My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

The Marquis was stunned.

One hundred thousand mountains...

He really did escape in.

His memories before he lost consciousness gradually surfaced—the pursuers, the arrows, the fallen horse, and himself desperately rushing into the fog…

He looked up at Aro, his gaze complex.

"Thank you so much for saving my life, young lady."

Aro waved her hand:

"Alright, alright, stop with the formalities. Lie down, I'll change your dressing."

As she spoke, she reached out to unbutton his shirt.

The Marquis instinctively shrank back.

Aro glanced at him:

"Covering up again? Do you think you're some kind of hot commodity?"

Lord Marquis: "..."

He felt that he was going to lose all face tonight.

......

The dressing change went more smoothly than expected.

The Marquis lay there motionless, his eyes fixed on the roof beam, pretending to be a wooden figure.

A-Luo's technique was very gentle and meticulous; it was clear she did this kind of thing often.

She kept muttering to herself as she changed her dressing:

"Your wound is quite serious; that arrow would have pierced your heart and lungs if it had been a fraction off course. Who wanted to kill you?"

The Marquis remained silent for a moment:

"Enemies."

A Luo nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

After changing the dressing, A'Luo began packing her things. Watching her busy figure, the Marquis suddenly asked:

"What is your name, young lady?"

Aro glanced back at him:

"A-Luo. And you?"

"Zhou Yan".

Aro blinked:

"Zhou Yan... this name doesn't sound like it comes from an ordinary family."

Zhou Yan paused for a moment, then offered no explanation.

A'Luo didn't press further, packed her things, and stood up:

"Alright, you can lie down now. I'll go make you some porridge."

She carried the basin outside.

Zhou Yan watched her retreating figure and suddenly called out to her:

"Miss A-Luo."

A Luo turned around.

Zhou Yan looked at her intently:

Thank you.

A Luo paused for a moment, then smiled:

"You're too kind, Xiao Zhou."

Zhou Yan: ? ? ? Where is it small?

......

In the kitchen, a small figure was squatting on the floor next to the stove.

The chubby baby was holding a piece of malt candy and munching on it with great relish.

As soon as A Luo entered the door, she saw him and couldn't help but smile:

"Stealing food again?"

The chubby baby raised his head, his mouth stuffed full, and mumbled indistinctly:

"I...I didn't steal any food...I ate it openly and honestly..."

Aro walked over and reached out to pat his head:

"Alright, eat up. Don't choke."

The chubby baby squinted, looking completely content.

A Luo started a fire to cook porridge.

After finishing his candy, the chubby baby squatted down next to her, looking at her expectantly.

Aro glanced at him:

"What's wrong?"

The chubby baby pouted:

"You didn't play with me at all today..."

A Luo paused for a moment, then smiled:

"I'm busy, aren't I? I have to take care of that injured person."

The chubby baby pouted even more:

"He's that jerk! You used to play with me every day, but now you ignore me completely!"

A-Luo was both amused and exasperated.

"We can't just ignore someone who's injured, can we?"

The chubby baby snorted and didn't say anything.

Aro patted his head:

"Okay, okay, I'll play with you again in a few days when he's better. Is that alright?"

The chubby baby was still pouting, but then his eyes lit up and he suddenly had an idea.

He stood up, patted his bottom, and said:

"Alright then, I'll be going now."

After saying that, he skipped and hopped out of the kitchen.

A'Luo watched his retreating figure, shook her head, and continued cooking the porridge.

What she didn't see was that after the chubby baby ran out of the kitchen, he quietly circled back.

When she's no longer around.

He leaned against the door, peeking out half his head, his eyes darting around as he watched the pot of porridge bubbling and steaming on the stove.

"You bastard...you stole my Aro..."

He muttered to himself, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

He slipped into the kitchen, tiptoed to the stove, turned his back to the pot of porridge, and stuck out his rear end—

"Duang!"

"Duang!"

Two sounds.

Then, clutching his backside, he dashed out and disappeared into the night.

......

A Luo carried the porridge back into the house.

Zhou Yan was still lying there, staring blankly at the rafters. When she came in, he sat up and took the bowl from her.

The porridge smelled delicious and was steaming hot.

Zhou Yan took a sip.

He paused for a moment, then took another sip.

He looked up at Aro, his expression somewhat strange:

"Why does your porridge... taste like radish?"

Aro blinked:

"Radish? I didn't add radish."

Zhou Yan took another sip and savored it carefully:

"It really does taste like radish...and it's quite strong."

Aro looked confused:

"Is there something wrong with your sense of taste? After all, you've suffered such a serious injury."

Zhou Yan thought about it and agreed. He stopped thinking about it, finished the porridge in a few gulps, and returned the bowl to A Luo.

A'Luo took the bowl and instructed:

"You get some rest. Call me if you need anything."

Zhou Yan nodded.

A'Luo took the bowl and went out.

The room fell silent.

Zhou Yan lay down and closed his eyes.

Then he found that he couldn't sleep at all.

I don't know why, but I felt incredibly energetic, like I was on steroids.

His eyes were wide open, and his mind was racing with all sorts of random thoughts.

He rolled over.

He turned over again.

Then she rolled over again.

After struggling until late into the night, he finally gave up, sat up against the headboard, and stared blankly at the dark sky outside the window.

Its daybreak.

A Luo pushed open the door and came in, carrying a bowl of fresh porridge.

She was startled to see Zhou Yan leaning against the headboard, his eyes as red as a rabbit's.

"What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well?"

Zhou Yan looked at her with a complicated expression.

He remained silent for a long while before finally speaking, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness, a hint of resentment, and a hint of inexplicable grievance:

"Miss A'Luo, I have a question for you."

Aro blinked:

"What is it?"

Zhou Yan took a deep breath:

"Did you put something in that bowl of porridge you had last night?"

Aro was stunned:

"What is it?"

Zhou Yan looked at her innocent face and gritted his teeth:

"aphrodisiac."

Aro almost dropped the bowl in her hand.

She stared at Zhou Yan, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"What...what did you say?"

Zhou Yan pointed to his eyes:

"Look at my eyes, they've been red all night. I'm so energetic, like I've been injected with chicken blood, I can't sleep at all. What else could it be but an aphrodisiac?"

A Luo opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time.

She suddenly remembered the chubby boy's unusual behavior last night, the things he said while pouting, and the way his eyes kept darting around as he left...

Also, there was a strange radish flavor in the porridge.

She covered her face, her shoulders shaking.

Zhou Yan stared at her, stunned for a moment:

"What...what are you laughing at?"

A Luo looked up, her face beaming with barely suppressed laughter:

"It's nothing, I probably overdid it!"

"Did you overdo it?"

Now it was Zhou Yan's turn to be completely baffled.

But Aro clearly had no intention of explaining.