Yang Guo: I'm invincible in the opening battle against Aunt Guo!

Only two people remained in the room.

Cheng Ying became even more nervous. Her hand was still in Yang Guo's palm, and she didn't know whether to pull it out or not.

Yang Guo looked at her flushed profile and chuckled, "Uncle-Master, Wushuang is gone. You can rest assured now."

"I... what do I have to worry about..." Cheng Ying said stubbornly, but her voice was pitifully soft.

Yang Guo did not answer, but simply held her hand and gently stroked the back of it.

The movement was extremely light and gentle, yet it made Cheng Ying's heart beat even faster.

After a long silence, she finally mustered her courage and looked up at Yang Guo: "You...you're really alright?"

"Really." Yang Guo nodded. "Master personally used his internal energy to expel the poison, and he's fine now. He just needs to rest for a few days."

Cheng Ying breathed a sigh of relief, the worry in her eyes lessening slightly, but she was still somewhat uneasy:

"Then...then take good care of your injuries. Wushuang and I...will come to see you another day."

She tried to pull her hand away.

Yang Guo, however, did not release him.

"Uncle-Master," he said earnestly, looking into her eyes, "thank you for coming to see me."

Cheng Ying was taken aback, then blushed and softly hummed in agreement.

Yang Guo then released his grip.

Cheng Ying stood up and walked quickly towards the door.

As she reached the door, she suddenly stopped, turned her back to him, and whispered, "You...you should take good care of yourself."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went out.

Yang Guo leaned against the headboard, gazing in the direction she had left, a smile playing on his lips.

Outside the door, Lu Wushuang was standing on the veranda holding a water cup. Seeing Cheng Ying come out, he winked and said:

"Cousin, why did you come out so quickly?"

Cheng Ying blushed again and scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Lu Wushuang chuckled, took the water glass to Yang Guo's room, then came out and took her arm, whispering in her ear, "Cousin, aren't Brother Yang's hands very warm?"

Cheng Ying was so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground. She shook off her hand and quickly left.

After Lu Wushuang went back to greet Yang Guo, she smiled and chased after him. The two figures quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Fifteen minutes later.

The door was pushed open again.

This time, Yelü Yan and Wanyan Ping came together.

Yelü Yan walked ahead, dressed in a smart outfit, exuding a heroic spirit.

Her face was filled with anxiety and self-reproach. As soon as she entered the room, she rushed to the bedside, her voice full of regret: "Brother Yang! How are you? Are you badly hurt?"

Wanyan Ping followed behind her, carrying a celadon bowl filled with steaming porridge.

Her gentle face was full of worry, her eyes were slightly red, but she held back her tears.

Yang Guo looked at them and smiled, "It's nothing, I'll be fine in a few days. Why are you all here?"

"How could I not come?" Yelü Yan sat down by the bed, holding his hand, her voice choked with sobs.

"Brother Yang, if you get hurt while saving Fu'er, I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life."

Yang Guo was taken aback: "Why do you say that?"

Yelü Yan lowered her head, her voice muffled: "Back then... back then Fu'er ran away, I should have chased after her. But I... but I stood there, staring at that uninvited guest..."

She paused, then looked up, her eyes filled with self-reproach: "That girl in white... Little Dragon Girl. I don't know why, I just kept staring at her, wondering who she was and what her relationship was with Brother Yang. And then... and then Fu'er ran away and was captured by the Mongols. Brother Yang, you almost lost your life trying to save her."

Yang Guo was moved and grasped her hand in return, saying softly, "Yan'er, this isn't your fault. Fu'er running away was her own choice, being captured was the Mongols' fault, and my injury was my own choice to go. What does it have to do with you?"

"But……"

"No buts," Yang Guo interrupted her, saying earnestly, "I'm just happy that you came to see me."

Yelü Yan looked at him, her eyes gradually reddening.

Yang Guo raised his hand, then leaned over and gently placed a kiss on her forehead.

Yelü Yan was stunned, and then her face turned bright red, all the way down to the roots of her neck.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't say anything. She just stared blankly at Yang Guo.

Wanyan Ping watched from the side, a gentle smile appearing on her lips.

She stepped forward, placed the bowl of porridge on the small table by the bedside, and said softly, "Brother Yang, this is porridge I cooked myself. Please have some."

Yang Guo looked at her and saw that her eyes were slightly red, clearly she had been holding back tears for a long time.

"Is Ping'er worried too?"

Wanyan Ping nodded, her voice soft: "I was so worried I didn't sleep all night. Brother Yang, you're all alone in the enemy camp, facing so many experts. We... we can't do anything but wait on the city wall."

As she spoke, her eyes reddened again.

Yang Guo's heart softened, and he reached out and took her hand: "Come here, let me see you."

Wanyan Ping sat down on the edge of the bed as instructed.

Yang Guo looked at her gentle face and said softly, "I'm sorry to have worried you."

Wanyan Ping shook her head and said softly, "It's good that Brother Yang is alright."

Yang Guo also gently kissed her forehead.

Wanyan Ping trembled slightly and her face flushed, but she was more composed than Yelü Yan.

She picked up the bowl of porridge, stirred it gently with a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and held it to Yang Guo's lips: "Brother Yang, have some porridge."

Yang Guo opened his mouth and drank it.

The porridge was cooked until soft and sticky, at the perfect temperature, with a faint aroma of herbs and rice.

"It's delicious," he said with a smile.

A smile appeared in Wanyan Ping's eyes as she scooped up another spoonful and continued feeding him.

Yelü Yan watched from the side, her blush still lingering, but her eyes filled with a smile.

She stood up and said, "Brother Yang, please take good care of yourself. I won't disturb your rest any longer... I'll head back now."

"Leaving so soon?" Yang Guo asked.

Yelü Yan glared at him and said reproachfully, "Aren't you going to stay here and watch me eat porridge?"

Yang Guo chuckled and nodded: "Okay, be careful on the road."

Yelü Yan hummed in agreement and turned to leave.

As she reached the door, she suddenly turned around, smiled at Yang Guo, and her smile was shy and charming.

Yang Guo smiled too.

Only Wanyan Ping remained in the room.

She fed Yang Guo the porridge spoonful by spoonful, her movements gentle and her eyes focused.

After finishing the bowl of porridge, she took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Yang, get some rest." She stood up. "I'll come again tomorrow."

Yang Guo nodded: "Okay."

Wanyan Ping picked up the empty bowl and walked towards the door.

As she reached the door, she suddenly stopped, turned back to look at Yang Guo, and whispered, "Brother Yang, thank you... for coming back alive."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went out.

Yang Guo leaned against the headboard, gazing at the flickering candlelight, a smile playing on his lips.

These women all treated him sincerely.

He cannot let any of them down.