The tyrant is changing the plot madly because of the fake princess's voice

Jiang Yanchuan slowly opened his eyes.

He shook his head slightly, and the dizziness seemed to ease a lot, and the symptoms of weakness in his body also improved a lot.

The tip of his nose twitched slightly, and he smelled pleasant medicinal aromas. He also felt a slight tightness in his shoulders and neck. It should be because someone had carefully applied medicine and bandaged them while he was unconscious. He felt much more refreshed.

There were still faint sounds of conversation coming from the yard. Jiang Yanchuan listened carefully for a while and finally separated out the little guy's cheerful laughter.

“…Really?”

"wack……"

"You are a great person!"

Jiang Yanchuan: "..."

What is this all about?

Jiang Yanchuan coughed lightly, then held his breath and waited.

Sure enough, the next moment, the little guy's voice suddenly rose from outside -

"ah!"

"My daddy is awake!!"

After a series of "da da da" sounds, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside.

Jiang Yingcheng poked his head in first, blinking his big eyes and looking around the room expectantly.

"Daddy?"

After receiving Jiang Yanchuan's response, Jiang Yingcheng became visibly happy: "Daddy, you're finally awake!"

Jiang Yanchuan hummed softly, supported himself on the bed with his hands, and tried to sit up.

"Wait, wait a minute!" Jiang Yingcheng yelled in shock, and was about to run inside on the spot -

"You are the one who needs to wait."

Jiang Yanchuan was stunned by the voice.

The man who had just been talking to the little girl in the yard appeared behind her at some point and took away the medicine bottle she had been holding in her hand.

Then, he reached out and gently pushed the little guy on the shoulder: "Go."

Jiang Yingcheng turned around and smiled at the man, then skipped to the bedside and carefully helped her handsome father up.

He said seriously, "Dad, you are injured. Uncle Chi told you not to move."

Jiang Yanchuan raised his head and looked in the direction of the man at the door: "I haven't thanked you for your help yet..."

He hesitated for a moment and said, "Gu will definitely -"

"Forehead--"

Chi Jingyang at the door had a slightly embarrassed look on his face: "I don't deserve your help, I just said--"

Ever since he saw this little girl with great strength dragging her father into the house with her bare hands, he, an adult man who should have been doing the hard work, seemed to have no place to use his skills. Not only did the little girl not need him to apply medicine or boil medicine, she even never needed his help with her daily grooming...

Apart from the initial situation where the little girl politely asked him for help and wiped her father's body, he only had to drag a recliner to the yard, talk and instruct the little girl on how to boil medicine, and there was nothing else to do.

But before they could finish their words, the little guy suddenly let out a few strange "Ahhh" sounds, interrupting their conversation.

Jiang Yingcheng looked a little guilty: "Uncle Chi, the porridge Chengcheng cooked is almost ready——"

Chi Jingyang's nose twitched twice: "Okay, then I'll go out and prepare."

After saying that, he turned and walked out, and before leaving, he did not forget to close the door for the two of them.

Jiang Yanchuan and Jiang Yingcheng were the only ones left in the room.

Jiang Yanchuan finally had time to check on Jiang Yingcheng's situation.

Her face seemed to be stained with black and gray due to the somewhat difficult task of boiling medicine for her, and there were dense beads of sweat on the wings of her nose and forehead.

He was still wearing the same clothes he had worn when we met before, but they looked a little cleaner.

Her whole condition was much worse than when she was in the palace, but her pair of almond-shaped eyes were sparkling and stared at him without blinking.

Jiang Yanchuan was silent for a moment, and finally smiled for the first time today: "What are you looking at?"

Jiang Yingcheng grinned and smiled foolishly: "Daddy, you are injured~"

Jiang Yanchuan: "???"

There was only a slight scratch on his shoulder, only a few inches in length. The wound looked hideous, but compared to the injuries he had suffered on the battlefield before, it was nothing.

Jiang Yingcheng continued: "Dad, you have been in a coma for two days~"

Jiang Yanchuan: "..."

His expression was slightly stern.

Including the six days since he set out, he has been out of contact with the camp for eight days. It is time to find a way to send some message back.

Ignoring the strange look on her handsome father's face, Jiang Yingcheng counted on her fingers: "Dad, during the two days you were unconscious, it was Chengcheng who helped you...well, it was Chengcheng who helped you change the dressings and bandages, wipe your face and comb your hair, and Chengcheng even learned how to boil medicine and cook porridge~"

Jiang Yanchuan suddenly seemed to understand a little.

The little guy's silly smile was not because he was injured, she was just very happy that she was able to take good care of him when he was injured.

He stretched out his hand and took the little girl into his arms, and wiped the dust off her face with his fingertips: "Well, our Chengcheng is the best."

"Has Cheng Cheng learned so much in just two days?"

Jiang Yingcheng hesitated and said, "Yes~"

After saying that, Jiang Yingcheng pursed his lips and smiled happily.

After so long since her identity was exposed, today can be said to be her happiest day!

Chi Jingyang, who was outside the door, called out loudly at this moment: "The porridge is ready, do you two want to come out?"

Jiang Yingcheng subconsciously said: "No, my father——"

"It's okay," Jiang Yanchuan raised his voice, "Let's go out."

The weather outside is fine, so it's time for him to go out for some fresh air.

Beiming's conditions were not as prosperous as Darui's. The white porridge in Jiang Yingcheng and Chi Jingyang's mouths was a big pot of rice soup with only two layers of rice at the bottom.

Jiang Yingcheng took an extra-large soup spoon and reached out to scoop up the white rice at the bottom.

Jiang Yanchuan couldn't stop him in time, so he could only whisper, "Chengcheng, don't be rude!"

Jiang Yingcheng looked back at her handsome father with grievance, but her hands did not stop moving.

Chi Jingyang smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay. Brother, you are seriously injured, you should eat some soft and glutinous white rice to nourish your stomach."

Seeing Jiang Yingcheng scoop out all the rice in the pot in a few seconds, Jiang Yanchuan had to reach out and take it even if he wanted to say something. For the first time in his life, he felt embarrassed: "Sorry, my young daughter——"

Before she could finish her words, the little girl put down the soup spoon, ran to the corner, pulled out her precious bag, reached into it, and rummaged around, taking out several snacks.

Chi Jingyang said cheerfully: "Brother Gu, don't worry, we can just have some snacks!"

Jiang Yanchuan: "..."

Jiang Yanchuan: “…Okay.”

Jiang Yanchuan was absent-minded throughout the meal. Chi Jingyang was very tight-lipped, and the little guy was carefully taking care of him while he was eating, without any extra thoughts. By dark, he still couldn't figure out the other person's identity.

He had no choice but to put the matter aside for the time being and coax the little guy to sleep first.

After making sure the little guy was asleep, Jiang Yanchuan got up carefully, pushed the door open and walked into the yard, then walked straight to a big tree outside the yard and said in a deep voice, "Come out."

He stood in the deserted night, the moonlight stretching his shadow very long.