I became a stepmother and got rich with my cute baby.

Cheng Qian'an made no effort to hide the fact that he had recovered his memory, and his fingers touched the hilt of the sword.

The atmosphere between the two was depressing.

"Husband, can you go and see if the medicine that Doctor Zeng asked you to prepare is ready?" Song Wanqing's voice came from inside the door.

The meaning is very clear, let Ji Huaichuan in.

Cheng Qian'an was somewhat unwilling, but he finally frowned and stepped aside, and went to the small kitchen to see how the medicine was going.

But there seemed to be some dissatisfaction between his brows with Song Wanqing's choice.

Ji Huaichuan smiled triumphantly and stepped into the room.

With the help of Dr. Zeng and the spiritual spring water, Song Wanqing has almost recovered. Now she is half-leaning on the bed with her clothes intact, only her lips are still a little pale.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Why can't I come? My military advisor is injured, I have to come and see him, otherwise what if people say I'm being harsh on my subordinates?"

He took a few steps forward and sat on the small stool at the head of Song Wanqing's bed, and asked seriously, "Are you really okay? What happened? How could someone in this world hurt you like this?"

Song Wanqing also stopped talking nonsense and told Ji Huaichuan everything about the prince, omitting the matter about the milk ball and saying only that she had fought to the death to kill the prince and returned.

Ji Huaichuan's heart tightened when he heard this. He could only sigh that it was really dangerous, and looked at Song Wanqing with admiration.

"Miss Song is really amazing. She was able to destroy the prince by herself."

"Yes, but I almost died there myself." Song Wanqing raised the corners of his lips and said self-deprecatingly.

Her chest still aches a little now, and she really learned a good lesson.

A vassal king whom she had never met almost took her life. She must never underestimate anyone easily in the future.

Ji Huaichuan was a little scared by what he said, and warned: "Next time if something like this happens again, you'd better let me know, and I will send you more people."

"I understand." Song Wanqing nodded in agreement.

"What's the situation on the battlefield now? Are they still fighting stubbornly?" After all, she couldn't let go of the things on the battlefield, and she took the opportunity to ask Ji Huaichuan when he came.

It just so happened that Ji Huaichuan also had something to ask her, so he took out the Liancheng map he carried with him and began to discuss the current situation.

"Look at this...how do we take it?"

Song Wanqing also became interested, and the two of them immediately began to discuss enthusiastically.

Time passed quickly, Song Wanqing said a lot and enjoyed himself very much.

Ji Huaichuan caught a glimpse of her dry lips and poured a cup of tea from the table and handed it to Song Wanqing: "Have some tea."

"My lady can't drink this now."

A faint voice sounded from the door. They both looked over and saw Cheng Qian walking in with a cup of medicine. "My wife's wound has not healed yet, so she shouldn't drink tea. City Lord Ji doesn't even know this, so don't feed my wife tea carelessly."

"Mayor, please move aside. I need to feed my wife medicine." He lowered his head and motioned Ji Huaichuan to move away from the small stool.

Ji Huaichuan raised his sleeve to cover his mouth and coughed awkwardly, then stood up and moved away.

Cheng Qian'an sat down expressionlessly, took the teacup from Song Wanqing's hand and put it aside, then scooped a spoonful of black medicine to her lips.

"I'd better do it myself." Song Wanqing was a little embarrassed and wanted to take the spoon, but Cheng Qian'an was very determined.

Unable to persuade him, Song Wanqing had to drink from his hand in small sips.

She secretly looked up at Cheng Qian'an and saw that he looked tense. Although he didn't show any big expression, he felt a sense of low pressure all over his body.

It's obvious that she's jealous again.

A jealous Cheng Qian'an is very scary. Song Wanqing knows this very well, so she drinks the medicine more and more obediently and doesn't say a word.

Seeing her lowering her head and sipping the medicine like a well-behaved kitten, Cheng Qian'an finally felt a little better and the pressure in his body was much calmer.

Ji Huaichuan stood aside with his arms folded, feeling that he was out of place, and his heart was slightly sour. He couldn't help but sarcastically said, "How come Miss Song can't even drink the medicine herself now? Master Cheng doesn't need to be like this."

