Xiao Yi sat there, his face cold and gloomy.

Eunuch Zhao's hand, who had raised the curtain, froze and then put it silently.

"Where is the kite I asked you to collect yesterday?" Xiao Yi's voice was extremely hoarse and hard, as if it had been polished countless times by sandpaper.

Eunuch Zhao said, "I will take it to the emperor now."

He didn't ask why the emperor suddenly asked about this when he woke up. He didn't need to ask, just do what the emperor ordered.

After a while, Eunuch Zhao came back with a box.

Xiao Yi reached out to take the box and lifted the cover.

The kites inside were arranged well, one painted with a black tiger and the other painted with a white rabbit.

Xiao Yi stared at the kite expressionlessly for a while, then suddenly stretched out his thin and pale fingers and knotted the kite strings of the two kites.

Perhaps because he used some more force when tying the knot, a blood mark immediately appeared on his finger.

Two drops of blood fell onto the kite, and Xiao Yi seemed to be invisible.

He closed the box and handed it back to Eunuch Zhao.

Eunuch Zhao saw Xiao Yi's bloody hand clearly with the candlelight and was startled.

Xiao Yi leaned against the head of the bed and said lightly: "What are you afraid of? Seeing redness is a sign of auspiciousness."

For some reason, Eunuch Zhao felt that the emperor seemed to be relaxing at this moment, and even his voice felt a bit soothing.

Eunuch Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and replied softly: "Yes."

Xiao Yi closed his eyes.
Chapter completed!