Xu Xian bowed to Qin Huaiqiu standing at the door and said, "Your Highness, the Emperor has summoned you."
Qin Huaiqiu nodded and replied, "Thank you, Your Excellency." Then he stepped forward and pushed open the door.
The room was filled with the pungent smell of medicine. Qin Huaiqiu frowned, feeling a bit uneasy. He stood at the door and tentatively called out, "Your Majesty?"
"Hmm," Sikong Ting's voice sounded muffled. "Come here."
Qin Huaiqiu walked with his head down to Sikong Ting's bedside. Sikong Ting was only in his undergarments, looking haggard. He was reclined against the headboard, listless.
"How is Your Majesty's injury?" Qin Huaiqiu asked.
"It's getting better. Thanks to the timely treatment by Concubine De. I didn't expect Concubine De to be knowledgeable in this area," Sikong Ting said with a smile.
Qin Huaiqiu was startled and replied, "Your Majesty flatters me. I learned all this from my father."
Sikong Ting nodded and said meaningfully, "General Qin is truly the number - one general of Dacheng. The children he raised are all extraordinary."
Qin Huaiqiu pursed his lips and just smiled without saying a word.
Sikong Ting was indeed starting to suspect. Well, it would be strange if he didn't. Qin Huaiqiu quietly squeezed the onion powder he had prepared this morning in his sleeve.
"Come and sit down," Sikong Ting patted the edge of the bed.
Qin Huaiqiu hesitated for a moment and then obediently sat down.
"Let me see your injury," Sikong Ting took his hand. Sikong Ting's hand was much larger than his, and the warm palm completely enveloped Qin Huaiqiu's hand, as if wrapping him in an embrace. He played with Qin Huaiqiu's fingers and gradually intertwined their fingers. But Qin Huaiqiu didn't have the leisure to care about this at this moment. He raised his other hand and rolled up his sleeve, showing his forearm wrapped in a bandage. "Your Majesty, please rest assured. It's just a minor injury."
Sikong Ting frowned and tightened his grip on Qin Huaiqiu's hand, causing Qin Huaiqiu a bit of pain.
"Your Majesty?"
"Don't worry. I will investigate this matter thoroughly," Sikong Ting said.
Hearing this, Qin Huaiqiu slowly lowered his head. He sprinkled a little of the onion powder on his finger in his sleeve, then reached out his finger to wipe his eyes, pretending to be very sad.
Seeing this, Sikong Ting was stunned and asked, "What's wrong?"
... It was not easy to operate with one hand, and he had sprinkled a bit too much onion powder. The effect seemed to be too good. Before Qin Huaiqiu had time to build up his emotions, his eyes were already red. Qin Huaiqiu was a bit flustered, especially since the person sitting opposite was Emperor Sikong Ting, which made him a bit dazed for a moment.
Sikong Ting saw Qin Huaiqiu's eyes suddenly turn red, and he seemed to be trying to avoid something in a panic. He thought Qin Huaiqiu had encountered something, so he quickly turned Qin Huaiqiu's body straight, held his face in his hands, and asked, "What's wrong? Tell me."
The onion powder made Qin Huaiqiu's eyes red. The moment Sikong Ting held his face, tears welled up in his eyes. The tears ran down his cheeks and into Sikong Ting's palms. He looked like a delicate flower in the rain, extremely pitiful.
Sikong Ting felt a jolt in his heart. The next moment, he pulled Qin Huaiqiu into his arms, lowered his head to kiss away Qin Huaiqiu's tears, and said softly, "Don't cry. Be good. Tell me."
"???" Qin Huaiqiu originally wanted to push him away, but thinking of Sikong Ting's injury, he held back. He took advantage of the situation and said with a sob, "Your servant... Your servant's maid almost was defiled by the people of Loulan!"
"What?" Sikong Ting frowned and asked, "What happened?"
Qin Huaiqiu wiped his tears and told the story of how Qin Lan almost was humiliated, but he didn't mention the part where Nie Rong came to rescue Qin Lan, nor did he say that they were targeting the Qin family. He only said that the three men had run away in a hurry halfway through for some reason, leaving Qin Lan alone in the woods, and she finally managed to escape back.
Nie Rong had already killed these three men and disguised it as a suicide. Now they were probably discovered by Liu Zhen, and Liu Zhen should be investigating them. Nie Rong was Qin Huaiqiu's most reliable move. No matter what, Nie Rong must not be exposed. As for the revenge of the people of Loulan against the Qin family, he had already sent Nie Rong to inform his father. Qin Feng had plenty of ways to deal with the people of Loulan, so there was no need to tell the Emperor.