Cheng Qi'an tilted his head to look at him, his eyes cold: "This is my wife, I should take care of her, and I won't allow outsiders to interfere."

He doesn't even pretend to be stupid at all.

Ji Huaichuan was a little surprised, but finally shut up.

Cheng Qian fed the medicine to Song Wanqing bit by bit, then took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and gently wiped the medicine from the corner of her mouth: "Madam, does your wound still hurt? Do you need to ask Dr. Zeng to come over and take a look?"

"No need to bother." Song Wanqing let him wipe the corner of her mouth like a puppet, "My wound is much better."

"That's good. I'm just afraid that some annoying people don't know the seriousness of the matter and talk to you for the whole afternoon, which makes you feel bad and your wounds can't heal." He only looked at Song Wanqing intently when he spoke, but his meaning was really meaningful.

Ji Huaichuan's face suddenly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he stared straight at Cheng Qian'an.

At this moment, he felt that Song Wanqing's former foolish husband seemed to have completely changed into a different person. He was extremely aggressive, like a wolf guarding its food, fearing that anyone else would approach Song Wanqing.

No, maybe he didn't become a different person, but maybe he took off his disguise?

Looking at the two people in front of me, being so affectionate and loving to each other, I was afraid that if I stayed here any longer, I would be considered as an ignorant person.

He snorted coldly, and finally said goodbye to Song Wanqing: "Since you are fine and someone is taking good care of you, I will take my leave first."

He ordered people to put the various tonics and medicines he brought in the courtyard, and then turned back to Song Wanqing and said, "I'm here for you on the battlefield, don't worry, just take good care of your injuries."

After saying this, he left quickly, fearing that he would become an eyesore if he continued to follow her.

After Ji Huaichuan left, Song Wanqing lowered her eyes and stared at Cheng Qian'an's handsome face. Her eyes flickered slightly and she asked, "What are your plans next?"

Now that the Xiling royal family has lost power, according to the current situation, it is the best time for Cheng Qian'an to do anything.

"Charge into Xiling." A sinister and cold light flashed in Cheng Qiyan's dark eyes. His face looked ugly and his sword-like eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if he was recalling the painful memories of the past.

"Okay, I'll accompany you." Seeing that he was determined, Song Wanqing put her slender hand on his slightly frowned brows, smoothed out the wrinkles, and said softly.

She knew that he couldn't wait to rush into Xiling to seek revenge for the General's Mansion.

Cheng Qian'an lowered his eyes, his gaze lingered on her pale face, his eyelids drooped, and he covered her cool face with his slender hands. There was a trace of pity in his eyes, and he refused, "No, my wife is so badly injured, if I take you with me, I will be distracted."

Song Wanqing raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you mean that I am weak?"

"No, how could that be! My wife is the best and most powerful woman in the world!" Cheng Qian'an's big wet eyes suddenly widened, and a flattering smile appeared on his face.

His eyelashes drooped, and his tone was filled with sorrow. "But if my wife is beside me, I can only see my wife and no one else. If we are attacked by the enemy, I am afraid I will be separated from my wife."

As he said this, he was about to cry.

Song Wanqing: ...

It's been a long time since he last cried since he regained consciousness. He knew she couldn't stand it, so he did this!

She opened her lips and said in a slightly relaxed tone: "Okay, then you have to be careful."

As if he had thought of something, he asked worriedly, "Can the army in your general's mansion be trusted?"

"Don't worry, my lady. They have been trained in the general's mansion since childhood and will never betray us." Seeing Song Wanqing so worried about him, Cheng Qian'an couldn't help but feel soft in his heart.

He leaned close to Song Wanqing, staring into those beautiful eyes. His Adam's apple rolled slightly and his voice gradually became hoarse.

"My lady, this separation is extremely dangerous, you..." Do you have anything else to say to me?

Softness covers the thin lips, warmth fills the mouth, and the eyes are sparkling.

Cheng Qian'an was instantly stunned.

His eyes darkened, and he pressed his big hands on the back of Song Wanqing's head, deepening the kiss. His panting was particularly obvious in the quiet room.

"My lady, this is too much."

Song Wanqing looked at the head so close to her, her clear eyes widened and full of accusations.

Who is going too far? !