635 Young Emperor Yin, Facing Ji Qingwei Directly (1)
His eyes were pitch-black, unfathomably deep, devoid of any warmth, harboring only an indissoluble coldness.
Despite Si Fuqing's certainty that he could not see her, his gaze inexplicably made her feel as though he could see everything.
She waved her hand in front of the youth's face and then reached out to touch his hair.
The youth's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the aura around him suddenly sharpened.
He swiftly got up, completely disregarding the wounds on his body, and attempted to leave the palace.
Si Fuqing pressed him back down without hesitation, forcibly covering him with the blanket.
After searching the palace for a while, she found a box of silver needles. After sterilizing them, she began to stitch up his wounds.
A look of astonishment briefly crossed the youth's usually impassive face, quickly turning into cold fury as he struggled with all his might.
But he could not break free.
He could only watch as the silver needle continuously stitched his wound, a sight beyond his imagination.
For a moment, even the young emperor found himself at a loss.
Si Fuqing effortlessly finished stitching the wound and then released her hold on him.
The system issued no warnings.
After all, he would not die until the age of twenty-seven, and now at nine, he was far from any danger.
Even if she didn't stitch his wound, he would recover gradually.
Yet, the sight of his suffering tugged at her heartstrings.
She couldn't do much else but alleviate his pain in this small way.
Indeed, such trivial matters would not be recorded in history books.
His suffering was far greater than what was documented.
Si Fuqing pondered, "Can he hear me speak?"
[Hint: Insufficient level, unable to transmit sound for now.]
Si Fuqing: "..."
It felt like she was being made to play a game.
This interaction seemed no different from the nurturing games Yu Tang played.
The difference was that she was dealing with a real person.
And someone she admired at that.
She needed to be cautious.
Not to leave a bad impression.
She must have scared him just now.
Si Fuqing walked around the dilapidated palace and found a stone to write a word on the ground.
Yes.
The youth's gaze was calm as he continued, "This place has always been neglected. Are you one of the wronged concubines from before?"
Si Fuqing wrote, "No."
The youth's expression eased slightly, and he didn't ask further, merely whispering a "Thank you."
It was somewhat ironic.
His own blood relatives wished for his death and never cared for him.
Yet, the one who truly cared for him was a ghost with some medical knowledge.
No wonder it's said that ghosts aren't frightening; it's the human heart that is terrifying.
"Then follow me," the youth said with a cough, his voice emotionless, "I will arrange for someone to liberate your soul in the future."