"Such a thing actually happened?!" Sikong Ting said in surprise.
Qin Huaiqiu wiped his tears and cried, "Qin Lan has been with me since childhood. She taught me martial arts and is very good at fighting skills. Your Majesty may not know that in Yecheng before, when I was sparring with Lieutenant He, it was the fighting skills taught by Qin Lan that helped me narrowly defeat him. With her skills, if she hadn't been ambushed, she would never have been captured."
Sikong Ting narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you mean there is an insider in the palace?"
Qin Huaiqiu seemed startled. He quickly stood up, walked to the bedside, and knelt down. "I don't mean that... I just suspect..."
"Tell me the details of how she was captured," Sikong Ting said.
Qin Huaiqiu told him everything in detail. After hearing this, Sikong Ting's face turned extremely dark. He punched the edge of the bed and said angrily, "I already know about this. I will send the imperial guards to strengthen the security. Concubine De, don't worry. I will investigate this clearly and give you an explanation." Sikong Ting stroked Qin Huaiqiu's face and comforted him softly, "Be good. Don't cry."
Qin Huaiqiu nodded and stood up. He originally wanted to leave like this, but Sikong Ting asked him to sit back on the head of the bed. He took Qin Huaiqiu's hand and began to wipe away his tears.
Sikong Ting looked at Qin Huaiqiu's face so close to him. Qin Huaiqiu was good - looking. As a young man, his cheeks were still soft. At first glance, with tears in his eyes and looking about to cry, he was extremely endearing. Sikong Ting swallowed hard, and his hand that was wiping Qin Huaiqiu's tears suddenly stopped.
Qin Huaiqiu didn't know what he was going to do, so he looked up at him.
At that moment, Sikong Ting felt his heart skip a beat. His next move was almost instinctive. When he came to his senses, he only heard Qin Huaiqiu's exclamation. Then, Qin Huaiqiu was already pinned under him.
"???" Wasn't his injury not healed yet? How, how could he be so strong?!
Qin Huaiqiu's mind went blank. He lay stiffly on the bed. Sikong Ting propped his hands on either side of Qin Huaiqiu's head. He seemed to be stunned for a moment and then came to his senses. He lowered his head and examined Qin Huaiqiu's face inch by inch.
Qin Huaiqiu broke out in a cold sweat. He instinctively wanted to reach out and cover his crotch, but he managed to stop himself with great willpower.
"Your... Your Majesty... You..." Qin Huaiqiu sensed the danger and felt his scalp tingle.
"Concubine De..." Sikong Ting leaned down and buried his head in Qin Huaiqiu's neck, greedily inhaling the scent on Qin Huaiqiu's body.
Qin Huaiqiu was almost stuttering. After stammering for a while, he suddenly said, "Wait! I say... Your Majesty, your injury is not healed yet!" Qin Huaiqiu felt all the pores on his body open in fear. As a man, he could clearly feel Sikong Ting's current state! It was very! Not! Right!
Sikong Ting buried his head in Qin Huaiqiu's neck and chuckled. "Okay. Wait until my injury heals."
Injury healed? Wait until your injury heals for what?! Qin Huaiqiu, Qin Huaiqiu! Why do you always dig holes for yourself?!
"No... Your servant, Your servant..." I didn't mean that, ah!
"Concubine De," Sikong Ting suddenly called out. He kissed Qin Huaiqiu's neck and said, "I've said that I will be good to you."
Qin Huaiqiu pursed his lips. He couldn't really listen to what Sikong Ting was saying at the moment because he was self - hypnotizing himself: It's okay, Qin Huaiqiu. This man is impotent anyway. Let him have his fun with words. It's not a big deal, right? He's so pitiful. Just let him. Just think of it as being bitten by a dog.
"Concubine De?"
Yes, just being bitten by a dog! Haha!
Then, Qin Huaiqiu felt that "dog" slowly kiss his lips.
Unlike the previous two kisses, this time Sikong Ting was gentle and lingering. He kissed Qin Huaiqiu's lips tenderly. His tongue slipped into Qin Huaiqiu's mouth through his teeth and traced the arc of his upper palate, almost exploring his entire mouth. Qin Huaiqiu wanted to struggle, but Sikong Ting's kiss was so gentle, like a lingering spring rain. He once forgot his current situation. In this kiss, he lost his way and was wrapped up in Sikong Ting's warm and pious love.
When the kiss ended, Sikong Ting slowly raised his head. Looking at Qin Huaiqiu under him, with flushed cheeks and gasping for breath, he smiled contentedly.
Qin Huaiqiu gasped for breath. There was only one thought in his mind: He was going to kill Qin Huailian.