Villain Saving System (BL)

Despite having no idea why His Highness the Crown Prince suddenly asked a question like this upon waking up, Dr. Feng still contemplated seriously. He thought that the description of the pills sounded a tad familiar. However, he was not proficient in the medical field and was unable to give a firm answer for fear that he would get it wrong. In the end, he summoned Dr. Xiao, the former royal doctor, into the medical room and asked for her opinion.

Only then did Zeke receive an answer to his doubt.

Half of Dr. Xiao’s face was covered in a surgical mask, yet the deep furrow in her brows was already enough to indicate how puzzled and troubled she was. "That medicine... I know a bit. It is a sleeping pill, but it can also be considered a knockout drug. The effect is quite strong and thus, only a few specialists are allowed to prescribe it. Generally, it is only used for people with severe insomnia. Even then because of the high dosage, it is not recommended to consume it in the long run because it will cause some unpleasant side effects. Why are you asking about this, Your Highness?"

Zeke was stunned. He recalled the large bottle that was half filled with pills and for some inexplicable reason, felt cold shivers running down his spine. "Then... what if someone takes five to six pills at once?"

Dr. Xiao was aghast. "Five or six pills at once?! Who is it?! Are they crazy?!"

Zeke took a deep breath. Alright, now he could basically confirm that what the stupid assassin did was tantamount to suicide. But he could not explain why he suddenly felt very uncomfortable, nor why his throat felt blocked as if he had choked on something.

With Dr. Xiao’s explanation, everything suddenly became crystal clear. The assassin’s uncannily pale complexion, his withdrawn demeanor, his dull and hollow eyes... he must have suffered from severe insomnia for a prolonged period of time. Once again, Zeke recalled the way he wept silently on the cold ground as though he was bearing all the suffering in the world within those beautiful eyes of his.

Exactly how deep of a damage his Imperial Father had done to this man? What kind of life had he been living up to now? He... how heavy was the burden he had been carrying on his shoulders?

Thanks to his illness, every emotion Zeke felt had been fleeting. He had been angry when the Crown Prince secretly sent an assassin to kill him – in fact, rather than hatred, he was more annoyed that his brother had repeatedly caused trouble for him. But once he retaliated, he was able to quickly put everything behind him and would not mind it anymore. Even when he found out that the massacre in the Imperial Palace had been reality instead of mere simulation, he could quickly recover from it after a little shock.