"…"
The atmosphere instantly turned awkward. Lord Bai turned his head stiffly, as if he had been placed under a spell. Only one thought remained in his mind: Oh no, is His Majesty going to kill me to silence me?!
"Get back!"
Nangong Huang gritted his teeth. The moment he saw Lord Bai's expression, he realized his right-hand protector had completely misunderstood.
Lord Bai fell silent immediately, his face full of grievance. He didn't want to watch, but His Majesty forced him to watch! The handsome man turned his head ever so slowly, like a snail. His beautiful face was so red it looked as though blood might start dripping from his skin.
He lowered his head and muttered pitifully, "I'm watching, Your Majesty. Please… continue…"
Ahem. Though he himself wanted to continue too, Su Yiyi couldn't help but interject, for the sake of the beauty's health. "Lord Bai misunderstood. This is just an accident. His Majesty needs medical treatment."
Following her gesture, Lord Bai finally noticed the flat couch and several cylindrical jars on the side.
When he caught Nangong Huang's icy stare, Lord Bai's smile froze. "Hehe, your subordinate meant to say: Your Majesty, please proceed with the treatment!" His expression now screamed: I didn't misunderstand anything. I'm innocent. Completely innocent!
Unfortunately, the devilishly charming man didn't seem to believe him. With a small curl of his finger, he beckoned Lord Bai forward. That tiny motion was enough to scare Lord Bai out of his wits. He rushed over with trembling hands, wrapped his cloak around Nangong Huang's bare upper body, and, together with Su Yiyi, helped him lie down on the sofa.
Lord Bai vowed—even if he lived another hundred years, he would never dare glance at anything again!
Su Yiyi lit a fire with practiced ease, heated the cups, and began applying them to the major acupuncture points on Nangong Huang's back. A magical scene followed.
The jars latched tightly to his skin, and faint white smoke began to rise. In the blink of an eye, the misty steam turned into a faint icy blue.
Then, Su Yiyi inserted the first needle into Nangong Huang's back.
Lord Bai, standing to the side, was so shocked he couldn't utter a word.
Did he realize? The Miracle Doctor from Yehuang Tower had followed His Majesty for years, yet only after countless trials did he earn the right to touch His Majesty's skin. If the miracle doctor hadn't been killed recently, there was no way Jun Mo Ran, his disciple, would have taken his place so quickly.
But now… unexpectedly, His Majesty had allowed the Third Miss to treat him. Not only that, he exposed his entire back to her—without any resistance!
Could it be… the Third Miss is special to His Majesty?
Given Nangong Huang's background and all he had suffered, it was near impossible for him to trust anyone. If a regular person tried to touch him, they'd better prepare to die from blood loss!
Lord Bai glanced at the closed eyes of the devilish man and felt even more incredulous. The puffy-faced woman now treating His Majesty looked completely different. She was focused, meticulous, and calm, like a seasoned physician.
Moments passed. The man on the sofa began breathing steadily.
A thin sheen of sweat had formed on Su Yiyi's forehead. She had finished treating all the key points and only needed to wait for the effects to take hold. At last, she relaxed, her eyes drifting to the devilishly handsome man who had somehow fallen asleep.
His usual coldness had faded, replaced by a calm, almost fragile beauty.
Su Yiyi swore this was the most beautiful sleeping face she had ever seen.
Lord Bai's eyes sparkled, and he distinctly noticed something in the Third Miss's gaze—something soft and tender that was hard to ignore. Her eyes, fixed on His Majesty, looked capable of melting an iceberg. It was deeply moving.
The bold young woman even reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind Nangong Huang's ear.
Lord Bai's instincts screamed that something was wrong. Could it be… the Third Miss—
No! Absolutely impossible!
Still, Lord Bai couldn't help worrying for Su Yiyi. With His Majesty's looks and status, women had always fallen for him. But over the years, Lord Bai had seen them all meet terrible ends—obsessed, broken, or worse. None had ever truly won his heart.
"Lord Bai, let him sleep. In a few hours, we'll be able to identify the blocked meridian. Once we do, removing the cold poison will be much easier."
"Then… Third Miss, you…"
Su Yiyi smiled. "I'll stay with him. Here's the prescription. Please prepare it. Have him drink two doses after he wakes up."
He was clearly her master, yet the Third Miss used the word please—as if Lord Bai were the outsider here!
I need to find a chance to speak with her. His Majesty is far too dangerous… The Third Miss mustn't get involved too deeply.
Once the man left, Su Yiyi let out a long sigh.
How could I appreciate such beauty properly with a third wheel around? Now that she could finally admire his sleeping face in peace, Su Yiyi felt that if she didn't do something, she'd regret it for life!
Chapter 041 – Captivated by His Beauty
Broad shoulders, a sculpted back, strong yet lean thighs, firm and shapely buttocks—this man was clearly crafted by the heavens. Just one look could make hearts race.
Even more absurd was his skin—smoother than silk, more radiant than a woman's. How in the world does a man keep himself this unfairly beautiful?!
Su Yiyi somehow pulled out brush, ink, paper, and a writing board from thin air. She had to seize this once-in-a-lifetime chance to sketch the bathing Adonis as a reward for all her efforts!
Elegant jawlines, a chiseled nose, thick eyelashes, and hair as dark as night…
Time passed—minute by minute—but Su Yiyi didn't feel bored in the slightest. Simply being in the same room as this divine being brought her unparalleled joy.
"Mission complete!" she whispered, eyes twinkling. She reached up to wipe sweat from her brow, only to smear a thick streak of ink across her face. Her pig-like face instantly transformed into a cat-like mess.
By the way, when she had helped Nangong Huang out of the pool earlier, she realized something about the water—it wasn't ordinary.
There were expensive medicinal herbs mixed in, designed to promote circulation, eliminate blood stasis, and speed up tissue regeneration! She instinctively touched her swollen face. The medicines she had prepared were still back at the residence. But wasn't this holy healing water the perfect remedy for her too?
Now that she thought about it, her soaked clothes had dried, though they were wrinkled and clinging uncomfortably to her body. She'd been pulled out of the water earlier like a drenched chicken, and now she reeked of salty river water.
She glanced at Nangong Huang again—still deep asleep. A spark lit up in her clear eyes. Without hesitation, she set everything down and tiptoed toward the pool behind the screen.
Her wet clothes slipped from her soft, fair skin as she stepped gracefully into the warm water. As the herbal bath enveloped her body, she let out a sigh of comfort.
This place was like a luxurious spa, allowing her to submerge and shed all exhaustion. It felt heavenly.
Before she realized it, night had fallen. The river outside was quiet. Only this boat floated gently with the current.
On the sofa, the man furrowed his brows. His long lashes fluttered. Then, abruptly, he opened his eyes.
Everything familiar came rushing back to him—and Nangong Huang was stunned.
He had actually fallen asleep? And not just any sleep—deep, defenseless sleep. Normally, even if exhausted, he would remain seventy percent alert to guard against danger.
The man shifted uncomfortably—only to realize that a bunch of jars were still stuck to his back.
And more importantly—he noticed something unusual near his tailbone.
His inner power, which had vanished completely, was slowly gathering in his dantian again. The helpless sensation from before… was fading.