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

Song Qinian's face was grim, especially when he heard the words "warm up".

What kind of behavior is this! What kind of behavior is this!

After the imperial physician left, he turned and walked away.

"Young Master?" Xingzhi looked at him with concern.

"It's nothing," Song Qinian waved his hand.

It's good that Ji Mingzheng is here; he can't do much to warm things up.

If you're sick and have a low-grade fever, you should see a royal physician and take medicine. What's the point of warming up? He had never heard of that before; it sounded like Li Qingyan was deliberately making excuses.

She might not even hire just one person; does she expect two people to compete to warm her up?

Song Qinian chuckled self-deprecatingly. In any case, he couldn't possibly join, much less compete with Ji Mingzheng for any opportunity because of her little tricks.

Never in this lifetime.

To his surprise, Ji Mingzheng seemed to treat her differently now, and even after hearing the ridiculous words of comfort, he didn't leave.

Perhaps they shared a bed for two nights and developed feelings for each other, unlike him.

Song Qinian left, leaving Ji Mingzheng to hesitate for a moment. He then took off his outer garment, leaving only his inner clothes, and lay down next to her.

As she lay down, wondering how to warm her up, Li Qingyan, sensing the warmth, automatically leaned closer.

She hugged him tightly, using both her hands and feet.

His body temperature, which matched her height, made her like him even more, and she finally stopped shivering from the cold.

"call……"

Ji Mingzheng exhaled silently. She stopped trembling, but he was thinking.

He meant well, but ended up ruining himself.

He never passed through this area.

Just as Ji Mingzheng was losing control of his wandering thoughts, his waist was suddenly grabbed.

"hiss……"

Ji Mingzheng was stunned. He had kindly tried to warm her up, but she had viciously pinched him.

"Let go, Li Qingyan, are you doing this on purpose?"

He grabbed Li Qingyan's hands: "Are you sober?"

Her response was a powerful kick from Li Qingyan.

"snake!"

She shouted indistinctly, and then Ji Mingzheng was treated like a snake and beaten and kicked.

The more Ji Mingzheng tried to control her, the more Li Qingyan in her dream believed that a snake was coiling around her.

"I'll beat you to death! I'll beat you to death!"

Seeing her trembling and frightened appearance after being hit and kicked, Ji Mingzheng could only helplessly coax her, "Don't be afraid."

The reassurance seemed to work, and Li Qingyan finally stopped being afraid.

The locust tree at the entrance, pressed against the door of the sleeping quarters, listened to the sounds inside.

Hearing this, Huai Xu breathed a sigh of relief.

She had initially considered not notifying General Ji, given his health condition, and hesitated before finally notifying him. However, she was surprised to find that he was the first and only one to arrive.

Wen Shijun's generosity was astonishing, but he himself did not come.

Song Cejun didn't even show up.

Only General Ji truly cares about His Highness.

Li Qingyan had a low-grade fever and had been chased by a snake all night. When she woke up the next day, she felt weak all over.

Is she sick?

Thinking this, she opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a familiar chest.

Her face was pressed against those muscles that were neither too soft nor too firm, with just the right amount of muscle lines that were neither exaggerated nor exaggerated, and slowly extended downwards until it disappeared into the brocade quilt.

I saw a beautiful view early this morning.

Li Qingyan froze. Could it be that she wasn't dreaming last night, but that it was real?

Looking up further, she saw Ji Mingzheng's face, which looked as if it had been drained dry; even with his eyes closed, his exhaustion was still evident.

He seemed exhausted.

Her hands pressed down and held Ji Mingzheng's hands tightly, a very domineering posture.

Wait a minute, this description, this scene, seems so familiar.

Isn't this the scene she woke up in yesterday? Is she trapped in a loop?

The next second, Ji Mingzheng opened his eyes: "You're awake."

His voice was a little hoarse and tinged with fatigue.

Good, this scene didn't happen yesterday, Ji Mingzheng spoke up, so it's not a loop.

