After The Salted Fish Transmigrated Through The Book, He Become Pregnant With The Emperor's Child
CHAPTER~⁰⁵
Mu Yu was startled. He nervously stretched out a finger to check his young master's breathing and touched his forehead. He then quickly told the coachman outside to drive in a different direction.
Taehyung had a dream. He dreamt that in the year of his college entrance exam, he was buried in his test papers inside the room, while outside the door were the hoarse arguments of his parents.
Listening to those endless, daily quarrels, Taehyung felt utterly exhausted, so tired that he couldn't even catch his breath. Then he let himself sink into a complete darkness.
Mu Yu was terribly flustered. He shouldn't have allowed his young master to do such a despicable thing. As a result, not only did his young master fail to achieve his wish, but he also got himself into trouble.
Since his young master was practically known by everyone in the capital, Mu Yu dared not call a doctor. He had to sneak to a pharmacy, endure the doctor's scrutinizing gaze, get the medicine, and then rush back to the manor.
After all that fuss, his young master developed a high fever. To prevent anyone from discovering the marks on his young master's body, Mu Yu had to ask the servants to heat water and leave it outside the door. Then he carried it in and gave his young master a simple wash.
The clean inner garment was torn. Taehyung's body was covered in purple and green marks, which looked frightening but weren't actual wounds. This high fever wasn't entirely due to physical pain; perhaps it was more due to his heavy anxieties.
That night was too chaotic.
At the beginning of the mao hour (5-7 AM), Jeon Jungkook woke from his sleep, rubbing his aching forehead. A rare look of bewilderment appeared on his jade-like face. As he sat up from the bed, his topknot, no longer secured by the wooden hairpin, slowly came undone, and his long black hair cascaded over his shoulders.
Recalling the events of the previous night, Jeon Jungkook lowered his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a cold sword. He reached for the disheveled clothes by the bed, but his Taoist robe was terribly wrinkled and stained. So, he had to get up and take out another set of clothes from the wardrobe to put on.
"Your Majesty." Two knocks sounded from outside the door.
Jeon Jungkook sat on the edge of the bed, his hair loose, and said coldly,
Taoist Priest (Emperor Jeon Jungkook)
"Come in."
The person who entered the room knelt directly before Jeon Jungkook. "This servant failed to protect his master. Please punish me, Your Majesty."
Taoist Priest (Emperor Jeon Jungkook)
"Then kneel!"
The Taoist priest in green, with two or three fresh red scratches on his neck, as if someone had clawed him with their fingers, calmly stood up and took a wooden hairpin from the writing desk to tie up his loose hair.
As he moved, the collar of his clothing inevitably brushed against the scratches on his neck, causing him faint pain. Jeon Jungkook sat down rigorously and sternly before the writing desk; his hand, which was about to open a book, paused slightly as he lowered his eyes, falling into a rare moment of daze.
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