Keep your voice down. Are you trying to look glamorous dressed as a forced lover?

Ji Mingzheng could fool Wen Sheng with his letter, but in person, his expression betrayed him completely.

He wanted to say to Wen Sheng, "How come you're just like His Highness in private?" and immediately asked if there were any aftereffects, but he didn't say it.

He just smiled and said, "Of course there are, but it's not a big problem."

"Really not big?"

"It's not a big deal. It's just that I was seriously injured before, so I have to be extra careful. It still hurts a bit on rainy days."

Not only should he be extra careful, but if he were to actually go to the battlefield again, his leg would be his biggest weakness. What might be a minor injury to others could become a serious one to him.

Others may recover from serious injuries, but he may completely revert to his previous state, or even worse.

Even if they are lucky enough to escape the harm from the outside world, they may not be able to keep up after ten or eight years.

If he's lucky and takes good care of himself, he might last another 10 or 20 years, but that's a miracle. In the end, he'll still have to rely on a wheelchair to get around, especially in his later years.

He could clearly feel that whether it was marching or anything else, it would hurt after a long time, and it was almost impossible to return to his peak performance.

Before treating him, I actually told him that in his condition, choosing to treat him wouldn't be much better than not treating him at all.

If he doesn't get treatment, he won't have to suffer like that. But if he does get treatment, the treatment process is really harmful, and if problems arise again, his lifespan will also be affected.

In old age, it will be more painful than not being cured.

But Ji Mingzheng still chose to seek treatment.

He wanted to stand up; he didn't want to be a useless person.

He would accept whatever the consequences might be.

He preferred to shine brightly than to merely survive, even if that glory would not last long.

He wanted to be a normal person, a useful person, and stand confidently by her side.

As for what happens in the future, we'll talk about that later.

Maybe he's the lucky one.

Let them not worry about these things too much.

Because Ji Mingzheng said things that would happen under normal circumstances, Li Qingyan believed him, and Wen Sheng believed him too.

"Then you should stay away from the battlefield from now on. Don't rush forward if you encounter danger. If you feel pain on rainy days... just keep warm and see a doctor more often."

"I understand. I've come back with Your Highness. Unless I'm required to go to the battlefield in the future, I'll stay in the palace most of the time."

Compared to being trapped in the palace before, Ji Mingzheng now has a choice, because Li Qingyan has given him a choice.

But he still came back, and this time he did it willingly.

Over the past year, he has seen a lot. He knows that his leg has recovered, but whenever he goes out, regardless of whether it is Yin Gong Zhan Mang who knows the truth, or other people, they will pay special attention to him.

Even with Tang Fei, whom he had sparred with many times over the past year, Tang Fei, compared to the others, didn't have that cautious spirit, but he would still deliberately avoid his knees when making moves.

All of this made him realize that the once invincible General Ji, even if he were to rise again, would never return.

He was destined to receive special treatment if he stayed on the battlefield, and might even become a burden at crucial moments.

Since that's the case, let's not make things difficult for them.

Anyway, he can't let go of His Highness.

In short, he can also leverage his strengths within the palace, and if he is truly needed to step forward, he can.

General Ji rested his hands behind his head and glanced at Wen Sheng.

"Anyway, I'll make the most of my position in the palace."

Between rulers and their ministers, especially generals guarding a region, the greatest fear is suspicion.

By becoming the future monarch's bedmate, Ji Mingzheng could avoid interference as much as possible, and keep an eye on anyone who might try to sabotage the operation or embezzle military funds and supplies.

Ji Mingzheng never believed that only those who charged into battle were meaningful; the rear was equally important, especially supplies such as provisions.

He simply had the soldiers who charged at the front retreat to the rear.

He's full of energy now, and his goal remains unchanged—to be the first to serve Li Qingyan.

Wen Sheng also went out, but then came back, seemingly just like him.

Let them continue to accompany and support each other in the palace, and continue to compete fairly.

"By the way, Wen Sheng, do you know about the blue violet that Gu Li sent?"

"We just met."

Wen Sheng paused, feeling inexplicably that Lan Jin looked somewhat familiar.

"It seems he's destined to stay." Ji Mingzheng turned to Song Qinian: "Do you think Song Qinian will return to the palace?"

"I don't know," Wen Sheng simply shook her head.

"You've heard of Xie Shu, haven't you? This time, Military Advisor Xie returned with His Highness. I imagine His Highness will give him an important position in the future."

"I've heard about it," Wen Sheng nodded.

The two were very restrained in their conversation on this topic, only touching on it briefly.

It wasn't until the topic of the Western Regions came up that they finally opened up completely.

The two talked late into the night, unaware that after Wen Sheng left, Li Qingyan finished washing up and said he was going to rest, but because he kept thinking about Sang Nuoye and Lan Jinna, he couldn't fall asleep and finally couldn't resist going to Fengyun Pavilion.

Li Qingyan was unaware that Lan Jin had gone to Fengyun Pavilion before her.

The reason was that after Lan Jin arrived at Shihe Palace, although Shihe Palace was very well decorated, with the interior furnishings in the style of the Li Kingdom's palace, there were also Gu Li's incense and medicine, ebony ornaments, and several Gu Li transplanted flowers and trees planted in the courtyard, which showed that the decoration was carefully done.

But Lan Jinna still felt uncomfortable; the feeling of being in a foreign land lingered with her, and she couldn't get used to it no matter how she looked at it.

He couldn't help but think of that senior, Sannoye Sansang.

"I don't know how he got used to it..."

Although I already knew that his cause of death was poisoning, judging from Li Qingyan's attitude, I always felt that there was something hidden.

Lan Jinna sat up abruptly: "Since I can't sleep anyway, let's go take a look."

Unable to sleep, he secretly sneaked into Fengyun Pavilion under the cover of night, hoping to find some clues and uncover the truth behind Sannoye's death.

Even before entering Feng Yunxie, he already knew that Feng Yunxie had a lot of Gu worms, all raised by that Consort Sang.

One could sense that the concubine's skill in raising Gu was no less than his.

Those venomous insects are extremely dangerous.

But perhaps because he originally came from Gu Li, and because he had completed the handover with Li Qingyan, they did not attack him, allowing him to enter smoothly.

He couldn't help but exhale as soon as he jumped into Fengyun Pavilion.

He felt more comfortable here than at Shihe Hall, where there was plenty of greenery.

When he entered the house, although there were no lights on and he only looked around with a tinderbox, he felt that this place suited his taste better and was arranged to his liking.

Even though it was his first time here, he seemed very familiar with the place, looking around everywhere without making a mess.

I felt strangely familiar with this place, and the rocking chair was very comfortable.

He was supposed to be conducting an investigation, but after arriving and looking around for a short while, he saw the rocking chair and before he could even react, he had already lay down.

After lying down, he wondered why he was lying like that, yet he was reluctant to get up.

After lying down for a while, he, who hadn't felt sleepy at all before, fell asleep right there in the rocking chair.

And he slept very soundly, as if he had been wandering for a long time and had finally returned home, falling directly into a deep sleep.

Not long after he fell asleep, Li Qingyan arrived.