Xiao Wangye watched Ye Qingcheng's worried expression, and his heart trembled. He felt a sudden urge to ensure she would never look like this again. However, his mouth moved faster than his thoughts, and before he could extinguish the nascent idea, he blurted out his inner thoughts: "I know I was wrong, and I won't make the same mistake again." After saying this, he lowered his head and looked at his feet in the bucket.
Next time? Hearing this word ignited Ye Qingcheng's anger. "You still want a next time? How many more next times do you have?" she retorted sarcastically, without any mercy.
Xiao Wangye looked at her, unsure how to refute. Ye Qingcheng was right; whether there would be a next time and whether he would remember it was uncertain.
"I think you don't worry about those who worry about you, and you don't care about yourself. You handle it yourself. I'll go call someone to attend to you." With that, she left without looking back.
Before Xiao Wangye could call out to her, Ye Qingcheng had already vanished.
Alas, how did he manage to anger her again?
A soldier, who was usually by Xiao Wangye's side, came in to replace the attendants. Even though he was angry, he hadn't casually summoned just anyone. The thought made Xiao Wangye feel a little better.
"Your Highness, Doctor Ye asked me to tell you that you must soak your feet for the required duration, or she won't speak to you for the entire journey back to the capital." The original words of Ye Qingcheng were far more arrogant, but this was a softened version of her instructions, spoken out of his concern for his own life.
The young soldier's face broke out in a cold sweat. The Prince's aura was too powerful; he could barely stand.
"I understand. Just stand by and supervise. Don't stand there and obstruct my view." This statement was a way of venting some of his anger onto others.
The young soldier breathed a sigh of relief. He wouldn't have to face Xiao Wangye's icy expression anymore. He moved a few steps away from the Prince and crouched to the side, trying to be invisible.
The candlelight crackled and burned, the only sound in the tent. The young soldier didn't even dare to breathe heavily because Xiao Wangye's face was a canvas of emotions, and he feared that an untimely sound might bring him unforeseen disaster.
Meanwhile, Xiao Wangye's inner monologue: "Should I apologize to her? It was the same last time. After I apologized, her attitude towards me changed." "Why should I apologize? She's just a substitute for me." "My attitude towards her has clearly changed. Why is that? Have I been bewitched by her?"
No one could know the inner thoughts of the King of Hell, Xiao.
At this moment, Doctor Wen lifted the curtain and entered. Seeing the conflicted expression on Xiao Wangye's face almost solidifying, he shook his head and murmured, "Self-inflicted."
"Yer, how do your feet feel today?" Doctor Wen interrupted Xiao Wangye's inner thoughts.
"Master, I... there's no difference today."
"Are you unwilling to tell the truth even to your master?" Doctor Wen's voice was kind as he gently stroked Xiao Wangye's hair, just like when he was a child.
"Master, I don't know why she's angry. Should I apologize to her?" Xiao Wangye looked up at Doctor Wen, just as he did when he was a child, waiting for his admired master, the only person in the world who truly cared about him, to give him a gentle answer.
"Yer, when you ask me this question, you already have the answer in your heart. You care about her and don't want to see her sad. Then go and apologize. Little Ye is a soft-hearted child; she will forgive you. And you shouldn't take her affection for granted. You must reciprocate her kindness a hundredfold."
Listening to Doctor Wen's words, the light in Xiao Wangye's eyes slowly brightened. Yes, I care about her. I don't want to see her sad.
Xiao Wangye was a clever child, even from a young age, and understood things quickly. Seeing that he had grasped the point, Doctor Wen left.
"Let me ask you, after the King... Doctor Ye finished speaking with you, which way did she go?"
The young soldier, who had been standing invisibly by the side, found his purpose. "Looking at Doctor Xiao Ye's direction, it seemed like she went to find Brother Lehu." After Lehu's injuries were healed by Doctor Wen, he had voluntarily stayed by Doctor Wen's side as a small, helping apprentice.
The main reason, however, was to see Zhou Hu.
Speaking of which, Xiao Wangye finally recalled something from his memory. That day, Xiao Wangye was busy with battles, matters of the capital, and the foolish deeds of the young emperor. Everything was in disarray. Zhou Hu took the opportunity to come and intercede for someone.
"Alright, alright, I know. We'll do as you say. This military camp is yours to command." This was likely how I responded to him, Xiao Wangye recalled in his heart.
"Why is she going to see that person?"
"It's probably for the usual things. Doctor Xiao Ye is usually quite close with Brother Lehu," the young soldier delivered a blow.
Usually? Quite close? So, while I've been busy and disoriented these past few days, she's been getting along well with another man?
"I'm going to find her now." Without any further thought, he decided he had to go find her immediately.
The young soldier timidly tried to stop him. "But Doctor Xiao Ye said that if Your Highness doesn't soak his feet for the required time tonight, then starting tomorrow night, Master Xiao Ye won't give you any more medicine." He took a step back, fearing the King of Hell's wrath.
Xiao Wangye's mind was consumed with the thought that "Ye Qingcheng is currently in a room with a man." Hearing that Ye Qingcheng had instructed his attendant in such a way further fueled his anger, but he had nowhere to direct it. Pushed to the point of standing, he slammed back down onto his chair.
Meanwhile, Ye Qingcheng and Lehu.
Lehu watched Ye Qingcheng sitting beside him, pouting as she picked herbs and grumbled. The herbs in her hands were being tossed around with loud snaps. It was clear that Ye Qingcheng was in a very bad mood.
"Qingcheng, have you eaten?" Lehu, in his childlike innocence, assumed Ye Qingcheng was upset because she was hungry.
"No, I'm already full. Full of anger." Her tone clearly indicated she was truly angry.
Now Lehu knew what was going on.
"Did the Prince do something to make you angry?" Lehu came to Ye Qingcheng's side and helped her prepare a medicinal formula, asking softly.
Seeing the handsome man approach her, Ye Qingcheng's anger instantly subsided by half. Moreover, the handsome man's cautious demeanor perfectly struck Ye Qingcheng's "old pervert" heart. She put down the herbs in her hand and pulled Lehu towards a chair.
"You don't know, that person, Xiao Wangye, sigh, what are those red marks on your wrist?"
"This, this is just an accidental red mark." Lehu's face instantly turned red. Of course, these were left by Zhou Hu the previous night.
"We'll talk about this later. Let me first tell you about that dog, Xiao Wangye."
Once Ye Qingcheng started, she couldn't stop. In her words, the haughty and majestic Regent was just like any other quarrelsome man.