Qinggeng immediately stepped forward to check on him, then abruptly turned around. "Master, he-"
Xiao Yu's heart sank at those words. He asked cautiously, "How is he?"
Qinggeng looked up. "He's burning up. I think he has a fever."
"..."
Xiao Yu silently glanced at the flushed person on the ground, his lips parting slightly. "Qinggeng, take him away."
"To the Eastern Palace. Then find an imperial physician."
The next moment, Qinggeng lifted Dantai Yunheng into his lap.
Xiao Yu nearly threw him off on the spot.
He looked up at Qinggeng. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Master, have you forgotten? I still have to push you. I know you hate him, but he's sick now, so just put up with it for a bit."
Qinggeng gestured at his own hands. "After all, just like humans, I only have two hands."
Catching the familiar scent, Dantai Yunheng unconsciously burrowed into Xiao Yu's arms.
Xiao Yu's face darkened at once.
He raised his hands to throw him off, only to hear-
[An An, I miss you.]
[An An... I'm in love with you.]
Xiao Yu's hands stilled. He looked down at the burning-hot person in his arms, his gaze flickering. In the end, he did not throw him off.
Qinggeng suddenly asked, "Master, which way is the Eastern Palace?"
Xiao Yu paused briefly. "Find someone and ask."
"But the only person we've seen has already passed out," Qinggeng replied.
"That way..."
Dantai Yunheng weakly raised a hand, trembling as he pointed out the way.
The Eastern Palace
"Master, he has so many wounds and bruises. No wonder he has a fever." Qinggeng lifted his clothes and wiped him clean.
Seeing this, Xiao Yu's brows drew together. "Has the imperial physician still not arrived?"
Qinggeng said, "The Crown Prince and the