quilt curling and tightening, his mind in turmoil, unsure what to do.

Wei Zheng, having successfully pinned the blame on the assassin, was satisfied. He didn’t continue to add to the assassin's confusion but instead turned and walked toward the table with the food.

The meat porridge had cooled off considerably during the walk over. Wei Zheng picked it up, stirred it with a spoon, and returned to the bedside.

This time, however, he didn’t stand by the bed but sat down directly.

Wei San had just mustered his resolve. Closing his eyes and steeling himself, he said in a serious tone, "My lord, please punish this humble subordinate. For the crime of disrespect and rebellion, according to camp regulations, I should be whipped twenty times as a warning to others."

He was prepared to be punished, but what he got was instead a warm touch at his lips.

He opened his eyes in confusion and saw that what was pressed against his mouth was none other than the spoon in Wei Zheng’s hand. He lowered his gaze and stared blankly for a moment before realizing—his lord intended to personally feed him.

He gasped in alarm and shock, struggling to get up and apologize, but Wei Zheng stopped him with a look.

Wei Zheng said coldly, "Dare to get up and try?"

The hand that had been bracing against the bed to push himself up immediately retracted. He called out "my lord" uneasily, his heart unsettled.

"Open your mouth. Behave."

Two commands in a row—Wei San didn’t dare disobey and obediently accepted being fed.

The meat porridge was soft, fragrant, and truly delicious, but Wei San tasted none of it. His mind was a chaotic mess, thoughts swirling, and he only ate instinctively each time Wei Zheng fed him.

The bowl of porridge was soon empty, and his previously empty, faintly aching stomach felt much better. Watching Wei Zheng get up to put the bowl away, Wei San realized he had allowed his lord to serve him breakfast.

He had no idea how to express the turmoil in his heart, feeling that last night must have involved more than just calling his lord "husband" and being carried back to the residence.

Otherwise, why would his lord not only refrain from punishing him but also stoop to serve a mere assassin like him?

Wei San pondered this all day without reaching an answer. It wasn’t until he bathed and changed clothes that night that he discovered bruises on his body, as if someone had deliberately bitten and sucked hard on him.

He was no stranger to such marks—he would recognize them anywhere.

His face instantly paled, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

The forgotten memories from his drunken night finally came back to him, starting from being coaxed in the carriage to call his lord "husband," to being laid on the bed, pressed down, kissed, and caressed, followed by even more intimate things.

Those scenes gradually unfolded in his mind, leaving him both panicked and terrified.

He had actually… climbed into his lord’s bed while drunk and behaved so wantonly.

How would his lord view him? If his lord found out he hadn’t been a virgin, that he’d already lost his purity, would he find him disgusting? Or what if he later discovered Wei San’s sordid affairs with the fake Wei Liu?

Wei San felt as if his head were about to explode. Instinctively, he wanted to escape. He hurriedly put on his clothes, not even tying the fastenings properly, climbed out the window of the side hall, and vanished into the night in a few swift movements.

In the main bedroom of the side hall, Wei Zheng was calmly reading a travelogue, still pondering how to subtly help Wei San gradually recall the events of the previous night, when his sharp ears caught a faint sound of rushing air and the rustle of fabric fluttering in the wind.

He opened the window to look and barely caught a glimpse of a blurry retreating figure, strikingly similar to that of his male concubine, who should have been bathing.