In the Three Kingdoms period, the opening scene features the killing of Huang Gai, shocking Zhou Yu!

The framed imperial edict was delivered to the Prime Minister's residence.

It was already past lunchtime.

We arrived at the inner courtyard.

Normally at this time, Cao Jie would already be busy working on that "big pancake" (rabbit).

Or perhaps they caused trouble for Zhao Yu somewhere.

But today.

Nothing happened.

Zhao Yu stood at the door.

I was a little puzzled.

"Are you sick?"

"Did you have too much fun at the lantern festival the other day and your biological clock hasn't adjusted yet?"

I was just thinking about it.

The door to the security office was kicked open with a loud bang.

Cao Jie's personal maid, Xiao Cui, rushed out.

His face was full of anxiety.

Her hair was all disheveled, and her eyes were full of tears.

"General Zhao!"

"Oh no!"

"Something terrible has happened!"

"Miss...Miss, she..."

Zhao Yu's hand trembled, and he subconsciously pressed down on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

Could it be that Fu Wan's remaining followers infiltrated the court when I went to attend the morning assembly?

That's not right, Cao Jie was pro-Han.

"What's wrong?"

"An assassin?"

"Did the rabbit bite someone?"

Xiao Cui cried in distress:

"Not an assassin!"

"Miss is sick!"

"Sudden onset of a serious illness!"

"My chest hurts!"

"She's writhing in pain on the bed! She's barely breathing, saying... saying she's about to die!"

Zhao Yu frowned.

Heartache?

He was fine the day before yesterday, but yesterday he went to the palace to see Liu Xie.

How could you suddenly become unwell after only two days apart?

heart disease?

Myocardial infarction?

This was in an era before nitroglycerin existed.

"Have you called the imperial physician?"

Zhao Yu tried his best to remain calm.

"They called!"

Xiao Cui stomped her feet.

"But Miss won't let the imperial physician in!"

"She was holding the door, saying... saying she only wanted to see you one last time!"

"We'll let you hear your last words!"

Zhao Yu: "..."

The last time? Last words? This is just too... classic.

These lines sound familiar.

I feel like I've played that role in so many TV dramas.

System determination: Abnormal.

Possibility 1: Sudden onset of acute illness (probability 0%).

Possibility 2: Feigning illness (90% probability).

[Recommendation: Please verify.]

"Let's go."

"Let's go take a look."

"If things really don't work out, we'll have to inform the Prime Minister to prepare for the worst."

……

Qingqiu Courtyard

Inside the boudoir.

The light was dim, and the curtains were drawn tightly shut.

The air was filled with... the scent of rouge.

Cao Jie was lying in bed.

It was covered with a thick brocade quilt.

Her hair was deliberately made messy to cover half of her face.

Her complexion... was quite rosy (probably from feeling stuffy).

She clutched the front of her shirt tightly in her hand.

Hmming and whining.

"Ouch……"

"pain……"

My heart aches so much...

"Where is Zhao Yu...?"

"Why isn't that blockhead here yet...?"

She secretly opened one eye.

I glanced at the doorway.

no one.

Close your eyes immediately.

Keep humming.

The sound was a little too loud.

"Ouch! That hurts so much!"

This was her "self-inflicted injury" strategy.

At the lantern festival the day before yesterday, Zhao Yu protected her, but he was too dense.

Cao Jie held his arm and walked the whole way, but he didn't even hold Cao Jie's hand.

And there wasn't a single nice word.

Cao Jie was unwilling to accept this.

She was the second young lady of the Prime Minister's mansion, and was pampered and adored since childhood.

She wants to test it out.

Does this blockhead even have her in his heart?

If he saw himself about to die,

She was so anxious that she was sweating profusely, and even cried for herself...

Hey.

Then I'll reluctantly try to "get better".

"Squeak—"

The gates of Qingqiu Courtyard opened.

Footsteps approached.

Zhao Yu came in.

