Repairing the Past

Chapter 55

It had been nearly thirty minutes Mo Yan was standing behind a huge tree at the end of the nature pavilion. It was as if waiting for someone to appear to let him into one of the rooms.

But the truth is, he did not know which room he should go to.

Supposedly since deciding to find out, Mo Yan had to ask where the female physician was sleeping.

But if asked, it even creates the impression of absurd and a little lewd.

Mo Yan rubbed his face with his right hand. Either because he felt stupid or embarrassed by the immoral actions he wanted to do.

Although he had once done the same thing while being a personal bodyguard in Chu's residence. Peeping on someone at the behest of an employer with his own intentions is completely different.

"It's ridiculous! Just because of a premonition, I should do such an unworthy thing." Whisper Mo Yan in heart.

Instead of undoing the intention, Mo Yan actually jumped back and headed to the left side of the nature pavilion. Among the three rooms there, only the leftmost room was still bright with candlelight.

Without making the slightest sound, Mo Yan descended and walked towards the wide-open room window.

"Until when are you gonna notice me like that?"

Mo Yan gasped. It almost showed itself because the voice sounded familiar in his ears. But eventually he remained stagnant in the first place when he realized that the words were not intended for him.

"I'm doing fine. You don't have to look at me with a moody face. So ugly!"

"Let's just be ugly than having to see a sister like that!"

Chu Yao chuckled softly at the sister's detensive response.

This afternoon, when he returned after a dispute with the prime minister's daughter, Chu Yao's condition had already begun to stabilize.

The woman's old illness had recurred. Actually it is a disease caused by excessive traumatic taste.

The disease has rarely recurred in the past year. It's just that today it seems like the disease is re-emerging because it is stimulated by situations that are out of control.

"is Miss Sheng home yet?" Chu Yao asked to shift the conversation.

Fu Rong nodded his head, "He left after helping me lay brother on the bed. But big brother doesn't need to worry, he doesn't see big brother relapse."

"Did I hurt you?!" Chu Yao again asked in a serious tone.

"No, brother just ruined it.. " Pointing Fu Rong towards the closet that is not intact.

"I've pressed the nerves of motion on my upper back with acupuncture needles as directed by Bai. Fortunately the chatty one left some medicine for brother before leaving. I don't know what would happen if the drug didn't exist.."

Fu Rong stopped his words and threw away a face. Chu Yao knew that the girl was crying. He made his sister sad.

"Have it, don't be so sad. I'm fine."

"It's not good!" Sela Fu Rong in a stinging voice, "if I didn't get into that problem, sister's illness wouldn't have come out so quickly."

Chu Yao sighed and gently stroked the girl's hair, "it's not your fault. Oh yeah, was that so bad?"

"Not as bad as usual. Brother only once spewed blood."

Fu Rong looked at Chu Yao who was suddenly speechless. His hands were clinging to each other and grasping. He looks clumsy and wrong.

"Are we going back? It seems like the situation here is not good for your brother's health."

"Can't, Xiao Rong. Fu Bai is still in the royal medical center and we are already bound by a promise to heal the emperor.. " Chu Yao said as she explained.

"But brother.. "

"It's okay. You don't have to worry. It's already! Go back to your room now. I've been so much better. "

"But.."

"Go!" Persuade Chu Yao with a smile behind her thin veil. He did not want Fu Rong to feel unsafe living there.

At least in that place their lives are guaranteed by eating a drink and a decent resting place. Despite the pressure, only that place accepted them.

Fu Rong got up hesitantly and walked slowly towards the door. His face did not look calm.

"Sleep! I'll wake you up if I need anything." Said Chu Yao who was trying to calm the little girl's feelings.

Chu Yao looked at Fu Rong's back from behind the open window. He looked in silence.

It was so long that Mo Yan had to peek to just make sure of the woman's state.

Mo Yan furrowed his brows. He's a little confused. The veiled woman stared at the darkness of the night in silence. I don't know what he's thinking so his view is so far away.

But suddenly the woman's voice sounded out loud, "whatever your intentions, you better hurry away from this place! I don't want to fight anymore tonight! If I catch you, don't blame me for not forgiving! I'm not the kind of person who would be kind to someone who likes to steal other people's talk. You peepsmith!"

Mo Yan gasped at the sound of 'BRAK!' the hard. The window was closed by the woman with a single pull.

Chu Yao deliberately slammed the shutters of that window. Although he did not know who was behind his room, but he knew someone was stealing his talk with Fu Rong just now.

Chu Yao felt a little annoyed by it. Instead of capturing the intruder, Chu Yao simply laid herself down on the cot and immediately went to sleep.

Whereas Mo Yan had to furrow his brows due to the rough treatment of that woman.

The corner of Mo Yan's lips shot up at a glance forming a faint smile. Her cold face was back flat. With a single leap he had been on top of the roof of the room.

