"Okay, I won't kill him. Satisfied?"
Yue quickly nodded.
"Then put down that brat and come here to me." hao give order in cold tone
Yue didn't want to let go of Han. Cuz To him, Hao was nothing more than a pervert—the way he touched him made Yue's skin crawl. But just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Your Majesty, there's an urgent matter you must attend to right now," came the voice of his personal guard, Chan.
Hao scratched his head. He didn't want to leave, not when he had just found Yue after so long.
But he knew Yue was his consort—his wife. He could see him whenever he wanted.
So, reluctantly, he turned and left with his knights. As soon as they were gone, Yue sighed in relief.
Just then, a servant rushed into the room. His round ears twitched on his head—he was part of the beastman class, just like Yue. He was Yue's personal servant.
"Master! What are you doing here? I've been searching for you for two hours! You were here this whole time?"
Yue was placing Han gently back on the bed, but Han refused to let go. His little hands clenched tightly around Yue.
"Your Highness, please let go just for a moment," Yue said softly.
Reluctantly, Han loosened his grip, and Yue walked over to his servant.
"Song, I'm glad you're here. Go call the physician for His Highness."
"But Master... you've heard the rumors, haven't you? We can't interfere in royal affairs. No physician has ever entered Prince Han's manor. That's what the other servants said…"
Even though Song was new, he'd already heard the whispers—about how unfairly and harshly Han was treated, especially by the emperor himself.
"Then bring the most effective ointment you can find. Something that heals wounds quickly."
Song nodded and left. He knew if he said it was for Prince Han, no one would help. So he lied, saying Yue himself was injured.
Meanwhile, Yue sat beside Han again.
"You're the Emperor's consort?" Han asked, looking up.
Yue nodded.
"I don't like it. I'll marry you myself in a few years," the boy said firmly.
Yue chuckled. "Kid, do you even know what you're saying?"
"Yes. Divorce the Emperor and marry me. I'll make you happy for the rest of your life," Han said with determination.
Yue smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. He was still burdened with thoughts he couldn't share with anyone.
Soon, Song returned with the ointment.
"Master, here it is. The best one I could find."
Yue took it and gently laid Han on his stomach to apply it. Han cried out from the pain, but Yue's gentle touch helped ease it. Afterward, Yue wrapped his legs in clean bandages to prevent the ointment from staining the bed.
Once done, Han lay on his back while Song brought in a tray.
"This was outside, Master. There's pudding in it, so I brought it in," Song explained. His fluffy blond ears twitched—he was a cute little hamster beastman.
Han noticed the pudding but didn't say anything. He only glanced at it longingly, assuming Yue wouldn't let him eat it.
But Yue noticed.
"Your Highness, would you like some pudding? I brought it especially for you. It's delicious."
"Can I…?"
"Of course you can. Why would you even need to ask?"
Yue smiled and helped him sit up, then opened the tray and began feeding him the pudding.
Han's eyes lit up at the first bite.
"Wow… it's so good!"
"Glad you like it. Now, you'll need to rest after this, okay?"
Han suddenly gripped Yue's hand tightly.
"You're going to leave, right? Once I fall asleep... everyone does that. They pretend to be nice, but they all leave."
'This kid's even more sentimental than me,' Yue thought. 'And my mission isn't even complete yet—how am I supposed to leave now?'
"Don't worry, Your Highness. I won't leave. I'm married here now."
"But… you didn't marry me."
Song had to bite back a laugh. Han was just too adorable, saying he wanted to marry Yue. But Song didn't dare say it aloud—Han was royalty, after all.
After finishing the pudding, Han started dozing off.
Even though he had insisted earlier that he wouldn't sleep, he was still just a child—and Yue's gentle hand patting his head lulled him right to sleep.
Yue, exhausted as well, lay down beside him without thinking.
Seeing them both sleeping peacefully, Song chuckled softly.
He covered them with a blanket, then quietly cleaned the room. In fact, he ended up cleaning the entire neglected manor.
After nearly two hours, his work was done. He sat in the yard to catch his breath.
Inside, both Yue and Han were still sleeping soundly, untouched by any disturbance.
As evening settled in, Song made his way to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
What he found there left a sour taste in his mouth—Prince Han's meals consisted of nothing more than stale bread and murky water.
Disgusted and heartbroken, Song rolled up his sleeves and began cooking a proper meal, one fit for both the young prince and his master, Yue.
The other palace chefs didn't interfere. They simply assumed the food was for Consort Yue, and none of them care about Yue at all.
That's why Song was able to cook without any trouble.
After a long nap, Han finally stirred awake and found himself nestled in Yue's arms.
His little heart fluttered. Yue hadn't left his side even while he was sleeping.
Comforted by that thought, he closed his eyes again, hoping to fall back asleep.
But suddenly, the door swung open.
Chan, the emperor's personal guard, rushed into the room.
His presence alone carried an intimidating aura that said he'd do anything for Hao.
As Chan approached and reached out to wake Yue, Han quickly sat up and grabbed his hand, glaring.
"What are you trying to do? Why are you touching him while he's asleep?"