The Butterfly looked at Yong Yaxuan's pained expression and thought to himself that it was no use regretting now.
Because of this bowl of muscle - weakening powder he had given, Ji Feiyu had lost two important people.
The Butterfly watched coldly from the side. Waiting for the medicine to take effect, he then picked up Yong Yaxuan's hand again, made a cut on it, and squeezed hard to make it bleed. Yong Yaxuan remained silent, as if he thought these were the sufferings he deserved. After being tortured by the Butterfly, he no longer had that superior air he used to have. Now, his heart was as dead as ashes.
The Butterfly looked at his state and found it rather uninteresting. When he was bored, he suddenly examined Yong Yaxuan's hand carefully and couldn't help asking, "By the way, how did your hand get like this? With your personality, you shouldn't have let your hand end up in such a state."
Yong Yaxuan glanced at him but didn't say a word. When this topic came up, he remembered the madness when he rushed into the ruins to look for Ji Feiyu. At that time, he thought she was dead, and he was really heart - broken. He almost ruined his hands for this, and he never regretted it! Even when his hands later became hideous, with blisters and ulcers, and were both painful and itchy, he still didn't regret it.
During that period, his hands hurt whenever he moved, which made it impossible for him to do anything during the day. He couldn't even take care of himself. When dealing with government affairs, Eunuch Li had to flip through the mountains of memorials one by one for him to read. He would dictate the approvals one by one, and then Eunuch Li would transcribe them and return them to the ministers.
At night, the burning pain made it impossible for him to fall asleep. Whenever the pain struck, he would seem to hear the hopeless shouts of that figure in the fire, but he could never clearly see the face of that figure. It really bothered him.
Most of the time, he would get up in the middle of the night and walk alone to the empty palace of the queen. He would find a place to sit inside and stay awake until dawn.
When there were no more dreams to be had, he didn't dare to dream anymore.
During that period, he hated himself, but it was just hatred. He didn't realize what was wrong with himself.
But in the past two days, under the verbal stimulation of the Butterfly, he finally seemed to understand where his problem lay. Yes, he hadn't reflected on himself for a long time. Now it seemed that he had been too selfish and too self - righteous before, and he hadn't thought things through at all.
The Butterfly saw that his eyes moved slightly but he didn't answer. It seemed that he had fallen into some kind of memory. So he said, "If you don't want to say, it's okay. I'll ask someone else."
Hearing this, Yong Yaxuan finally came back to his senses. He was feeling annoyed. Hearing what the Butterfly said, he got even more unhappy and said stubbornly, "Go ahead and ask. Anyway, no one will tell you."
The Butterfly didn't believe it. Of course, when asking for gossips, one couldn't be too straightforward. If one asked while eating and drinking, casually bringing up the topic, the possibility of getting something was very high.
The Butterfly didn't expose him. After letting Yong Yaxuan's blood, he packed up his tools and went out.
As soon as the Butterfly went out, the man in the straw hat came over and asked, "How is that gentleman?"
The Butterfly pretended to look worried and said, "Alas, you don't know how hard he is to serve. He even refused to take the medicine. If I hadn't forced him, I don't know how long it would have taken."
The man in the straw hat sighed, "Alas, it's good that we listened to you and didn't go in to take care of him. Otherwise, we would be the ones frowning now."
The Butterfly asked, "Do I have to go back to my small tent again? The kind with guards outside?"
The man in the straw hat said, "Yes."
The Butterfly sighed and said, "Since that's the case, anyway, I can't escape from this military camp. I wonder if your honor would do me the favor of coming to my tent for a chat?"
Hearing that the Butterfly was inviting him, the man in the straw hat felt unsure. But what he was most afraid of were problems related to Yong Yaxuan's health. After all, if something happened to the king of a country, it would be a big problem.
So he agreed without thinking.
After getting along for this period of time, they had probably realized that the Butterfly wasn't a bad person. Moreover, the Butterfly knew medical skills and could treat patients, and he had "voluntarily" taken the king's anger for them. So their attitudes towards the Butterfly had changed.
He rushed to follow the Butterfly over, wanting to ask if there was something wrong with Yong Yaxuan's health. But when he got to the Butterfly's tent, he found that the Butterfly just wanted to chat with him about gossips. They chatted about this and that.
"..."
Finally, the topic was locked on Yong Yaxuan's hands.
"I'm really curious. What's wrong with his hands? What would an ordinary person have to do to get such an injury?"
The man in the straw hat felt a bit embarrassed. He only heard about this incident and didn't know it very clearly.
So he refused to answer, "Since he doesn't want to talk about it, we'd better not ask."
The Butterfly thought for a while and then said, "What if I have a way to cure him?"
The man in the straw hat immediately became interested and said, "What do you want me to do then?" Well, the perfect helper was on the line again.
"I need to know where this injury came from at least so that I can prepare the medicine and try to fade the scars."
Well, they were back to the original question.
But this time, the man in the straw hat spoke up. "I roughly know what happened. It should be a burn from the ruins of the abandoned imperial palace that had just been on fire. He dug for someone with his own hands."
The Butterfly was shocked when he heard this. "Dig for someone with his own hands? Is he crazy?"
The man in the straw hat gave a bitter smile and said, "Maybe he felt better doing this at that time."
The Butterfly couldn't help shaking his head. "But it didn't help at all."
The ruins just after a big fire were still very hot even after the fire was out. His insistence on going in to look for someone himself could only mean that he was possessed by a demon.
"If that's the case, can you restore his hands to their previous state?" the man in the straw hat asked.
The Butterfly shook his head. "Basically impossible."
Based on the Butterfly's knowledge of burns, he could guess what had happened to Yong Yaxuan's hands later. He couldn't help sighing.
The man in the straw hat was inevitably disappointed. "Hey, I thought you were more powerful than the imperial doctors in the palace. It seems I was wrong."
The Butterfly said, "Now that I know the situation, I'll try again. Maybe there's still a chance. But if I know nothing, and just let it go, then it will really be hopeless."
The man in the straw hat thought what he said made sense. He patted the Butterfly on the shoulder to encourage him and then left.
After hearing this past, the Butterfly was silent in his tent for a long time. Alas, love was a complicated thing that needed to be carefully managed. One small mistake could lead one into the abyss. He didn't know if Yong Yaxuan understood this now.
At the same time, Yong Yaxuan called someone over and asked them to send a message back by carrier pigeon. He wanted his secret agents to reinvestigate the case of the fire in the abandoned imperial palace. He wanted to find all the places that had been ignored and missed before and restore the truth. He wanted to give himself an explanation, and also an explanation to Ji Feiyu. He wanted to know what had really happened to Ji Feiyu on the day of the fire, which could make the Butterfly, an outsider, hate him so much!