After receiving a total of fifteen lashes on their backs, both Song and Yue's clothes were stained with blood.
Of course, it hurt a lot, but Yue endured, and Song endured for his master.
They didn't even make a sound while being beaten.
But seeing this, Xia was quite pleased, as she wanted to teach Yue a lesson about how the Emperor shouldn't favor him.
"I think you've learned how to greet me properly now, right?" she said with arrogance.
"Yes," Yue's voice barely escaped his lips.
[ "Host, don't worry, we're going to take revenge on this bitch at any cost. How dare she hit my master?" ]
"Don't worry, Bunny. I have a plan, that's why I didn't resist either."
They both chuckled, and since what they talked about couldn't be heard by anyone else, they were fine.
"I'm still not satisfied. In the end, you're just an animal with a tail like a dog and ears. Still, you managed to seduce His Majesty. Are you looking down on humans?"
Beastmen and humans had maintained an uneasy truce for centuries. It had only been a few weeks since they agreed to never fight again.
This was due to Hao's promise that he would allow Beastmen into the human world, and the Beastmen, in turn, accepted the arrangement, which led to Yue's marriage to Hao.
Yue looked down after hearing her. He was trying hard to control himself because while they were beating him, he didn't care whether there was a woman or man in front of him.
He didn't see himself as a hero—he thought of himself as a villain, someone who could hit anyone who dared to mess with him. Gender didn't matter.
[ "Host, this bitch has learned how to bark." ]
"I think you're gaining some weight. You need to lose it. Don't feed him for three days. Then, come to meet me, dear consort."
There was a strange arrogance in her voice, as if she were an empress. Her attitude was on another level.
"You can leave now. I can't bear to see you anymore. Such a disgusting whore."
Yue stood up, trembling, and Song, who was also badly hurt, still held his master's hand to help him up and offer support.
"Master, are you okay?"
They both left the main hall. Yue nodded, indicating that he was fine. After that, Song took Yue to his chamber and made him sit on the bed.
"Master, stay here. I'll go bring something to treat your wounds, okay?"
As Song left, Bunny took a look at Yue's wounds.
"It must be hurting a lot, isn't it?"
"It is, but I'm enduring it. I want the wound to get worse so that the idiot Emperor can notice it.
He seems to be fond of me, as he always touches me himself. He's a real pervert."
Bunny gave Yue a funny side-eye.
"Oh ho, you even managed to seduce that cold Emperor. He was really something else. I thought you'd be struggling here without me, but here you are, about to complete the mission."
"That Emperor is only treating me well. It doesn't mean he likes me. And the mission is nowhere near complete. You know, it's not even 10% done."
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On the other side, Song grabbed the large bowl filled with warm water, a cloth to wash the blood from Yue's back, and some medical herbs, knowing that some of those herbs would help stop the bleeding.
But as he was leaving the kitchen, he suddenly bumped into someone.
When he looked up, it was Chan, the Emperor's personal guard.
"Fuck! Can't you see where you're going?" Chan shouted in anger, as the water splashed on him.
"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry," Song quickly replied.
He stepped past him, but as he exited the kitchen, he saw the Emperor standing there. He bowed and quickly ran away.
As he was leaving, both Chan and Hao noticed the wound on Song's back.
His clothes were torn from the lashes, and bloodstains marked his attire, which seemed odd.
The Emperor had delegated all of his work to his assistant and had come to meet Yue with his personal guard, Chan.
They stood outside the kitchen because Hao wanted to bring something delicious for Yue, who was suffering from a headache.
Chan had entered the kitchen to give orders but had unexpectedly encountered Song.
Song quickly returned to the harem. When he entered the bedchamber, he saw Yue sitting on the bed, his face contorted with pain.
"Master, don't worry, I've brought some herbs with me," Song said, rushing to Yue's side.
Song gently helped Yue slide his gown down, exposing his back.
The deep lashes were visible, and the blood was still fresh. Yue winced slightly at the touch but remained silent, enduring the pain.
Yue sat on the bed, curled forward with his arms wrapped tightly around his knees.
Song was carefully wiping the blood from his back using a cloth and a bowl of warm water.
The room was quiet, heavy with pain—until the door suddenly burst open.
Hao and Chan rushed into the chamber. The moment Hao saw Yue's exposed back, covered in fresh, red welts, his expression darkened with rage. His fists clenched by his sides.
But then he noticed Yue's robe had slipped down, leaving most of his upper body bare. Without a word, Hao quickly turned his gaze away out of respect.
"Call the Royal Physician. Right now," Hao commanded sharply, pushing Chan back toward the door.
"And you also go out I will take care of him go and get treated your wound as well " said to song
Song, though still tending to Yue's wounds with trembling hands, obeyed silently.
He gave Yue one last worried glance before bowing and exiting the room.
As soon as they were alone, Hao rushed to Yue's side.
Yue turned to look at him, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears, and the moment their gazes met, Hao felt something twist painfully in his chest.