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The night breeze knocked on the windows while silence roamed the room. A man and woman rested on the close stool ”bed” covered in a robe. A torch and the palace light from far away brought in a glimmer of light, shining on one that sat upright and the other that slept. After a while, the one sitting upright gradually slumped down further and further. The one sleeping gently pulled her down and covered her in half a piece of cloth. He leaned towards her, snuggling closer to share the same piece of cloth and then fell back into a deep slumber.
Meng Fuyao drifted off to sleep for a while.
In her dream, Lord Yuan Bao paced left and right in front of her, playing with the masks using the light from the candle. The flickering lights blinded her eyes as she waved in annoyance, scolding, ”Rat, you are damn annoying.”
This scolding woke her up, and to her surprise, the first bit of copper hues had already peaked through the horizon. Meng Fuyao climbed up while the beautiful assassin continued to sleep. Looking at his cracked lips, she got some water to feed him as she knew that fever patients were usually very dehydrated. With much care, she helped the beautiful assassin leaned against her knees. Despite his severe injuries, his lips were still rosy red. The clear water gracefully dripped into his mouth from between his lips like droplets of water dancing between the petals of the roses—a sight to behold. Meng Fuyao stared blankly as she could not help but reach out her fingers to wipe his lips.
This touch did not wipe off the makeup she had anticipated; her fingertips were still clean. Meng Fuyao laughed quietly to herself as she shook her head. Did she think that all men enjoyed putting on makeup like that crossdresser?
Her finger brushed past the corner of his lips and paused there when suddenly a hand latched onto her wrist.
The beautiful assassin woke up once again, quietly looking at her as he rested on her lap. The glassy eyes seemed to hypnotize her as it conquered up beautiful fantasy. Meng Fuyao, with her guilty conscience, tried to pull her hand away but τhe beautiful assassin refused to let her go and held her hand against the light as though he was admiring the elegant contours of her fingers and the pure white skin. He was entranced and then suddenly, he sent her fingertip into his mouth and gently bit down.
Meng Fuyao quickly pulled her hand away and yelled angrily, ”What are you randomly biting for?”
The beautiful assassin turned to the side. His gaze was somewhat mystical, like a silver river enshrouded by the morning fog, sparkling under the golden sun rays and glistening under the moon's silver touches. From Meng Fuyao's angle, she could clearly see the straight nose bridge and perfectly carved out lips, with a sheen of rose. It was a beauty that belonged to another magical race, like a vibrant piece of art standing out in a white, foggy background—a beauty that quickens one heartbeat.
His words made one's heart beat faster… out of anger.
”Since you randomly touched me, I'll randomly bite you,” he replied calmly.
This left her speechless as she flung her hands in the air and strutted towards the door.
With his eyes closed, the person behind enquired, ”Where are you going?”
She responded in an exasperated tone, ”Since you can bite people, you probably can protect yourself. I'll go look for some food and salt, I'll be right back.”
The person behind no longer spoke. Meng Fuyao took a few steps but walked back out of worry to leave Lord Yuan Bao there. She patted its head as she inculcated all the knowledge and actions that a bodyguard should have to him. She also formed a barrier of close stools surrounding the beautiful assassin before she left. As she left, Meng Fuyao secretly cursed at her life that's to be toiled away. Even when this fellow was so ungrateful, she still remembered to grab items to nourish him and hydrate him. Seriously, she needed to stop being such a pushover.
Pushover Meng carried the map as she started off her journey to look for food. From the map, there was a big kitchen nearby, especially for the eunuchs and maids. She avoided the guards and successfully made her way towards the kitchen. She had smelled something odd when she had passed by a plot of bamboos but dared not stop to see and rushed straight to her goal.
The day barely begun, and there was no one in the kitchen. On the shelves sat some pastries, even though it was by no means exquisite, it could satisfy their hunger.
Meng Fuyao stole one of every kind and stacked it back in its original order to prevent people from finding out. She also grabbed some salt and sugar; salt was to make salt water to keep the beautiful assassin hydrated while the white sugar was for a home remedy she used to use to treat burns. A block of tofu mixed with a handful of sugar would stop the pain once the mixture was applied to the wound. Even though the beautiful assassin did not make a sound, she knew that the pain of burns was excruciatingly unbearable. What if that lad couldn't hold back and yelled? Wouldn't that expose her location? Of course, there was no way egoistic Meng would admit that she was just worried…
With all these things in her hands, Meng Fuyao suddenly remembered hearing that apparently, patients with burns were not able to pee properly? The beautiful assassin seemed to not have peed till now? Could he be holding back? This worrywart squatted on the floor and started worrying over a certain someone's peeing issue. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong.
'Ah, if only I had some rhubarb and borneol, it would clear internal heat and detoxify the body. I wonder if the Imperial Physician Bureau has it?”
After contemplating, she decided to make her way there to search for medication, but then, a jar with 'tofu' written on it caught her eye. She was overjoyed! No wonder she couldn't find it just now turns out the tofu was hiding in here. She tried to move the jar, but to her shock, she could not lift the jar!