Chapter 1242: Guidelines for Raising a Loyal Dog Submissive 06

On the day of returning to the manor, the old manor doctor and others who had already received the news were at Jin Chen's Idle Summer Pavilion.

All wounds over his body needed to be treated again; Yajiu lay flat on the bed, with only a white cloth covering his lower abdomen, his whole body almost devoid of intact flesh.

Yajiu felt nothing about being naked, nor did he mind the old doctor probing the bloody scars and messing with the rotten flesh; to him these were everyday occurrences.

But he simply did not want to be seen by his master.

Yajiu had not forgotten that the master said he picked him up because he found him pleasing to look at.

If those many ugly scars on his body were seen, the master might then think him ugly.

"Master..."

Yajiu whispered a plea, the hand reaching to grab Jin Chen's robe trembling pitifully.

"Just go out, don't look." His voice was also soft, like a cat's scratch, lacking any of the aura of the top assassin.

Jin Chen, sitting nearby, widened his eyes: "Why not?"

He turned his hand and gripped Yajiu's hand tightly, dissatisfiedly squeezing it: "You belong to this Heir Apparent; why can't I look?"

"That's not what I meant..."

Yajiu sighed softly; the master always said things that could cause misunderstanding.

Clearly he was only a servant to protect the master in the future; anything else was unthinkable.

"This wound is too deep; perhaps he needs to take medicine first, otherwise he will suffer more." The old manor doctor only felt pity in his heart; having practiced medicine all his life, even if he had treated battlefield soldiers' wounds before, he had never seen anything this severe.

Jin Chen: "He's poisoned; the medicine's properties will clash."

He knew the old man was referring to a herbal slurry similar to an anesthetic, containing a toxin harmless to the body; drinking it would temporarily numb bodily pain, but using medicine when poisoned is a major taboo—any toxin will clash with its properties.

"Ah… then I can only proceed directly."

The old manor doctor still held the scraper in his hand, trembling, feeling somewhat reluctant.

Jin Chen couldn't bear to look closely, also worried that seeing those rotten wounds would make Yajiu suffer more; he furrowed his brows and reached out to cover Yajiu's eyes.

"It'll be fine soon."

Yajiu had no color in his body, trembling uncontrollably; even if he could endure pain, he could not withstand the scraper's sharpness.

He could even feel his abdominal flesh being sliced off piece by piece, his whole body as if split open and exposed alive to others' eyes.

Jin Chen took Yajiu's other hand, silently channeling spiritual power, hoping it would have some effect.

Yajiu's trembling grew larger; Jin Chen could only free a hand to press on his body, the hand covering his eyes pulling away, instantly seized by Yajiu, his voice breaking as he pleaded, "No..."

It was a groan wrung from his throat, staring blankly at Jin Chen: "Master... don't go."

"I won't go."

"Be good, don't move around."

Jin Chen, following Yajiu's strength, once again cupped his face, his fingertips repeatedly stroking the cheeks drenched in cold sweat.

After the front was treated, wrapping it with medicinal cloth brought another wave of pain.

When treating the back, the old manor doctor also paused to rest; he had intended to help Yajiu sit up and turn over, but he hadn't expected the Heir Apparent Your Highness to personally lift him, holding him loosely in his arms, so as not to touch the front wounds nor hinder later treatment.

Just this scene... really frightened the old manor doctor; he dared not speak more, just kept his head down and worked, ensuring that this mysterious young lord would suffer the least pain.

Yajiu was very frightened; the pain left his consciousness dazed, his chin resting on Jin Chen's shoulder, his heart all a-tremble.

"It'll be fine soon." Jin Chen spoke near Yajiu's ear to divert his attention, his voice softer than usual.

Yajiu still couldn't hold back tears, softly sobbing, his gaunt jaw dripping with tears that finally soaked into Jin Chen's shoulder clothing.

By the time all wounds were treated, it was nearly an hour later.

