The soft little hand hurriedly touched the man’s forehead, which was ice-cold and devoid of warmth.
Thinking that the Barbarian General had caught a wind chill, Yun Chunnuan quickly ordered someone to bring in a doctor.
The doctor examined him and confirmed he indeed caught a wind chill.
However, it’s nothing serious; resting well for two days should suffice, otherwise he might develop a fever.
Originally, Yelyu Lie planned to take the Regent King from Great Xia to tour the Royal City the next day.
He wanted him to see firsthand that Bianliao was no longer the impoverished, desolate fringe state it once was.
Thanks to his wife’s efforts, the Royal City had prospered first, and the entire city had been refurbished.
Especially with the wedding approaching, Yelyu Lie didn’t want to disappoint his little wife; even the road they would traverse on the wedding day needed to be newly repaired.
Since her maiden family was in Great Xia, the wedding location was set at ’Yong Ye’.
At that time, Yelyu Lie would use the highest standard of nuptial ceremonies to bring the Little Princess back from Yong Ye to the General Mansion.
But now, he caught a wind chill and was forcibly pinned down by Yun Chunnuan to rest on the bed.
Not to mention supervising the work, even the task of showing off the Royal City to the Regent King was handed over to others.
This person was naturally not Yun Chunnuan.
Qiao’er was just drooling over the person, so Yun Chunnuan ordered Qiao’er and Banlai to accompany the tour.
Early the next morning, just at the crack of dawn, breakfast was delivered to the West Wing Room.
Ying Ce had already awakened, and upon seeing the light porridge and vegetables in the food box, his smile was somewhat bitter.
Revulsion runs deep here; he fears that he might be disturbed.
But it doesn’t matter.
This time, for sure, he will return...
He sat at the table, waved to Yong Ye, "Quickly eat, we’re on a schedule."
Yong Ye: "?"
He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.
The man, face full of joy, gulping down porridge... was indeed the master?
Where is he rushing off to, and why is he so cheerful?
"Master, are you preparing to return to Great Xia?"
He shook his head.
Just when Yong Ye was puzzled and confused, the white-clothed man smiled with curled lips, "Getting beat up, going to get beat up. She wants to see this King get beat up, we have to make her happy."
This time, he won’t hide.
All that he owes her; he must repay.
"Master! Are you..." Yong Ye was completely dumbfounded!
He really wanted to ask if the master had gone mad.
But he didn’t dare; he ultimately didn’t say it.
Those pure black eyes, like a child’s, landed on his face with a gentle smile, "Yes, mad."
Yong Ye almost cried!
Master! How can you speak of going mad in such a happy tone?
Why have you become increasingly abnormal since coming to Bianliao?
Though... although he always had some crazy traits in him before, now he seems even crazier!
Before, others were the ones gone mad.
Now... has he started to drive himself crazy?
The words Yong Ye had held in his heart for many days finally couldn’t be suppressed and came out, "Master, have you... regretted it? If you regret sending the Princess here for marriage, we can take her back, why still..."
"No, no."
His smile suddenly ceased.
With a serious face, he signaled ’shush’ to Yong Ye, "Don’t bring it up, no."
Yong Ye: "..."
What else is there to say? What else can he do?
The final result was, Yong Ye ate half a pancake absent-mindedly and then accompanied the master outside... to get beaten up.
Yong Ye didn’t understand why the master planned things so precisely...
They didn’t wait for the companions; the two of them sauntered all the way from the main street to the upper street, and from the upper street to Lower Street.
Seemingly wandering aimlessly, they were actually purposefully heading toward a certain secluded alley.
Sure enough, as soon as they reached the empty alley, Yong Ye was ’knocked out.’
Before being ’knocked out,’ he even pretended to struggle a bit.
And when he closed his eyes, he saw a sack being placed over the master’s head...
Yong Ye was speechless and looked up to the sky!
He lived for twenty-eight years, following the master for twenty years, and never had he felt so speechless!
Is there possibly a chance that the master’s mind... is truly broken?
Send a message by carrier pigeon to ask the Divine Doctor to take a look?
"Great Xia dog thief! Get back to Central Plains as soon as possible! Otherwise, every time I see you, I’ll beat you!"
Fat Tiger usually spoke in a gruff voice; now deliberately lowering it sounded even more intimidating.
However, when he was hitting, he showed some restraint.
After all, the little prince from Central Plains looked very frail.
He feared that one slip might lead him to beat the person to death.
There was no movement from the sack, not even a struggle.