The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister - Chapter 808

   Chapter 808 Untitled Chapter

  It is cheap and not a bastard.

  Song Zhao accepted Emperor Yuan Chun’s reward without blinking an eye.

   There is no need to care about a dying person.

  Siyu agreed with Song Zhao and tacitly filled the reward into the treasury.

   He now takes over the chores of the inner court’s household affairs, and he looks at the daily account books.

  Song Zhao sat on a wooden wheelchair, tilted his head and glanced at the man’s serious reckoning, and asked tentatively, “You really don’t want to go to court?”

  Siyu turned over the account book with one hand and habitually inserted an apple slice from the fruit platter and put it into Song Zhao’s mouth.

  Song Zhao bit the apple slice, the waiter squinted his eyes comfortably, and then said, “Actually, I can do it alone, you don’t need to help me manage the household affairs.”

  Siyu pinched his brows and looked up at Song Zhaodao, “I didn’t expect that it would be quite tedious to read accounts.”

   He lowered his gaze, landed on Song Zhao’s bandaged knee, and said solemnly, “The leg is already injured, so I can’t tire your brain any longer.”

  Song Zhao, “…”

   She slid to the side of the bookshelf bored, flipped through a book of travel journals and read it. After a while, she said boredly, “Why don’t you go to court?”

   Lord Quanchen accompanies her every day.

   One or two days is fine.

   After a long time, her buttocks are sitting stiff, so she must give her some time to catch her breath.

  Siyu’s black and handsome brows were slightly wrinkled, he sensed something, and said slightly dissatisfied, “Do you think this king is annoying?”

  “…”

  Song Zhao immediately waved his hand and explained sternly, “How can there be! I’m afraid you will be bored, don’t you want to go to the military camp for activities or something?”

   “Actually, it’s okay.” Si Yu said in an orderly manner, “I wasn’t used to it at first, but after a few days, I found this slow pace quite comfortable.”

   He smiled at Song Zhao very nicely, like a handsome immortal who could see through the red dust, “When the new emperor ascends the throne, this king will put all foreign affairs aside, and treat your legs while traveling the mountains and waters, and go happily.”

  Song Zhao, “…”

   is over.

   She wouldn’t be a salted fish for the Lord of Power.

   still wanted to say something to turn back Siyu’s mentality, but he suddenly said, “It’s time, we should rest.”

  Siyu came over to push the wheelchair, Song Zhao snorted, “Isn’t it placed at the time of Hai? I just took a nap in less than two hours.”

   “Today is different. Tomorrow you have to go to the palace for a banquet early in the morning.”

   He pushed Song Zhao to the room.

  My lord!

   Ever since those doctors told her to go to bed early and get up early to raise her legs, this guy forced her to go to bed early every day.

   Both of them were under twenty years old, but they were in their seventies and eighties.

  Song Zhao collapsed for half of the day. She was really scared. She hurriedly grabbed Si Yu’s hand, “Wait a minute, I want to take a bath.”

   “Your legs can’t touch the water.”

   “It’s been ten days, so I can touch the water.”

  Song Zhao was sticky all over, she couldn’t bear to wipe her body with a wet handkerchief every day and scratch her boots.

  Siyu still disagreed, Song Zhao kept making a fuss, he had no choice but to ask the government doctor to make sure he could wash up, so he pushed people to the clean room.

  Bell and Biqing came in to deliver hot water and essential oils.

  Siyu watched the two maids make a rustling sound, and her brows were twisted into pimples.

   “You go out first, I’m going to take a bath.”

  Song Zhao excitedly pushed Siyu, and couldn’t wait to start knotting his clothes.

   “You all go out, this king is here to bathe the princess.”

  Siyu threw the two maids out in disgust. He was really worried that the outsider was clumsy and bumped into Song Zhao’s knee.

   (end of this chapter)