But why is she sleeping on Ji Mingzheng again? Didn't she sleep with Huai Xu in her arms last night?

It must be a dream!

Looking at Li Qingyan's expressive face, and seeing her close her eyes peacefully again as if trying to escape, Ji Mingzheng couldn't help but laugh.

It's both infuriating and funny.

Why is Li Qingyan burying her head in the sand?

"Don't close your eyes, you're not dreaming. Get up, half of my body is numb."

She pressed on my neck until it went numb.

Li Qingyan is not fat, in fact, rather thin. She is not heavy, but she is still a person. After being pressed down for so long, not only is half of her body numb, but the other half is almost completely numb.

Li Qingyan suddenly opened her eyes and quickly scrambled down. The movement made her feel sore all over and she had no strength at all.

If it weren't for the fact that it would seem shameless, she would have asked back, "Did you do something to me?"

Seeing that it was Jingchen Palace, and that she hadn't gone there herself, Li Qingyan breathed a slight sigh of relief: "Ji Mingzheng, what brings you here?"

Ji Mingzheng struggled to pull up his clothes: "Last night, His Highness had a low-grade fever and was also having nightmares. Your maid informed Changfeng Palace."

"She said that His Highness needs someone to warm him up so that he won't fall ill today."

Li Qingyan knew his hand was numb, so she reached out to pull his clothes up for him and gave an embarrassed smile.

The original owner seemed to be like that, and this problem was exactly the same as hers. She was the same in modern times, and her mother would hold her all night.

"I'm very difficult to wake up when I'm caught in a nightmare."

Li Qingyan explained, looking at Ji Mingzheng's unnaturally dark circles: "General Ji, who did you spar with?"

It looks like he's been punched.

Ji Mingzheng's gaze was deep and unfathomable: "Last night, Your Highness dreamt of fighting a snake all night long. I am that snake."

Li Qingyan: "..."

Last night, it seemed like she not only attacked with her fists and feet, but also kicked and bit...

As she was saying "bite," she noticed something strange about Ji Mingzheng's shoulder, and there were also teeth marks on his palm.

Did she bite him?

She couldn't believe it, but Ji Mingzheng finally recovered from the numbness and stiffness and sat up, supporting himself with his hands.

Seeing her stiff, incredulous, and guilty expression, Ji Mingzheng snorted inwardly:

"Your Highness's teeth are quite sharp."

No wonder she bit her own lip until it bled.

Because he had searched her before, he would always feel breathless in her presence, but after last night, he regained his composure.

Correspondingly, Li Qingyan became short of breath.

"I didn't know I bit you, Ji Mingzheng. I'm sorry."

She wanted to make amends, and when she saw him pull the wheelchair closer and help her into it, her eyes lit up.

"Ji Mingzheng, let me modify your wheelchair. It will be more convenient and easier to use than this one. It will also be easier to go up and down slopes, and you can push it yourself. You can go wherever you want without having to ask someone to push you all the time."

Judging from Ji Mingzheng's personality, he probably prefers to rely on himself.

Sure enough, Ji Mingzheng's eyes lit up: "You can do this too?"

"Of course." Li Qingyan patted her chest to assure him. She had broken her leg before and used a wheelchair, so she was very familiar with the structure. Anyway, she only needed to speak, and the rest was left to her master.

The Li Kingdom was founded by women. Initially, their strength was inferior to that of men, so the Mohist mechanical arts were always highly valued. There was even a Mohist troupe in the palace. Ji Mingzheng's wheelchair was already ingenious; it only needed a slight modification.

She had already moved closer to the wheelchair to figure out how to modify it.

Ji Mingzheng was taken aback when he saw that she was actually serious.

She casually draped her outer garment over her shoulders, and her long black hair slowly slipped down her shoulders with her movements, finally landing on the back of his hand that was holding the armrest of the wheelchair.

A tingling, itchy sensation, unlike anything I'd experienced before, traveled from the back of my hand all the way to my heart.