"Your Highness, you have just recovered from a serious illness, why don't you have a good rest?" Her voice is different from her gorgeous appearance, it seems extraordinarily gentle, and she thinks she loves this body very much.

I couldn't guess what she meant, so I had no choice but to remain silent.

Unexpectedly, my reaction was taken as silent resistance by her, and her tone immediately softened, as if she was coaxing a stubborn child: "Your Highness, don't be willful, if you get better soon, I will promise you to let go of the Jiang guard and let her play with you, okay?" ”

- Jiang Guard...... Who is it?

Play with me?

I grabbed the keyword, but I didn't have a clue.

But I think it should have something to do with Kuang Xihan's death...... Let's find a chance to figure it out.

“…… Good. I nodded, and lay back on the bed with her support, and she took a warm towel to wipe my face and neck, although her strength was really heavier than that of the little cicada, and it was not a kind of torture for Kwong Xihan's delicate skin, but I could feel the sincere love in her focused eyes - this alone was the reason why I gritted my teeth and insisted on not saying a word.

"Where's the little cicada?" When she covered the quilt for me, lit the incense to calm my nerves, and pulled down the bed curtain to leave, I finally couldn't help but whisper.

"He didn't serve well, and I've sent someone to drag him away." The middle-aged woman's eyes were cold—even though I knew it was for the "poorly served" cicada, I still felt a palpitation in my heart.

-- Since ancient times, the subtext of dragging away is that it will not die well.

After thinking about it, I still couldn't bear to let such a young child ruin his life, so I tentatively said, "I want him to serve." ”

Unexpectedly, she just sighed helplessly, as if she wanted to touch my hair, but the outstretched hand seemed to be worried about something, and finally took it back: "Since His Highness insists, then I will send someone to bring him back - but there is one point, if he does not serve well again, and His Highness suffers and his condition worsens, I will not spare him!" ”

She waved her hand, and a woman in samurai armor next to her immediately leaned over and saluted, and walked out quickly—I noticed that the women standing beside her, all of them in thin black armor, tall and stout, all with resolute eyes and solemn faces, the kind of military temperament I had only seen in a very few veterans.

- Are these people the guards of the palace?

How does it look more like a battle-hardened general.

It didn't take long for the cicada to be brought in.

To be precise, it was dragged in by the thinly armored guard.

His hair was a little messy, his eyes were red, his cheeks still had the marks of crying, and the fear that flashed in his eyes when he saw me and the middle-aged woman immediately converged into invisibility after meeting the cold peach blossom eyes, as if he had to hide his original fear because he was shocked by the more terrible existence.

I couldn't help but blame myself: maybe it was my previous insistence that killed him.

"Serve carefully, what kind of business cuò will happen...... You should know my means. Coldly warning the submissive cicada kneeling beside the bed, the middle-aged woman gave me one last gentle look and left my room with the guards.

Judging by the extra glimpses of the shadows in the doorway, she must have left a few men on guard - probably because I was afraid that I would insist on going outside despite her persuasion.

I knew that there were at least a dozen or so cicada-like attendants waiting outside this room for my dispatch, but no one dared to make a sound, so quiet that I could hear a needle falling to the ground.

This made me subconsciously lower my voice and call the little cicada closer: "You come here." ”

He looked up at me timidly, walked a few steps to my bedside, bowed his head again through the hanging veil, and answered softly, as if waiting for my command—I could not see his expression clearly, but I could feel his nervousness.

I sighed silently, a little guilty: "You...... You okay? ”

"The slave is fine, His Royal Highness Xie cares." The young man's soft voice trembled a little, and I couldn't bear it, but I didn't know what to do to reduce the damage to him, let alone make up for it—I was powerless, and I couldn't even protect myself.

"What is the identity of that middle-aged woman just now?" Staring at the dragon carving on the top of the bed, I asked softly.

"That one is Lord Yan Ke, the steward of the palace and the leader of the palace guards," he paused, and then added, as if casually, "You used to call her Aunt Ke. ”

――It seems that in terms of the general background framework and character information, Kwong Xihan's residual memories can give me some hints.

But...... Aunt Ke?

If it was according to my original thoughts, I would have called "Steward Yan", but fortunately I didn't call it without permission.

