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Cyrus set a rule for the fluffy creatures: whoever makes a mistake has to wear a little skirt.

One morning, Segalot woke up in bed holding Cyrus and said, "Baby, isn't it a little unfair that only the fluffy one has to wear a little dress when she makes a mistake?"

"We should treat everyone equally."

Cyrus asked in confusion, "Huh? Otherwise, who would wear it?"

Segalot pinched the tip of his nose and chuckled, "What do you think?"

Cyrus: "... Did you plan this all along?"

"I just made a reasonable assumption." Segalot's slender fingers hooked a strand of Cyrus's hair that was sticking up, and his golden eyes seemed to gleam with a captivating luster in the bright morning sunlight.

He said softly, "As long as Little Zuoyi doesn't make any mistakes, I won't have a chance to punish her."

Cyrus replied matter-of-factly, "I've never made a mistake, but..."

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"But what?"

"Since A-Sai said he'll treat everyone equally, you can't be an exception. If you make a mistake..." Cyrus snorted twice, "You'll have to wear women's clothes too."

"Okay." Segalot agreed without hesitation.

He didn't think he would lose.

Cyrus held out her hand and said, "Pinky promise, no take-backs."

Segalot calmly hooked his little finger with hers.

Cyrus didn't think he would make any mistakes recently because he was busy with the Medical Research Institute —while medicines were being widely sold, surgical procedures and other procedures also needed to be vigorously promoted.

Currently, several hospitals have been established within the Desinia Territory, and the staffing is relatively sufficient. Most importantly, the public has realized the necessity of hospitals, and the medical profession, from any perspective, is a very promising job with excellent benefits.

Therefore, many people hope that their children will become doctors in the future, preferably entering the Medical Research Institute, which is a medical center institution specifically established and managed by the lord.

Master Chipman, Yinke, Feilifu, and others were among them; it was the lord's most important medical research team.

The Lord of Desinia recently formally categorized the medical profession into four levels: resident physician, attending physician, associate chief physician, and chief physician.

This is a clinical doctor's marking.

Doctors at each level must pass an assessment before they can be promoted. The assessment is conducted every five years by a panel of several professional doctors to determine whether a candidate is qualified.

Only after passing the qualification test can one obtain a practicing physician certificate.

In addition to doctors, hospitals also need nurses.

The nursing profession arose as hospitals and doctors increased and patients' conditions became so severe that hospitalization was necessary.

Like doctors, nurses wear uniforms and undergo training before working in hospitals. Nurses are required to be prepared to assist doctors, possess proficient nursing knowledge and skills, and be able to solve patients' problems promptly. They are also responsible for the management of hospital medicines and supplies.

Typically, nurses are selected from women, but it is rare for men to also work in nursing.

Subsequently, institutions specializing in teaching women to become nurses and learning nursing were established. With the promotion of the Thorn Merchant Guild and newspapers, women had even more opportunities to earn money independently.

While doctors and nurses may earn a good income, they also need to expend a great deal of mental and physical energy.

Doctors, in particular, need to constantly conduct experiments, practice their knowledge on animals, and pass examinations before they can become qualified doctors.

Doctors are not easy to be assessed, and because of the nature of their work, this profession is even more selective in choosing its talent.

This is why, even though medical institutions recruit every year, they still face a shortage of staff every year.

Cyrus was so busy researching new medical devices and surgical procedures that she sometimes didn't return to the castle until late at night, and she would usually fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

At this time, His Majesty the Emperor was very considerate. He would often wait at the Medical Research Institute, waiting for Cyrus to finish her research so they could go back together.

Back at the castle, he would personally change Cyrus's clothes, carry him to wash up, and finally lie in his warm bed to massage his hands and feet.

While Judas was pleased, he was also somewhat annoyed that his workload had decreased.

After a few days, and with Cyrus indeed not letting Segalot find any fault with her, he gradually lowered his guard.

--I definitely won't wear a little skirt!

While Cyrus was busy at the Medical Research Institute during the day, Segalot summoned the tailor and told him the requirements for the garments—to make five women's outfits according to the size of the lord's clothes.

"No, five pieces probably won't be enough. Let's make ten first, each one different. We'll draw up the finished products and give them to you before making a decision," Segalot said.

He was still holding a women's clothing catalog in his hand, flipping through it.

The six tailors who made clothes specifically for Cyrus and the Emperor looked at each other in bewilderment.

After a while, one of the tailors cautiously asked, "Your Majesty, are you... are you sure you mean to make women's clothing according to the lord's measurements?!"

Didn't I say something wrong?

Segalot glanced indifferently at the six tailors, his meaning clear—yes, that's exactly it.

No need to ask any more questions.

The six tailors nodded hastily, indicating that they understood and would not ask or say another word.

They immediately began to draw carefully, creating custom-made women's clothing for the lord.

Two days later, the six tailors who had been working hard to finish the work presented the completed paintings to His Majesty the Emperor for inspection.

Segalot was very satisfied after seeing the design and ordered them to make the clothes according to the drawing immediately.