Cao Jie's heart tightened.

Quickly adjust your posture.

His brows were furrowed.

He feigned extreme pain in his heart.

Shortness of breath.

"water……"

"Zhao Yu..."

"Is that you...?"

"I...I have to go..."

Zhao Yu walked to the bedside.

stop.

He looked down at her.

System scan: Enabled.

Target: Cao Jie.

Vital signs detection:

Heart rate: 85 (slightly fast, due to nervousness).

Body temperature: 36.8℃ (normal).

Complexion: Rosy and radiant.

Breathing: disordered (consciously controlled).

Stomach scan: 75% filling (large amounts of starch and sugar residue).

Diagnosis: Extremely healthy, just bored and has terrible acting skills.

OK OK.

Is this how you play it?

This is a typical example of "waste of workplace resources".

I just finished the morning court session and dealt with a national-level crisis like the "blood letter." I'm exhausted.

They also have to come back to deal with this kind of "family drama".

Zhao Yu just stood there.

Looking at Cao Jie, who was still groaning "ouch, ouch."

He remained silent.

It didn't move either.

Just watch quietly like this.

One minute.

Two minutes.

The silence was somewhat awkward.

Only Cao Jie's monotonous groans echoed.

Cao Jie couldn't continue acting.

Why is there no movement?

Shouldn't he have come up and asked me what happened?

Or should we shout "Jie'er, you can't die!"

Even just touching the forehead would be fine.

Has he left?

She simply couldn't resist.

Quietly open one eye.

It met Zhao Yu's eyes perfectly.

They're clearly watching a clown.

"What are you looking at?"

Cao Jie felt a little guilty.

Her voice wasn't so weak anymore.

Zhao Yu pointed to her stomach.

"Second Miss".

"I got up so late this morning, and I ate so late. I can't lie down right after I finish eating."

Cao Jie was taken aback, and said in a very soft, buzzing voice:

"How...how did you know I had just finished eating?"

"I hid it very well..."

"I could tell."

"His complexion is rosy, and his voice is full of energy."

"My heart is beating strongly."

Zhao Yu drew a conclusion:

"You're not sick."

"You're just bored and have nothing better to do."

"Or maybe they're just bored."

The atmosphere froze instantly.

The atmosphere of restraint shattered completely.

Cao Jie's face visibly turned red.

The redness spread from the base of her neck to the tips of her ears.

ashamed.

anger.

Wronged.

They clashed directly, and exploded instantly.

She sat up abruptly.

He no longer looked like a patient at all.

Grab the pillow under your head.

It was thrown at Zhao Yu.

"Zhao Yu!"

"You bastard!"

"I'm already like this!"

"Can't you just try to comfort me?!"

"I said it hurts, and it hurts!"

Even if it's fake, even if I'm lying to you, can't you at least pretend to care?

The pillow hit Zhao Yu.

It's soft and fluffy.

drop on the floor.

Zhao Yu looked at the furious Cao Jie.

I don't understand.

"Why pretend?"

"It's a good thing to be healthy."

"If you're sick, get treatment."

"Pretending to be sick when you're not is deceiving the organization and wasting resources."

"I just finished the morning court session, I'm exhausted, okay?"

"and……"

Zhao Yu picked up the pillow.

I patted off the dust.

Put it back on the bedside.

"I don't know how to coax people."

"I am a guard."

"Not a wet nurse."

Done.

Zhao Yu turned around.

Show no mercy.

"you……"

Cao Jie watched Zhao Yu's retreating figure.

Tears really came down.

This isn't an act.

She really cried.

I felt so wronged.

"Waaaaah..."

"You blockhead!"

"You stinky blockhead!"

"I'm never talking to you again!"

"You'll spend the rest of your life with your knife!"

The sound of crying came from the room.

Miserable and miserable,

Xiao Cui listened at the door, her heart pounding with fear.

It’s over.

Miss is truly heartbroken this time.

……