A LITTLE HISTORY

Sihui sat down wordless for a moment and said, ' I see apart from the fact you are blind your senses are not bad, I tried my best to mask the smell', he chuckled and continued. ' I stopped bleeding while before I came back and you can still smell blood on me?, I need to better up my skills'

' You can sit here, I will go get something to help stop the bleeding' Miyun said and left the room

Sihui suddenly resumed his grim face traces of pain plastering his handsome face. He intentionally did not want to go to his suites because other people would have noticed it was actually not a small wound. He was not in the mood to answer to anybody. He knew Miyun had already guessed it was not just a small wound but asked him no questions.

He was very much expecting this kind of behavior from him, thus came here. The few minutes he spoke made the pain worse at his sides. He could barely stand anymore when Miyun caught on to it.

Awhile later Miyun entered the room, following him was a younger girl who he had made wait at the door.

' I have brought, would you help yourself or you would need help?'

' What do you think?'

' If it is severe, I brought....

' Are you stupid?, If I had wanted others to know apart from you would I be here. Even at my home, I would have gotten the finest physicians to treat me,' In an unusual cold voice he looked to the door and said, ' scram!'

' I do not like people touching me, pin that in your head, besides why can't you do it yourself?'

' You just said you do not like people touching you'

' Yes, I said that. Pass me the bowl'

Miyun passed him a bowl of water and set aside a tray with medications on it.

Sihui lifted his arms to get rid of his shirts but the pain was excruciating. He decided to ignore it and just do it.

As he struggled to unbutton his shirt, a hand grabbed him.

' At least you can let me do this much for you, I will not be touching you. Just your clothes. I can't see very well, so you needn't worry about privacy'

Sihui burst out laughing whilst he clutched his rib.

' Have you ever bed a woman?'

Miyun ignored him. He had resumed his bubbly persona and Miyun honestly wished hitting him would make it go away.

' Would you let me help you now?'

' You are so boring, go ahead.'

Miyun removed his clothes making sure not to touch his skin. For some reason the other's skin felt so cold and he could feel he had gotten paler. He wondered if this was as a result of the wound he had gotten. He had a fever.

' I suggest you talk no more and pay attention to the wound' Miyun said but received no answer.

He slowly brought his hand towards his forehead, he was heating up.

His breathing had slowed down and his cold body was dripping with sweat. He was in two minds as to helping him or waking him up so he does it himself.

Miyun sighed and got to work. He could feel the strong smell of blood now that he fully taken off his clothes. The wound was deep and seemed to not have received any proper care. He cleaned the wound slowly as Sihui kept stirring in his sleep. He stitched up the wound and bandaged it neatly.

Miyun walked to his backyard and washed the stained clothes. He particularly did not like food served at the scint and prepared his own food. He cooked some rice congee for the invalid and noodles for himself.

It was in the evening before Sihui stirred awake. His stomach growled when he smelled the aroma of food. He could not even remember when last he ate. Everything going on had him so worked up.

' Should I help you sit?' Miyun asked

Sihui did not answer slowly sitting up on his own. He plopped his hand on his chin like a child and stared at Miyun.

Miyun had dished out his noodles and was eating when he woke up.

' Are you hungry? would you like to eat here?'

Sihui just nodded and sat on the opposite of him.

Miyun scooped the congee added a wooden spoon and put it infront of him.

His young master just stared at the food, his face scrunching up. Miyun seriously wanted to hit him now.

' Would you please say something?' Miyun asked irritated.

' Okay, I want what you are eating.' Sihui simply said.

' You are recuperating, congee is best.'

' Where did you learn that from?'

Miyun did want to argue and heat up the remaining noodles for him

Sihui was done within a few minutes. The food tasted amazing and he really wanted to ask for more. He could feel how irritated the other was but still pressed on.

' This is really good, can I have some more'

' That is all.'

' Okay' Sihui said and looked down at himself. He gasped.

' What did you do to me?' He asked

' I only helped you.'

' I can tell, your clothes smell like lemons and mint, even your room. Do you have an obsesssion with the smell or something?'

Miyun remained quiet for a few minutes and said, ' My mom liked them. I have them in the backyard'

' Okay, okay' Sihui said nonchalantly.

Miyun dropped his stick and looked towards where the other sat, though he could not see him well. He began, ' You asked me if I believed in the Seventh knights, my answer still stands not entirely. I have always been an overly curious person, thus I have read extensively about them. The last Giwra, Coa Ning, was the softest of the Lords to ever rule, but no one could trample over him. The kings that ruled many centuries ago did not regard marriage and could even kill their own wives and children, but Cao Ning was benevolent. Love makes a man weak. You and I would agree that is true right?'

Sihui listened, not exactly knowing why he was being told all this.

Miyun continued. ' His older brother Jun Ning, showed him respect and love. And always had his back when others were against the way he ruled the dark mountains. Cao Ning and his family line were the Royal Highest Demons, there was basically no difference between them and mortals unlike the some of the grotesque looking demons. It said that on the night of the assassination of his wife and children the three most powerful dark mountain swords got stolen. Coa Ning got hint of his brother's disloyalty, he was greatly enraged and combed the mountains and found one of the Swords. The Purple Ghost Sword. He was not quick enough and was struck down by the Daohu sword, the most powerful sword which disintegrates the soul forever.'

' Thank you. I want to sleep now'

' I am not done. The purple Ghost sword was stolen from the Dark mountains and instances of people being struck down by the sword have been uncovered. Though not as powerful as the others, a good strike is sure to end a person for eternity. Unless the mortal is half ghost or demon.'

Miyun paused and stood facing the window, he asked, ' What are you?'