Chapter 1241: Loyal Dog Care Rules 05

Yajiu raised his eyes curiously; aside from the fine, dense cold sweat seeping from his forehead, there was hardly any painful expression to be seen.

Even when the manor's physician changed the dressing, it required cutting away the rotted flesh with a knife.

Jin Chen fixed his gaze on Yajiu's ulcerated arm up close, his voice righteous and confident.

"Is it not okay that he's good-looking? What's there to ask about?"

Quite suitable; this very much matches the Heir Apparent's habit of doing whatever he pleases.

This answer was something Yajiu had never thought of.

Assassins care little about looks; Yajiu had never closely examined himself, most of the time covering his face, otherwise wearing various human-skin masks to disguise himself.

Just as he was lost in thought, his wound-covered body was again covered with a blanket.

The manor's physician wiped his sweat and said helplessly, "Your Highness, conditions here are limited; the toxin-ulcerated areas cannot all be treated, so we must return to the manor as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, the toxin will spread; then... perhaps the meridians and bones will not be able to heal themselves."

If the meridians cannot recover, it means he will become a cripple in the future.

How then can he protect his master?

Yajiu's heart sank slightly; he instinctively reached out and tugged at Jin Chen's collar, and a timid, pitiful demeanor welled up.

"Master......"

"All right, all right, don't worry."

Jin Chen waved his hand, letting Da Hu take the manor's physician away, then sat beside the bed and gently patted the blanket, saying, "Since I've saved you, I will certainly not let you leave with a lingering illness."

Those words improved Yajiu's complexion somewhat; the smile he forced out was pale yet obedient.

That's good; he is willing to believe his master.

【Detected villain triggers Heartbeat Value, Heartbeat Value +5, total 5!】

Yajiu lowered his brows, silently tightening the corner of cloth clenched in his palm; this tiny act already made his heart race, filling him with anxious dread.

He knew clearly that if he waited until he recovered, perhaps he would never again have such a chance to come into contact with his master.

This idiot, is the lifesaving grace really that important to him?

Hearing the Heartbeat Value alert, Jin Chen increased the pressure of his pinch on the face; hearing Yajiu's soft cry of pain, he then soothingly flicked his fingers a few times.

"Young master, the Prince has arrived." Da Hu reported from outside.

Jin Chen pressed on Yajiu's shoulder as he tried to rise, saying, "Just sleep; with such a serious injury, you still want to perform rites?"

"What Chen'er said is not bad; no need for rites."

Jin Xuanqi sat opposite Jin Chen; Yajiu formed an impression of nobility and elegance at first glance—no wonder he was ennobled as the Han King, said to be exceptionally literary and talented, the best of the dynasty.

"I have some questions; just answer them, no need to consider your status."

The Han King already had some suspicions about Yajiu's identity, but this place is dangerous—not a good time to talk.

Jin Chen muttered, "Father, really—what can't you ask back at the manor?"

Jin Xuanqi looked at him helplessly, saying, "The matter is urgent; I cannot not ask."

"All right." Jin Chen sipped his tea leisurely, not forgetting to add, "This tea tastes bad."

Jin Xuanqi's voice grew stern: "This list of rebel bloodletters was given to you by Lao Cao to hand over to me."

Hearing Lao Cao's name again, Yajiu's eyes reddened slightly; he lowered his gaze and nodded, "Yes."

"Where is Lao Cao now, and is he still safe?"

Jin Xuanqi clearly cared more about this; regarding this old friend, he simply didn't know what to say.

Yajiu clenched the corner of his cloth slightly, his voice still showing no emotion: "He's dead."

"That cloth... is his personal clothing, and the blood used to write with is also his."

"Before his death, Lao Cao said I must exert all my strength to deliver this list into your hands; only then can he rest in peace in the underworld."

A long silence passed.

Jin Chen lightly brushed Yajiu's eye corner, then ruined the atmosphere by saying, "If you cry, even the best medicine will be useless."

Frightened, Yajiu hurriedly stopped his tears.

He inhaled, then subtly shifted closer to Jin Chen.

Jin Xuanqi sighed with a heavy heart, "The world is ever-changing."

"Child, what is Lao Cao to you?"

Yajiu's voice lowered further: "Replying to the Prince, to me Lao Cao is both husband and teacher."

"In... that place, if not for his help, I would have died countless times already."

Jin Chen interjected again, "Where? What are you talking about?"

Jin Xuanqi gave him an annoyed glance, "Chen'er, why ask so much? If you have free time, you'd better learn some self-defense techniques."

These days, everywhere is unsettled; your identity is quite a tempting prize.

Jin Chen covered his ears, "Nobody can beat me!"

Pfft.

Jin Xuanqi's wounded feelings were nevertheless made to laugh by this line: "As your father, I see you've been having too many nice dreams lately… alright, alright, I won't say more."

"Since that's the case, from now on Yajiu will reside in the manor; Chen'er, you must treat him well."

Jin Chen crossed his arms, looking at the boy curled up in the blanket, and declared confidently, "Am I not treating you well?"

Good......

It couldn't be better.

Even Lao Cao never cared for him with such meticulous tenderness.

Yajiu whispered, "I'll recover soon, then I can protect my master."

Hearing Yajiu's self-reference, Jin Xuanqi frowned slightly; after all, he is the son of an old friend, taking him on as a menial servant would be inappropriate.

But if it's to protect Chen'er, that's also a good thing, and there's no need to worry about rebellion.

Jin Xuanqi glanced again at the son who loved playing with Yajiu's fingers, unable to put them down, and thinking of the madam's words "the first stirrings of love," his eye twitched.

"Just let Chen'er handle these matters; as father, I won't interfere."

"Father, take your leave, it's time to head back, my waist hurts." Jin Chen propped himself up with one hand on his waist, and managed to dilute his noble bearing a bit.

After Jin Xuanqi left, Jin Chen turned and saw Yajiu staring at his waist; he immediately frowned and reached out to pinch his cheek.

"What are you looking at? It's very useful!"

Yajiu blinked doubtfully, not understanding how those two sentences were related.

"What's good about it? He's just worried whether the master has been injured."

"It hurts..." he whispered.

Only then did Jin Chen rub it, saying, "Made of tofu, how can you be more afraid of pain than I am?"

Yajiu stopped speaking, feeling a bit shy; Jin Chen picked up a book to read, and he furtively gazed at Jin Chen.

Where is the real pain? He had endured having his flesh gouged and bones broken.

He simply had never been treated this well before, and couldn't help checking over and over... afraid it was just a dream.

Jin Chen read storybooks while eating pastries, occasionally feeding some to Yajiu.

The pastries were delicious; Yajiu had never eaten anything this good, a hundred times better than steamed buns.

During the few days of the return journey, Yajiu was well taken care of; even when he could get out of the carriage to walk, Da Hu accompanied him, for fear he would fall and get hurt again.

But most of the time, Yajiu still didn't want to leave the carriage, wanting to stay with the master.

Jin Chen, bored out of his mind, wove various items from dog-tail grass; Yajiu got several of them, all carefully kept.