At this moment, she didn't care if she looked like a fool or a pervert.
She walked up and gently knocked on the door.
The sobbing inside stopped abruptly, and no other sound came out.
Of course, the door didn't open.
Qiao Ci: "..."
She asked the system to check the situation inside.
When she learned that Su Mo mistook her for a monster and was trembling under the covers, Qiao Ci was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Such a stubborn and cute boy, who wasn't afraid of being castrated, was actually afraid of ghosts.
Qiao Ci cleared her throat, trying to sound as gentle as possible.
"It's me."
"I'm Qiao Ci."
Little Spoon felt that Qiao Ci's voice had never been so gentle before. It was like a spring breeze brushing past, possessing the ability to soothe the soul.
There was a moment of silence in the room, followed by the sound of rummaging through cabinets.
Still, no one opened the door.
Little Spoon was curious and went in to take a look, only to discover a scene that made it click its tongue.
Su Mo, in the dark, took out several sets of clothes from the cabinet. He was picking and choosing, and after a long while, he decided on the moon-white robe that looked very refined.
Afterward, he even went to a place with moonlight, took out a small mirror, and looked at himself. He nodded with satisfaction, and only then did he open the door with a hint of reservation.
This dawdling took quite a while, and it was starting to get impatient.
What puzzled it the most was that Qiao Ci, who was usually the most impatient, hadn't left. She was standing obediently at the door, waiting.
"Why are you here?"
"Do you, do you want to come in?"
Su Mo maintained a half-open door posture, leaning forward slightly. The moment he saw Qiao Ci, his eyes were filled with starlight, and his fingertips tightly gripped the door, both nervous and expectant.
"Is it convenient?"
"It's convenient."
It wasn't convenient to talk outside, so Qiao Ci walked in.
Su Mo wanted to light a lamp, but he was afraid of being discovered by people in the mansion. He stood at the door, unsure of what to do.
"Are you, afraid of the dark?" he asked cautiously.
"I'm not," Qiao Ci knew his concerns. "No need to light a lamp, I just came to see how you were."
She had already asked the system, and she knew about Prime Minister Su's family punishment beating of Su Mo during the day.
This boy was unloved by his father and mother and was often beaten. Such a delicate crybaby, who didn't shed a tear even when beaten until his skin was ripped and bleeding, secretly cried into his pillow in the middle of the night. Qiao Ci looked at his slightly red nose and teary eyes, and her heart softened by half.
He wasn't even an adult in modern times, just a growing child.
When others were wronged, they could complain and act spoiled to their parents. But his grievances mostly came from his parents.
"Does it hurt?"
"Huh?" Su Mo was confused.
Qiao Ci then remembered that he had received family punishment, and he probably didn't know. So, she explained, "I smell blood and wound healing medicine on you."
"Yeah, I fell by accident. It's nothing," Su Mo replied obediently, lowering his gaze.
"Really, it doesn't hurt."
Despite saying it didn't hurt, his eyes quickly filled with shimmering tears, about to fall but not quite, which was unbearable for Qiao Ci.
If it didn't hurt, he wouldn't be hiding under the covers and crying secretly.
Qiao Ci didn't know how to comfort him. She mentally asked the system if she could still buy on credit. The system said that the mission was completed and the number of credit purchases could be increased. She still owed 600 points, so Qiao Ci didn't ask for more, and bought a pill that could quickly restore injuries for 200 points.
She got up, poured a glass of water, and handed him the pill.
"Take it with water, and your wound won't hurt after eating it."
Su Mo obediently took it and swallowed the pill with water without any hesitation. Soon, he felt a warmth in his body, and the pain was no longer as noticeable.
He looked at Qiao Ci with soft eyes and said, with a hint of shyness, "It's a bit of a waste to use such good wound medicine on me... Thank you..."
In his previous life as a prince, he had seen many good things and knew that such fast-acting wound medicine was definitely exceptionally precious. And the medicine she gave him when he had a fever, which made him completely recover overnight, was hard to come by anywhere in the world.
She was really good to him.
It was so late, and she had rushed from the palace to see him, and even gave him precious wound medicine.
She was a great person.
What to do, he felt she was even better than his father's standards.
But...
His gaze dimmed.
She would never be his empress, and he shouldn't measure her by that standard.
She wouldn't like him either. Her being good to him now was probably just pity.
After all, women in this era liked heroic and extraordinary men. He was gentle, lacked any masculine spirit, and was even prettier than girls. She definitely wouldn't like him.
In the future, he would become a eunuch and wouldn't be able to bear children for her...
"What's wrong?" Qiao Ci saw someone whose emotions changed so much for the first time. Seeing him happy one moment, lost the next, and then self-deprecating, she couldn't help but ask curiously.
Su Mo suddenly came to his senses, his eyes drifting, and his face flushed.
The person herself was right in front of him, and he had actually spaced out to the point of thinking about having children with her. If his father found out, he would laugh at him for being shameless.
"It's nothing. Are you doing well in the palace?" When he first opened the door, besides seeing the worry in her eyes, he felt that she didn't have much spirit and looked listless. Su Mo thought she was lonely and helpless in the palace, so she came to him to talk and relieve her boredom.
"I'm doing great, just like before," Qiao Ci shrugged. It was just that her nighttime entertainment might be reduced by one item recently, but she wouldn't share such inappropriate matters with him.
"I was just bored and came to see how you were. I've seen you now, and it's very late, so I won't disturb your rest." Thinking that he was still growing, Qiao Ci didn't dare to take up too much of his rest time. After giving him a few instructions, she left.
"Host, you're really caring towards this little pitiful one~" Little Spoon said with a tinge of sourness in its heart.
"Can't help it, he's my own child."
"Besides, you said he's a little pitiful, so I have to take better care of him."
If nothing unexpected happened, in seven months, if he was willing, he would become their own cub.
Being nice to him, what's wrong with that?
Nothing is wrong.
"Then I'm also your own system, Host. You should pamper me too," Little Spoon mimicked Su Mo's tone, thinking it was cute.
"Do you have a fever?"
"No, systems don't get fevers."
"Then are you injured?"
"No, systems don't get injured either."
"Or are you unloved by your father and mother?"
Little Spoon: "..."
Understood, it meant unloved.
Humph, the host is biased!
Biased, rotten butt!
Of course, it only dared to say that in its heart. If the host knew it was slandering her like this, it would definitely go on strike!
After Qiao Ci returned to the palace, she didn't idle. Instead, she selected the most troublesome among the palace guards who had already surrendered to her martial prowess, intending to train him and send him to Su Mo.
That boy was extremely timid, yet he lived alone in that remote and dark courtyard.
Even a knock on the door made him tremble. Sigh, it wouldn't do if no one looked after him.
Furthermore, his parents didn't love him and his elder brother didn't dote on him. To prevent today's incident from happening again, it was better to find someone to protect him.
Even if he changed his mind later and liked other girls, with his personality, he would still be easily manipulated. Having someone by his side to offer advice and escort him would always be good.
Seeing Qiao Ci dedicating time every day to meticulously train the selected guard, Little Spoon had become a sour lemon spirit!
She never expected that the fierce, violent, and indifferent host would be so considerate and caring. It was truly like a small knife cutting the buttocks—she had opened her eyes!!