--The first garment made was taken by Segalot, who hid it in her bedroom closet.

Cyrus's clothes for each day are almost always pre-selected by Segalot and placed on the footstool at the foot of her bed, so she can simply put them on in the morning.

So much so that over several days, Cyrus was completely unaware that an extra piece of clothing had appeared in her bedroom closet.

That day, the Medical Research Institute wasn't very busy, so Cyrus stayed in the castle and didn't go out.

It was hot, and he wanted to take a nice bath in Par Lake, outside the castle, where a shallow area had been dug out.

The shallow water area is close to the mountains and forests, surrounded by many flowering plants that provide shade. The shore is paved with pebbles, and a small waterwheel stands there. As the waterwheel turns, it carries a gentle stream of clear water, and every now and then a few petals drift onto the lake surface, swirling in the warm water...

At this time of year, besides Cyrus, the fluffy creatures also love to jump into the shallow water and swim a few laps.

Cyrus even made a small wooden tub that could float on the lake for the smallest creature, Rice Cake Flathead, to play with. However, Flathead lost interest after playing with it a few times and preferred to roam in the mountains and forests.

Rice Cake really like it; they'll snuggle up in the wooden tub and sleep while Cyrus swims.

Cyrus has time to stay at the castle today, but Segalot has to go to the Saint Church to handle some business.

He got up in the morning, found the swimming clothes that Cyrus needed, and put them on the footstool at the foot of the bed. Then he went to the bedside and gently stroked the person who was still sleeping in bed.

Cyrus, still half asleep, nuzzled against Segalot's hand and asked in a nasal voice, "When are you coming back today?"

Segalot: "Evening."

"I've found your clothes. Remember not to play for too long, come back in no more than 2 hours, understand?"

Cyrus nodded obediently. "I understand."

Segalot smiled, planted a kiss on his forehead, and then left.

Cyrus watched the Emperor's retreating figure. After the door closed, he suddenly sat up, a smile of relief spreading across his face as he realized he could finally play to his heart's content.

He rolled over to the foot of the bed, then sat up on the soft footstool—hmm, clothes checked, will go out to play after A-Sai leaves the castle.

After the king's carriage left the castle, Cyrus led the flock of furry creatures to the shallow waters of Par Lake.

He instructed Judas not to tell the Emperor that he had been playing in the water for a long time, and if the Emperor asked, to say that he had returned in less than an hour.

"Judas, tell the others to remember this too, and not to say anything wrong, understand?"

Judas hesitated, "Yes, my lord, but... you shouldn't play for too long, lest you catch a cold."

Cyrus: "No, I'm leaving, you don't need to follow."

After saying that, he couldn't wait to leave with the fluffy creatures.

The butler sighed as he watched Cyrus's retreating figure.

Coalball, Snowball, and Egg Yolk have thick fur, and they especially like to jump into the lake for a swim in the hot summer. Ice Cream and Black Sugar are the same, but they prefer to cool off under the trees.

Cyrus lay on Snowball's back, and led by the white tiger with black stripes, they swam from one side to the other, finally stopping on the pebble-strewn shore.

He lay on his back on the furry tiger, surrounded by the sounds of birds chirping and cicadas singing. A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves and rippled on the water; even with his eyes closed, he could feel the leaves trembling and the surface of the water rippling...

The sunlight shone down relentlessly, casting dappled shadows that warmed one's entire body.

More than 10 hours have already passed.

Cyrus rubbed her puffy, wrinkled fingers, deciding to swim one more lap before heading back.

He immediately dived into the water, feeling the comfortable sensation of the waves washing over his body, then turned back, first climbing onto a platform made of wooden planks with both hands, and then surfacing—

"Ah!" Cyrus let out a short exclamation, almost falling back into the water in fright.

His Majesty the Emperor was standing there unnoticed. He popped his head out and half-squatted down, pressing down on the Emperor's hands which were braced on the wooden board, and turned them over to look—his fingertips were white and wrinkled from being soaked in water, indicating that he had definitely spent a considerable amount of time there.

Cyrus guiltily withdrew her hand, but was immediately lifted out of the water by Segalot and wrapped in a large, dry towel.

As Segalot dried Cyrus's wet hair, he chuckled and said, "Little Zuoyi, since you've made a mistake, you should be prepared to accept the punishment."

Cyrus opened her eyes wide and looked up. "You didn't do anything wrong!"

"I told you this morning you could only swim here for a maximum of one hour, but it seems like it's been longer..."

Cyrus was indeed in the wrong on this point, but he narrowed his eyes. "But didn't you say you wouldn't be back until tonight?!"

Entrapment?!

Segalot raised an eyebrow. "I had a lot of things to do today, and I was indeed busy until the evening. However, thinking of you waiting for me at home, I quickly finished up and came back."

He pinched Cyrus's puffed-up cheeks and said, "Is it wrong to want to spend more time with you?"

Cyrus: "..."

Quibble!

You have ulterior motives!

"Sweetie, we made a pinky promise." Segalot kissed her huffy little darling.

Xia, my darling Zoe: "Fine, I'll wear it..."