"Your Highness?"
Shen Yangge rubbed his eyes, his golden pupils hazy with sleep. He rolled over, trying to climb out of bed.
Amid the rustle of clothing, a hand slipped behind his neck, helping him sit up and tucking a soft pillow behind his back.
Imperial Physician Cui had never seen anyone whom Great Chu's future emperor served with such care. The number of shocks he had received that night rivaled the total from the first half of his life.
As Chu Xuanzhen withdrew his hand, he tucked the strands of hair hanging over Shen Yangge's face behind his ear. His thumb brushed that soft cheek, and the darkness in his eyes seemed to slowly recede.
"Rest assured, young master. Though your illness is unusual, I will do everything I can to cure you."
-When the fuck did I get sick?
If System 615 could display expressions, it would definitely have sent its host a sobbing.jpg.
-Did I secretly get sick behind my own back?
System 615: [Host, system @&%&% beep-]
-Huh?
[System @&%&% beep-]
-I didn't catch that. Were you running your mouth?
System 615 fell silent. It finally understood: certain things could not be said because the Database would censor them. But it and its host were direct partners.
So would telling its host that his identity had been exposed pose a threat to the Database?
While System 615 was puzzling over this, the Database sent a warning. It could only quietly go offline to investigate.
After waiting ages without receiving a reply from System 615, Shen Yangge looked up, his round, almond-shaped eyes meeting Imperial Physician Cui's.
He said in his childish voice, "Though I don't know what this unusual illness is, I'll do my best to cooperate."
Imperial Physician Cui nodded. The