Paralyzed and confined to a wheelchair for years, the muscles in his legs had severely atrophied.
Nursing them back to health day after day was a painstaking affair.
But fortunately, the Third Prince, who wanted for nothing, had all the time in the world.
Just as she was thinking this, she heard Su Qing's voice from above her.
"My savior, is the examination complete?"
Su Ye looked up at Su Qing.
"Hm?"
Su Qing took Su Ye's hand and placed it on his neck.
"Feel this, my savior. I'm still running a fever."
Su Ye shot him a glance. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something strange about this fever of his.
She asked,
"What will it take for your fever to go away?"
At her question, Su Qing's eyelids fluttered. The Lycoris radiata at the corner of his eye seemed to sway as he spoke slowly,
"If my savior were to live in the Prince Mansion from now on and share a bed with me, perhaps my illness would be cured."
Su Ye said nothing.
