As if he could see what I was thinking, he said dissatisfiedly: "The emperor is also a human being. Don't think that I have nothing to do with others. I am just an ordinary person."
What he said was really what he said.
Seeing the anger on his face, I couldn't help but raise my hand to smooth his frown, and then said: "You are also an ordinary person. You stand taller than ordinary people, and you have to endure more cold and pressure than ordinary people."
Big people.”
As an emperor, there is no such thing as nothing.
As an emperor, he can only stand in that high and cold place and let the cold wind blow.
"No, I don't feel cold with you."
He held my hand and looked at me with affectionate eyes and said.
I blushed with embarrassment, and at this moment there was a knock on the door.
I wanted to open the door, but he stopped me.
"etc."
I didn't know what he was going to do, but then I saw him find a dagger from nowhere, and then cut his finger, letting the bright blood drip on the bright red bed in the middle.
White satin on a white cloth.
At that moment, I knew why he did what he did.
The concubines who had just entered the palace before the emperor's departure were required to have blood stains on the white veil to prove the concubine's innocence.
But we didn't do anything last night, we just slept together.
Maybe he was afraid that others would point fingers at me, so he did this!
Although he is the emperor, and although people are afraid to get close to him, everything he does to me, even a small thing, is so subtle.
He did everything well and looked at me with a sunny smile on his face.
Everything on the bed is ready, but our clothes have not been changed yet, they are still so neat.
I started to change clothes for him, but he stopped me.
"You still have injuries on your hands, let me come."
As he said that, he started to change my clothes first.
I was stunned on the spot, and I didn't react until he changed my clothes.
When I reacted, he was already changing his own clothes.
Looking at him, I had an indescribable feeling in my heart.
He knew that I was injured, and he helped me change my clothes because he was afraid that I would hurt the wound. But he didn't know that my hand was almost healed, but there was still some pain occasionally.
What makes me even more confused is that he is the emperor, and I should be the one to serve him and change his clothes, but it is he who helps me change my clothes.