The princess returns strongly, and the divorced regent is busy chasing his wife

Jun Sa pointed speechlessly at the stubborn person in front of him.

He would never let this pretty boy destroy his brother's happiness.

Sifan, who was standing aside, heard the conversation between the two and was overjoyed. His dead heart seemed to come back to life.

It turns out that her master is the Regent Princess, so there is no possibility for her to be with Dongfang.

I still have the possibility of owning the East. Thinking about it, my heart is so excited that it is about to jump out of my throat.

This was the best news she had ever heard.

Jun Sa rolled his eyes and thought of a good way to get the man away.

"Sir, I know a little bit about medicine. Can I take a look at the wound on your leg?"

"No need, Ling'er has already fixed it for me."

"Sir, please don't be polite. The master has fixed it for you, but you had someone carry you all the way here, so it might get bumped. Let me check it for you."

After saying this, he ignored the man's objection and directly unwound the bandage on the man's leg and checked the injury inside.

Only after a moment did Jun Sa stop checking what he was doing.

He said solemnly, "Sir, your leg injury has relapsed. It's very serious. If you don't want to become disabled in the future, find a place to recuperate."

"Don't worry about this. As long as there is news about the master, I will send someone to inform you. Think about it, which is more important, your legs or your obsession."

Sifan on the side heard Jun Sa say this.

With a worried look on his face, he advised: "Brother Dongfang, I think what this young master said makes sense. We can find an inn to stay in first, and we can recuperate while waiting for the owner."

"No, I don't want to leave. Ling'er got trapped under the cliff just to save me. I must wait for Ling'er to come up."

"Brother Dongfang..."

Sifan wanted to say something else, but Dongfang stopped him with a wave of his hand.

Jun Sa looked at the pretty boy who ignored his leg injury and waited for Ouyang Miaoling.

He shook his head, feeling a little worried for his brother. What a strong rival! It seemed that his prince's road to chasing his wife would be full of thorns.

Under the cliff,

Ouyang Miaoling helped Nangong Mingxuan treat the injury on his back, and Ouyang Miaoling was preparing to climb the cliff.

The person next to her seemed to be enjoying the time alone with her, neither hurried nor panicky.

"I told you not to rush up, you want to stay and wait for the New Year."

Ouyang Miaoling said unhappily.

"With you by my side, it's not a bad idea to stay here for the New Year."

"You... come again. I should have made you die of pain."

As Ouyang Miaoling spoke, she continued to move her hands, weaving ropes with rattan.

"Shall we climb up again tomorrow?"

Nangong Mingxuan suggested.

"What are you thinking of doing?"

"I just don't feel like climbing today. My back hurts and my head hurts."

He pointed at his injured head.

Ouyang Miaoling looked up at the sky and estimated that it should be around four o'clock in the afternoon. According to her estimation, it would take at least seven to eight hours to climb up.

If we climb now, we will probably have to climb all night. The visibility at night is not good, and if something unexpected happens, it will not be worth it.

The woman thought for a moment, then looked up and said, "Okay, I'll do as you say. We'll climb the cliff tomorrow morning."

When the man heard the woman's decision, his heart leapt with joy, but he remained calm on the surface.

"Should we find a safe place to spend the night?"

Nangong Mingxuan proposed again.

"Yeah, let's find a place."

"Let's go take shelter in the cave where we stayed the past two days. That cave is not far from this place."

"Okay, I don't care."

Nangong Mingxuan was actually very happy in his heart, but his face remained calm.

Finally, he could be alone with his princess.

Nangong Mingxuan and Ouyang Miaoling agreed to go back to the cave together.

Back in the cave, Nangong Mingxuan was busy performing, making a fire and looking for food with skillful movements.

Ouyang Miaoling on the side was a little surprised that Nangong Mingxuan had such skills.

"My Lord, you live a life of luxury all day long, why would you do this?"

"I know a lot. I fought at the border for many years. I learned these life skills during that time. Otherwise, I would have starved to death."

After hearing what Nangong Mingxuan said, Ouyang Miaoling suddenly felt a little sympathy for the man in front of her.

The kind of adult who went to war was the same as when she was a spy in her previous life. It was common for them to sleep outdoors in the wilderness when on a mission. Sometimes they went without food or water for several days, and sometimes they were in danger of life or death. So she could empathize with Nangong Mingxuan.

The man concentrated on roasting the pheasant he had just shot. When it was cooked, he tore off a chicken leg and placed it to Ouyang Miaoling's mouth.

"You try it first and see how it tastes?"

The woman took the chicken leg handed to her by the man. Although it was not as delicious as modern roasted chicken, the man used natural ingredients from the canyon to roast it and it tasted completely different.

The two of them ate the roast chicken and drank the water they brought with them, and thus had a pleasant dinner.

Then they each found a comfortable corner and prepared to have a good rest, conserving their energy to climb the cliff in one go tomorrow.

After a full stomach, they both fell asleep unknowingly.

"Mother, Mother,"

Ouyang Miaoling was awakened by the mumbling sounds.

"Nangong Mingxuan, what's wrong with you?"

Ouyang Miaoling called out twice but received no response.

Then he walked to where Nangong Mingxuan lay down to sleep.

He pushed the man with his hand.

"Hey...Nangong Mingxuan, wake up, what's wrong with you?"

The man was covered in sweat, which was streaming down his forehead. He closed his eyes, as if he was very scared. His body was shaking, and he kept calling "Mother, Mother" over and over again.

Ouyang Miaoling reached out and touched the man's forehead. The man's forehead felt so hot. Could it be that the wound was infected and he had a fever?

If so, it cannot be ignored.

Ouyang Miaoling quickly used her consciousness to flash into the space and went to the medical system to get antipyretic and anti-inflammatory drugs, as well as some immunity-enhancing drugs.

He quickly came out of the space with a handful of medicine in his hand.

The woman prepared the medicine and fed it to Nangong Mingxuan bit by bit.

“Cold..very cold”

The man kept muttering "cold"

Ouyang Miaoling took off her outer robe, covered the man with it, laid the man flat on the ground, and let him have a good rest.

About an hour later, Ouyang Miaoling touched the man's forehead with her hand. The man's forehead was still hot and the fever had not subsided at all.

The man was shivering from the cold and kept shouting that he was cold.

Ouyang Miaoling looked at the man in front of her. If she didn't take measures to cool the man down, the fever would most likely cause organ failure.

Thinking about what the man had done in the past, the woman wished she could just ignore him and let him fend for himself.

However, as she came from a family of doctors in her previous life and was the descendant of a family of medical saints, she could not go against the teachings of her ancestors and watch someone die without helping. It would go against her moral conscience as a doctor. In the end, she decided to lend a helping hand and save the man first. As for the grudge between them, they could settle it later.

After convincing herself in her heart, the woman undressed herself, then she unbuttoned her underwear, helped the man up, held him tightly in her arms, and used her body temperature to keep the man warm and cool.