Her silvery hair that was broken made her silhouette so beautiful under the moonlight.

He walked quickly, jumping through every place without making any sound.

It was rare for the young emperor to smile. I don't know what happened to him. A-Wei did not dare to ask.

"From tomorrow, spread the news if my body condition weakens and must be taken care of by Miss Fu personally here. " Said Mo Yan while lying on his bed.

"Good." A-Wei answered quickly.

As soon as he was about to leave, the bodyguard paused for a moment. With hesitation, he again asked, "umm, Miss Fu there are two people. So.."

"D-Let's.." Call Mo Yan in a heavy voice, "i don't like to joke."

A-Wei swallowed the saliva when she realized the cold words of her master. Quickly the young man retreated and left Mo Yan who was still looking at him sharply.

***

The next day news of Mo Yan's declining health had spread and reached the nature pavilion. Making Chu Yao a dilemma.

On one side he wanted to avoid Mo Yan. He did not want the young man to realize he was still alive. It is impossible to drag the man into every problem he faces.

On the other hand, Mo Yan's condition was not fine. He needs quick treatment. Right now there was only Chu Yao there.

It was with a heavy heart that Chu Yao followed the footsteps of a eunuch who had already picked her up towards the emperor's personal pavilion.

As soon as he got to the front door of the room, Chu Yao was greeted by a black-clothed man he knew.

A-Wei let the woman in and closed the door again quickly.

"Miss Fu can go straight inside." Said A-Wei so politely that it made Chu Yao's lips lift up.

Chu Yao smiled looking at the bodyguard. Now, A-Wei is getting taller and somehow the man is getting stiffer. It was increasingly similar to Mo Yan back then.

With a feeling of alarm, Chu Yao walked slowly into the young emperor's private room.

There's no one there.

Chu Yao's eyes turned in rhythm with the motion of her neck that twisted one hundred and eighty degrees.

Niente. The room remains empty.

Chu Yao's hand clenched. His body moves in every direction. Looking for the whereabouts of men who he said were in a weak condition.

Should I call him?

Crazy one! That's his name's suicide! The man was no longer a personal bodyguard that could be summoned at will.

Chu Yao chuckled slightly. He subconsciously knocked on his own head, "Indeed is already insane."

"Did waiting for me for a second set you free to curse?!" Mo Yan's heavy voice that suddenly broke the silence managed to shock Chu Yao.

The woman suddenly turned around and accidentally hit the athletic body behind her.

Chu Yao complained with both eyes that were instantly tightly shut. His hand reflexively stroked his reddened forehead.

Mo Yan sighed. With a single index finger, he pushed Chu Yao's body to move to the edge and walked towards the lounge chair on the edge of the balcony.

Chu Yao's eyes immediately widened. As if not believing the treatment of that man just now.

'He could have behaved like that! Is he disgusted at me?' Thought Chu Yao.

Chu Yao suddenly became annoyed. But he can only stroke the chest. Trying not to give any response.

"I came to the advantage of checking the noble circumstances." Chu Yao said as she saluted respectfully.

Mo Yan did not pique. He looked out with his arms crossed.

It is undeniable that the figure of the young man is now increasingly beautiful. His symmetrical face was getting handsome with his silvery-white hair randomly scattered.

His posture is increasingly proportional. The cloth that covered his body could not hide the biceps muscles that had formed perfectly.

Chu Yao lowered her head. Shifting his increasingly wild eyes. Although covered in a thin cloth, but part of his face can still show a red tinge on some sides.

"I'm doing fine. You don't need to check my condition. From today you will stay here with me." Mo Yan muttered with a flat face without caring about Chu Yao's shock.

He casually added, "all your needs are there. If there's anything you need, you can tell the guards. "

Chu Yao's eyes moved following the direction of Mo Yan's index finger. At the end of the room was a cot with a cupboard bounded by a thick bulkhead that Chu Yao suspected was her new 'place.

Chu Yao swallowed the saliva. Nervously he said, "i, this is not true. His highness ja.. "

Not finished Chu Yao said, that beautiful figure had simply vanished. Suddenly the large room became quiet.

Chu Yao gawked looking like a fool. He can't speak. The man became what he wanted. I don't know what game he's planning.

The fur of Chu Yao bristled. He shuddered and walked limp towards his bed. He lay. As if to fall into circumstance.

"Why is it like this?" Chu Yao complained as she massaged her throbbing temple.

Without him noticing, Mo Yan's sharp gaze had noticed him from a distance. With an expressionless face, the young man ordered A-Wei to pay attention to the motion Chu Yao made.

Although he did not understand the master's way of thinking, A-Wei nodded obediently and carried out the order without the slightest rebuttal.

Mo Yan was stagnant with complex thoughts.