Yajiu had no strength left to cry; Jin Chen put him to rest under the covers, and he still clung to Jin Chen's robe corner—though willful, Jin Chen indulged him these few times.

Thinking this, Yajiu's anxiety lessened somewhat; he lifted his tear-filled eyes to look at Jin Chen.

Jin Chen listened to the old manor doctor say what needed attention for wound recuperation.

After the old manor doctor left, Jin Chen immediately had someone decoct medicine.

When he turned to face Yajiu, he seemed a bit embarrassed: "Why not close your eyes and rest, what are you looking at?"

Because the master is very good-looking, more handsome than anyone he has ever seen.

Yajiu silently replied in his heart, but only smiled at Jin Chen, then got his face pinched in a scolding.

"With such a pale face you still laugh, you've soaked this Heir Apparent's clothes with tears—you're really made of tofu."

Jin Chen scolded fiercely, but the result was Yajiu smiling even more endearingly, his eyes blinking as if they could speak.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +3, total 8!】

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Yajiu settled down like that in the royal mansion.

Needing to recuperate, Jin Chen actually directly set up the main wing side courtyard of Idle Summer Pavilion for him to live in, knowing that according to Idle Summer Pavilion's layout, this was originally meant for the future Heir Apparent's consort.

Moreover, those tonics more precious than gold given every few days, bowl after bowl going down, in the words of Idle Summer Pavilion's maidservants, it was like burning money.

But the effect was good; a weak body that might not improve even after months of care had, in less than half a month, already taken on a healthy ruddy complexion.

Besides Yajiu himself, nobody treated him as a servant.

In the blink of an eye the weather turned cool, entering deep autumn.

The side courtyard, though spacious, Jin Chen always felt lacked many things for raising a person, let alone being suitable for someone recuperating to live in.

After repeatedly going to see his mother in person, Xu Wangyue, busy with affairs of the Xu Family shop, finally had leisure, came to Idle Summer Pavilion to visit this husband's deceased mentor's disciple.

Yajiu was ordered by Jin Chen to cultivate the habit of napping; after drinking a bowl of calming ginseng soup medicine and just falling asleep, Jin Chen forcibly woke him again, leaving everyone dazed.

"How about you, what else do you think is needed here?" Jin Chen asked softly, and was indeed patient.

Yajiu only thought he was still in a dream, hearing nothing clearly, only catching the master's voice, extremely gentle.

"... Want a hug." Yajiu answered dazedly; in his dream he was less restrained, and though he usually avoided it, he greatly liked being held by the master, no tonic comparing to it.

Xu Wangyue: "..."

Dahu gaped, eyes wide with shock; it turned out Yajiu was still fantasizing about the young master even in his dream!

Jin Chen froze, under the surprised gazes of the two beside him, he let out a low cough, his face reddening from ears to neck.

"What nonsense, really sleeping muddle-headed."

Though that was what was said, he couldn't suppress his smile, muttering, "Really troublesome."

Then, without hesitation, he scooped both person and blanket into his arms, and didn't forget to pat the back.

Wrapped in the familiar scent, Yajiu felt even more like he was dreaming; he rubbed himself against Jin Chen, burying deeper into his embrace and continued to sleep.

Xu Wangyue laughed exasperatedly, "Chen'er, Mother is still here."

Jin Chen hummed twice, still refusing to let go.

"Mother won't say anything, I know."

That is indeed true.

Xu Wangyue couldn't help but feel that, if it weren't for Yajiu's appearance, she and her husband would suspect that their Chen'er simply had no interest in people at all.

Other people's kids start to experience budding love at thirteen or fourteen, but Chen'er is busy fighting crickets.

Other people's kids are already entering private engagements at fifteen or sixteen, but Chen'er is raising birds.

Other people's kids, by the age of weak crown, already have wives and children, but Chen'er is running around the courtyard chasing the newly raised cranes.