ch 68

An auspicious sign from the heavens, a dragon and a phoenix descending to the world.

In less than an hour, the news had spread throughout the palace. The Emperor had brought Eunuch Tong from the Thousand Autumns Palace back to Chengqian Palace. It was said that he had personally carried him into the dragon carriage. The position of the Empress had been left vacant for many years.

Although it was shocking to have a male Empress, it was not unprecedented in the previous dynasty. Moreover, the heavens had given instructions. Who could say anything? Who would dare to say anything?

Zong Huan looked at the uneasy little fellow in front of him and a trace of ridicule appeared in his eyes. Not to mention whether or not he was a true dragon, this Tong Jiabao was not a phoenix. He was clearly a canary that had not been properly raised. No matter how long he had been raised, how well he had been fed, and how meticulously he had been taken care of, he still wanted to fly to other people. Before he left, he would fiercely peck himself.

However, everything that had happened today could not be explained by the word "coincidence." The sudden fire, the heavy rain that fell from the sky, and the unpredictable purple lightning. If it was really a "coincidence," then the heavens cared too much for Tong Jiabao.

But if it was a conspiracy, who in the world could do it? No matter how much he thought about it, he would never have thought that the so-called miracle was nothing more than a gift that Su Yang had shamelessly asked for from the system.

Just as he was thinking, he heard Su Yang lightly hiss. His white and tender little face revealed a bitter expression. He said to the imperial physician: "Please be gentler. My leg is made of flesh, not wood!"

Zong Huan was originally a bit distressed, but he was immediately angered by his analogy and laughed.

Imperial Physician Li was terrified and did not know what to do. His strength was just right, but Eunuch Tong's skin was too soft and delicate. It was originally a simple flesh wound, but when it came to him, it was bruised and bloody. It looked incomparably tragic. With a little massage, the pain was unbearable. He could only sigh in his heart. Some people were born with a delicate life and should be pampered by others.

Before he finished sighing, Zong Huan could no longer hold back. The hand that was moving up and down Su Yang's leg was an eyesore. He immediately dismissed Imperial Physician Li and said: "You can leave. We will do it personally."

The imperial physician wiped his sweat and hurriedly handed over the medicine before hurriedly retreating.

When Su Yang saw Zong Huan walking towards him, he braced himself and said, "Master, why don't I do it myself …"

Zong Huan curled his lips and sat down directly in front of him. He asked, "Now that you know to call me master, didn't you previously order me around and say that I was annoying?"

Su Yang: "…"

Previously, he had thought that he had been castrated, and his heart had tightened. Now that he knew that the thing was still there, even though he couldn't do it, at least his appearance was passable. His heart was much more comforted, and he wasn't as irrational as before.

Zong Huan saw that he was looking down and not saying anything, so he pulled the obedient little thing onto his lap. Zong Huan's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and a trace of light leaked out from his eyes. It was extremely moving.

This little brat's cheeks had obvious baby fat, but he was actually very light. His entire body didn't weigh much when he was on Zong Huan's lap, and his waist was even more slender. Zong Huan had never held him before, so there was no way to compare. However, he could roughly guess that during these three years in Thousand Autumn Palace, he must have suffered a lot.

A trace of tenderness suddenly drilled into the bottom of his heart, and Zong Huan was caught off guard. He sprinkled the medicine on Su Yang's wound. He felt the muscles under his palm twitch slightly, so he held the white calf and slowly used his internal energy to massage it to relieve the pain.

Zong Huan's palm was warm and wide, as if it contained an endless amount of energy. At this moment, his movements were a bit more careful. He didn't seem like a dignified monarch, but rather an ordinary man trying to curry favor with his lover.

The pain in his leg gradually dissipated, and Su Yang secretly glanced at him. Zong Huan was naturally handsome, but unlike Mo Yan's exquisite features, he had more of a mature charm. He was like a polished and sculpted jade, making people feel that he could be relied on, and was worth relying on. However … the silly Qiong Qi had suddenly turned into a two-faced uncle. Su Yang only felt like he was in a dream.

Zong Huan didn't know about his inner turmoil, and continued to hold his white ankle. He lightly said, "Thousand Autumn Palace is destroyed."

Su Yang softly said, "En." He uncomfortably moved his ankle.

Zong Huan narrowed his eyes, and his tone suddenly became serious. He asked, "Do you still want to stay by my side?"

Of course he did. Su Yang looked at him expectantly. His black eyes flickered with hope and nervousness. He quietly asked, "Yes, can I?"

He looked like a pitiful puppy, politely asking someone if he could take the bone away. Even if Zong Huan had a heart of stone, he couldn't say anything to refuse.

He was silent for a while, and then dryly said, "Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pitiful puppy was already jumping around happily. As it muttered, "I knew you couldn't let go of me," it rubbed restlessly in his arms, making the Emperor's heart burn with anger.

Zong Huan raised his hand and slapped his soft buttocks. He scolded, "Behave yourself. Otherwise, I'll throw you to the laundry bureau tomorrow and have you wash clothes day and night."

The laundry bureau was a place for palace maids and eunuchs to wash clothes. It was a hundred times more miserable than the cold palace. The old people in the palace often said that if you went to the cold palace, there was still a chance to change your life. But if you went to the laundry bureau, there was no hope.

"I won't go to the laundry bureau. I don't know how to wash clothes …" Su Yang grabbed his chest and firmly said, "You can't bear to send me there. I know!"

Zong Huan glanced at him and coldly said, "Who said I can't bear to? I can't wait for a little spy like you to suffer more and learn your lesson."

Su Yang, "…"

Seeing Su Yang wilt, Zong Huan finally couldn't keep his cold face. His lips hooked up into a smile.

It was a smile that was completely different from the one in the original owner's memory. The cold aura couldn't hide the gentleness in his expression. No matter how many times he reincarnated, no matter if he had memories or not, this person still subconsciously treated him well. Even if his reason told him that this wasn't right, he still did it.

Su Yang looked at his smile and was startled. He inexplicably leaned over and planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth.