Blood Emperor's Lazy Doctor [Hiatus]

"Mistress Mozen wake up!" Little Soul called out in distress.

"Mistress Mozen you can't do this to yourself!" Tears were present in his eyes as the words spilled from his little lips.

The little child's complexion was pale, his eyes were misty, and his chubby cute hands were clenched tightly. It was easy to see how distressed he was, his poor fingers had turned white.

Laying on a worn out bed, a child straddled a girl whom was wrapped so tightly, she appeared to be a caged caterpillar, refusing to leave the comfort of its sack.

Shaking her shoulders repeatedly, "Mistress Mozen, wake up!"

Little Soul helplessly bit his lip as bead sized tears rolled down his squeezable cheeks. The sight was adorably pitiful. Just a single glance would make any soul waver, ready to fulfill any request, just to see the little fellow smile.

Resolved, Little Soul raise his two chubby arms. His sleeves fell down, revealing the twigs beneath. The baby fat that clung to those small twigs made one want to pinch and probe, wondering if the child was born from a jelly bun because of how soft an squishy they were.

He brought those chubby arms down, his meaty nubs took hold of the girl's cheeks, and pulled ruthlessly!

"Mistress Mozen do you plan to starve! Two days without food. Little Soul's mind can't b.a.r.e the stress. Mistress Mozen so mean! Wanting Little Soul to have a head of grey. This is child abuse!"

The girl grumbled and mumbled, yet still didn't budge from the sheets, as if the pressure on her cheeks was like the wind. There yet easily forgotten.

Ah, Little Soul was so resigned. Why did his mistress have to be so lazy? You leave her alone, she forgets to eat!

He gritted his child sized teeth, inwardly cursing. Damn tofu eater, why'd he have to vanish? Least with him here she'd enter doctor mode, than have no choice but to eat.

Fine!

He actually didn't want that dumb bum here. He hated all those men that tried to take his mistress away. Each one of them worse than the other.

Bringing down his nubby palms in a rain of smacks. He was determined to wake his mistress, even if he turned her into a pig!

Discomforted by the itchiness on her cheeks, Hong Luo moved over, taking Little Soul with her. The little child rolled until his back touched the wall.

Little Soul was aghast with resignation, but he still refused to give up! He enter the special cookie space, only coming out a few minutes later.

In his nubby grip was a vile of liquid, sealed by a cork. Decorating the stopper, a lotus bud wrapped around a sparkly jade mini circlet.

With a mischievous smile, Little Soul brought the vile to his mistress' nose, removing the cork, ready to watch a show.

As expected, soon as the stopper was removed, and Hong Luo took her first sniff, her eyes flew open, and she screamed.

. . .

"Ow ow ow! Mistress Mozen mercy!"

"You wish for mercy yet use such wicked schemes? Who taught you this? Where did you learn such venomous tendencies. Let this lady know and this lady will let them be the ones begging for mercy!"

On the bed fully awake, Hong Luo had the cute child's cheek captured in her hands. She squeezed and pulled, turning his white skin red. The little fellow looked more bullied than when there were tears falling. And the bully was still relentlessly pulling.

"Wu wu wu, mistress Little Soul learned from you!" Little Soul wined pitifully as he replies.

She released the little fellows cheeks and glared at him from high above. "Nonsense, when have I done such a thing."

Rubbing his sore chubby cheeks, with a face full of grievance. "Mistress don't lie to Little Soul, you did it to Rong'r."

Hong Luo was speechless "..."

That was right, she did, didn't she. A smile curves on her lips as she recalls, that ugly face upon the first sniff, and her running off with pants on fire. She snickers in amus.e.m.e.nt.

Rong'r hadn't talked to her for a full month after that, refusing to come near any vile within her potion collection.

Who can blame her? The poor disciple was used as a test subject for one of many of her master's strange concoctions.

But that wasn't the main problem, she had grown custom to her masters antic's. The real reason was because that vile was filled with the most disgustingly foul smelling liquid known. She hadn't a clue how her master made it, but that smell latched to her nose, and stuck with her for days. A traumatizing experience indeed.

Little Soul was glaring at Hong Luo, making her feel quite guilty. Scratching her head, she relents.

Taking the small fellow into her arms, stroking his head. "I'm sorry, your mistress was muddle headed due to sleep. Forgive me okay?"

Pouting, Little Soul ignores his mistress. He humphs twice, returning to his space.

Soon after a bunch of fruit landed in her l.a.p.

Little Soul speaks in a commanding tone, [Eat, then maybe this mighty one will forgive.]

Obviously the little fellow was pouting, he had done a good deed and yet all he got was pain in response. He wasn't happy at all. But in that mind of his he knew this was his fault for playing a prank. He just wanted to be childish, spoiled, and be coddled by his mistress. What's to be done. It was her fault for causing habits to form. So he felt fully justified.

Hong Luo shook her head, but she didn't deny the little one, eating up all he gave. This greatly pleased Little Soul, the bitterness had left almost instantly.

. . .

Behind Forbearing Bygone, Hong Luo just finished warming the water for her bath. It was her fifth day without one, so she felt quite dirty. This was a necessity and couldn't be ignored. Ah, she was quite sadden, there was no rain to take advantage of. Her cost efficient method was gone and now she had to work for it.

Releasing the hold of her clothes, the coarse rag robe fell smoothly from her frame, revealing what lay beneath. Her skin although a beautiful white, was covered in old scars that took away from its splendor. The sight was ghastly, not at all good to look at. Some scars were deep enough to leave ridges, while others were a faint white. Many were in different stages of healing, as well were the ones she received a few days ago.

A pair of foot steps halted at this sight. With her back turned, Hong Luo didn't notice there was a person who had entered. She was already sliding into the water. It wasn't as warm as she'd like, but at least it wasn't cold, so she was quite satisfied. Picky was one thing she was not. This word had no place in her world of words.

The man's eyes narrowed, his fist tighten. He was unaware to how his finger nails had begun to bite his palm. He was no stranger to this sight. Scars were a common occurrence amongst those who fought. Yet he couldn't help but find hers hard on the eyes. Maybe the reason was he had already considered this little girl one of his. And as one of his, then how could he let such hardship grace her skin.

Pivoting, he walked off from wince he came. There was now a deep biting cold in his eyes. A deep killing intent had began freezing over. It was so intense, his steps left sleet in their wake.

After a good soak, Hong Luo left the already chilled water feeling refreshed.

Wrapped in a coarse towel, sighing at her only piece of clothing.

A few weeks back, if she remembered correctly, what little clothing she had, was ripped to pieces by her third cousin. Who knows what his deal was. He just randomly marched into her courtyard, ordered the servants to bring out all her clothes. Then he took out his sword and cut them to pieces, laughing maniacally.

Stuck kneeling, being suppressed by his guards, she had no way of interfering.

The only surviving outfit, was the one she was wearing. With no time at all, it turned into a mess with continued beatings. Becoming the rags they are now.

"Little Soul, have you found my collection of clothes yet?"

A small ball of light, flows out of the nail sized bead of her forehead. An adorable child, no older then six, floats in front of Hong Luo. This child is none other then Little Soul.

Holding a white gown in his little lotus root arms, Little Soul replies in a sweet voice. "Besides one of your medical gowns, I couldn't find any others. Ever since the explosion, the space has been in a complete mess. It didn't settle down until you came back mistress. Little Soul is doing his best to make it right again."

Something is better then nothing. Lifting the gown from Little Soul's hands, she's startled. "This... Little Soul did you... the size has changed!"

With his hands on his h.i.p.s, huffing once in pride. Clearly he's proud of what he's done! Praise this mighty one, no one is better than this might one! He was after all the one that cared for his mistress the most.

With a huge grin on her face, Hong Luo pulls the sweet little boy into an embrace.

Rubbing the top of his head, she kisses between his brows. "Good job! Once my cultivation is back, I'll give you a big reward!" Ah, her Little Soul is so sweet, even after earlier's anger, he still does so much for her.

Little Soul giggles and turns pink. In his joy he rolls his face in her bosom, then vanishes back into the nail sized bead, leaving behind one sentence, full of happiness. "Mistress you're the best!"

Of course he's happy. See that tofu eater! My mistress loves me the most'est! He has yet to forget that head rub that was stolen, feeling had won one over new enemy.

Chuckling, Hong Luo rushes to her room, leaving the poor rags on the ground, lost and forgotten.

. . .

Walking through the gates of Forbearing Bygone, Nuyun returns just in time to see Hong Luo come out in her white gown. With the sun hitting her just right, her form blurry, as if a descendant of a celestial child. Once she grows older, with her body back to health, men and woman alike won't want to leave her alone.

His eyes turn gentle, as his body relishes the feeling. It felt as if she brought all the warmth of the world with her, making this cold and ancient man smile.

He silently watches on. Her slender fingers sliding through her silky hair. With a few seconds it's tied up in a simple bun. She missed some locks of hair, laying harmoniously against her cheeks in a curled up fashion.

His rabbit seems to have taken notice of him. A smile breaks out on that pale face, warming his heart.

Hong Luo rushes to Nuyun, stopping a foot away to twirl. "Do I look presentable?"

His cold eyes thaw as he nods his head. A slight curve on his lips. "It suits you."

He felt anything would suit her, let alone a simple white robe.

Hong Luo's eyes light up. "Good!" With a vote of approval, she gains confidence, those shops won't be be kicking her out now! She was very happy at this fact, as she bypassed Nuyun.

"I'm going into town!"

Without waiting for a response, she walks out through the gates with Nuyun in tow.

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Author's note: In case of theft. This is an original -English- novel done by yours truly [MyKataren]. This author will state here and now, oh ye thief of old, thanks for the free advertis.e.m.e.nt!

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