Chapter 129 I’m Asking You a Question!

Chapter 129: Hey, I'm Talking to You!

Xiao K dismissed it nonchalantly: "Even if you can't hear me—gotta say hi anyway~ Host, please pass it on for me!"

It humphed twice: "So what if I call him Xiao Liu? It sounds more intimate. Host, you're not jealous of that, are you?!"

Xiao Yan couldn't be bothered to argue with it.

He whispered to Liu Qingci: "I'll explain later."

Over there, Imperial Physician Sun had already finished studying the prescription.

His eyes, originally filled with terror, had shifted to... fervor, his fingers trembling slightly as he held the prescription.

"A divine physician... a divine physician!"

Imperial Physician Sun now felt no fear of ghosts, nor any fear of Prince Yu. His eyes were filled only with longing for medical knowledge.

He even stepped forward boldly, approaching Xiao Yan, and asked: "Your Highness, where did this prescription come from? Could you perhaps introduce this old subject to that divine physician?"

Xiao Yan: "..."

Xiao Yan had initially found the imperial physician somewhat familiar but hadn't given it much thought.

Now, seeing his fervent pursuit of medicine, Xiao Yan suddenly recalled an eerily familiar scene.

He had no choice but to use the same tactic as before: "Are you still trying to pry into my affairs?"

One sentence snapped Imperial Physician Sun back to his senses.

He retreated with fear and trepidation: "Yes, yes... I dare not! Your Highness, this prescription is extremely profound. I dare say that if it is used for His Majesty, he will wake up within a month!"

He could see the efficacy of the prescription so quickly and was so confident—it seemed Imperial Physician Sun truly had some skill.

Xiao Yan was very pleased: "Good. Father will be in your care. Once he wakes, I'll make sure you're well rewarded."

Imperial Physician Sun repeatedly agreed, accepting this generous promise.

This hot spring retreat was in a secluded location, beyond Xiao Jing's reach. It was an ideal place for the emperor to recuperate.

Xiao Yan led Liu Qingci back to the adjacent room.

The room was still lit only by a single faint candle.

Xiao Yan rolled up his sleeves and personally began lighting the candlesticks one by one.

Liu Qingci followed him step for step and asked: "How did you manage to get them... out of the palace?"

"And back then, we were clearly in the outskirts, yet in the blink of an eye, we were in the hot spring pool."

Liu Qingci had too many questions about Xiao Yan.

He hadn't had the chance to ask before, but now he wanted to blurt out all his questions at once.

"Is this some kind of sorcery?" Liu Qingci pressed close behind Xiao Yan, looking serious. "You said you had outside help. Did that helper do all these things? Who is so powerful? What kind of being is it?"

"It's me, it's me~ Xiao Liu, my name is Xiao K~"

"I'm not that impressive (´▽｀), Xiao Liu, you're impressive too."

Xiao Yan finished lighting all the candlesticks in the room, instantly brightening the entire space.

The dancing flames clearly illuminated Liu Qingci's confused and curious eyes.

Xiao Yan found the noisy Xiao K in his mind rather annoying.

So he reached out, wrapped an arm around Liu Qingci's waist, and pulled him into his arms.

Without warning, he lowered his head and kissed his lips.

At the same time, the chattering voice in his mind vanished instantly.

In the air, only the faint breathing of the person in his arms could be heard.

Liu Qingci's eyes flew wide open.

He froze in Xiao Yan's arms, his hands hanging in midair, unsure where to place them.

Feeling Xiao Yan about to go further, he finally came to his senses and pushed him away.

He glared at Xiao Yan, his voice louder than before, tinged with anger: "I'm asking you a question! Keep your hands to yourself!"

With that, he broke free from Xiao Yan's embrace and walked to the table, sitting down with a pout of feigned anger.

Xiao Yan felt his arms empty and instinctively hurried over to soothe him.

"I'll answer you right now. I'll tell you everything, okay?"

He pulled a stool close to Liu Qingci and sat down beside him, then, catching him off guard, scooped him up onto his lap.

Liu Qingci, taken by surprise, let out a surprised yelp.

Turning his head, he saw Xiao Yan's eyes brimming with laughter, looking at him.

"Xiao Yan!" he finally reacted, his voice strained, "What are you doing!"

Xiao Yan's arms wrapped around Liu Qingci's waist, steadying him firmly on his lap.

He whispered coaxingly in Liu Qingci's ear: "Just like this. I'll tell you slowly."

Liu Qingci, from childhood, had ingrained etiquette and rules into his very bones—his every move and posture followed strict decorum. Such a posture made him utterly at a loss.

He tried to struggle free, but Xiao Yan held him tight, making it impossible to move.

In his ear, Xiao Yan's gentle, magnetic, and endearing voice sounded:

"Let me tell you about my past, where I come from. Just let me hold you like this while I talk, okay? It puts me at ease."

The words made Liu Qingci's ears tingle pleasantly, and his struggling came to a halt.