This also means that I can only slowly explore some details and intricate emotional relationships on my own.

In this case, I will not be able to have frequent contact with her in the future, at least until I can adapt to Kuang Xihan's identity...... lest they should show their feet and give their lives.

"Little Cicada, I, cough well, what kind of person was this king before?" After thinking about it, I didn't care about the danger of being suspected by him—anyway, it was hard for him not to doubt it now—and continued to ask.

The boy outside the gauze seemed to gasp, and I could feel his deathly silence, as if my question had set off a huge wave in his heart, and he had no idea what to do.

"Tell me about it, and this king will not hold it accountable." I quickly softened my voice and soothed.

"Little Cicada doesn't dare to make a judgment, but the scribes of the Maple Pavilion have praised you for being unruly." He thought about it for a long time, and finally said this sentence that could barely be regarded as a compliment.

I nodded, a little disapproving—how could I get out of my frustration with this sick body?

Thinking of what Aunt Na Ke said earlier, I asked again: "What is the reason why this king is bedridden this time?" Who is the Jiang guard? ”

"This ...... The cicada doesn't know. He didn't react like he didn't know anything.

"Do you not know, or do you not want to say?" I deliberately lowered my voice, intending to scare him, "You know the fate of deceiving this king. ”

- Although I don't remember how Kwong Xihan punished her subordinates, I guessed from the trembling shoulders of the cicada that she should not be a forgiving and benevolent master.

It was just an understatement, but it made him tremble and lie on the ground, pounding his head like garlic: "Slave damned!" Please forgive me! Slaves and maids should be damned! Damn it......"

"Okay, okay, this king didn't say he was going to kill you!" I hurriedly lifted the veil tent and wanted to help him up, but I didn't expect this body to be so weak that I got up hard for a while, my eyes were dark, and I almost fainted, "You, you get up first!" ”

Struggling to squeeze out the words, I plunged back into the soft bed, clutching my chest and panting.

"Your Highness?" He also noticed that something was wrong with me, and stopped prostrating and begging for mercy, and nervously grasped the edge of the bed, trying to pull open the veil to check on me, but he did not dare to move at will, so he could only call me tentatively and softly.

After gasping for a while, I felt that the suppressed suffocation dissipated a lot, and my heart relaxed, and then I leisurely "hummed" and waved my hand to indicate that I was okay.

He also has eyes, and knows that he can't contradict me anymore, for fear that he won't be able to catch his breath after making me angry, so he simply knelt up straight, and said 1510: "Listen to the brothers who served in the front yard, that Jiang Escort was originally a guard around the Emperor's Majesty, and was asked by you to be your own personal guard a few days ago, and you were very blue-eyed, pampered, and never left or right for a moment - originally you and Jiang Escort were in Yongle Hall that day...... Having fun, you suddenly fainted, so Lord Yan invited the imperial doctor to come, and you didn't wake up until yesterday. ”

-- His unnatural pause in the word "fun" gave me bad associations.

"What kind of place is Yongle Hall? So where is Guard Jiang now? "I decided to ask in a roundabout way.

"Yongle Hall is your daily ...... ...... with the Princes "Regarding his deliberately vague words, I don't have to try to guess to know that they won't be good words, and his tone of voice after that makes me even more disgusted with Kuang Xihan's character," Jiang Guard...... The slave maid heard that since you fell unconscious, Lord Yan sent someone to watch her, and now she should still be locked up in Yongle Hall, waiting for your whereabouts. ”

“…… The king wants to see her. I licked my lips, and the thought of seeing the other party immediately arose - this Jiang Escort might be the last person to see Kwong Xihan, maybe she would know what was going on.

"The prince atoned for his sins! Lord Yan has instructed that you must not leave this room until you have recovered your body. He raised his voice suddenly, as if to get the attention of the guards outside the house—I'm sure the "click" of the door was not my auditory hallucination.

"......" I turned over and buried my face in the thick and smooth quilt - I was subject to others everywhere, and even my personal freedom was deprived, and Kuang Xihan, the prince, was really a wreck.

So, I, who inherited her body, will I also be like her, this canary in a cage?

But no matter how angry and disappointed I was, the situation could not be improved for a moment.

All I could do was accept it.