The Concubine Strikes Back: The Marquis Insists on Me to Be His Wife

"You never paid attention to me before! When have you ever paid attention to me?" Su Qing turned her head away and ignored Jiang Weiyang as if she was angry.

"How do you know that I'm not thinking about you? You have always been here." Jiang Weiyang pointed to the position of his heart.

"Okay, stop moving. You're injured there, too! Let me change the bandage for you! Why weren't you more careful? You almost hurt your heart."

"There are 18 of them. All of them are experts. I am lucky to be alive."

"You're really amazing! You even have the courage to jump off a cliff. Are you scared?"

"I am a little scared, but I can't gamble with the Jiang family! If I die at their hands and they take the letter away, you, Nian'er, and my parents will all be implicated."

"Are the old marquis and his men safe in the mansion?"

"It's okay. I wasn't caught by them, was I?"

"Oh, that's good. I was in a hurry when I left and didn't even go to see Nian'er. Don't move. I'll change the medicine on your wound."

Su Qing took the prepared medicine and began to wipe Jiang Weiyang's skin, then sprinkled some medicine on him. Jiang Weiyang groaned twice.

Su Qing knew that he was holding back, and she couldn't help but feel distressed. If only he were an ordinary family, it would be so nice, and they wouldn't have to be so careful in everything they do.

After bandaging, Su Qing took out the bloody cloth. After leaving the military tent, her tears finally flowed down. She was so sad and her heart ached. It turned out that loving someone really hurts him and you too!

Ruxue, Rumei and others saw Su Qing crying, but no one knew how to comfort her. Finally, Ruxue couldn't help but stepped forward and said, "Auntie, please don't cry. It's cold. Look at your face. It's broken. The master must be distressed."

"You are the only one who has a good mouth. I am fine. I just feel a little sad when I see the injury of the Marquis."

Su Qing wiped her tears and took out the painting she had drawn from her arms. "Rufeng, come and take a look. This is what I drew. Find someone who can make it and make it."

"Auntie, what is this? Is it a chair? Why does it have wheels?" Rufeng was very curious. The carriage in the painting didn't look like a carriage, and the chair didn't look like a chair. He didn't understand what was going on.

"This thing is called a wheelchair. It can be used by people with mobility problems to travel. By the way, Rufeng, look here. This is where the handrails are. You can add a hidden weapon mechanism here. If the Marquis encounters any danger, the wheelchair can also be his weapon."

"Is this prepared for the master?" Everyone looked at Su Qing curiously.

"What else? Do you want the Marquis to lie down all the time?"

"But didn't Auntie say that the master's leg could be healed by some kind of surgery? Doesn't that mean the master can't walk anymore?"

"It's not that he will be cured after the operation. He needs the cooperation of the Marquis in the later stage of treatment! How can he walk so easily? It has to be done step by step. I'm not a god. I can't give him a new leg in an instant. It's just that your Marquis is lucky to meet me, otherwise he wouldn't be able to stand up. Do you understand?"

"I see. Thank you for your hard work, Auntie!"

"Don't forget to install a hidden weapon on the handrails. Do both handrails!"

"Aunt, do you have anything else to say?"

"The size needs to be measured by the craftsman. If you can't measure it, make it like the chairs in the mansion, a little wider and with cushions on top. It would be best if the seat can be disassembled. It would be best if two identical ones could be made so that people can sit on them alternately and save time moving them back and forth. That's about it!"