Marry another wife, the mistress of the marquisate will not serve you anymore

Xiao Jingheng sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the wounds on his body, some of which had already scabbed over.

His eyes were as gentle as water as he gazed at Song Wanyin, almost melting her, and she completely forgot the pain in her body.

Song Wanyin was secretly surprised to see that in addition to the wounds, there were many scars of varying sizes on his body.

Who would have thought that he, a rising star of the dynasty and a big hit in front of His Majesty, would be plotted against?

Seeing that she was staring at the scar on her body with a frightened look, Xiao Jingheng comforted her:

"It's okay, these are just minor injuries, nothing to worry about."

Song Wanyin bit her lower lip lightly and said in a trembling voice:

"It should hurt, right?"

After saying that, she applied medicine to his wound gently and skillfully, her eyes filled with tears and her heart was in a knot.

If he hadn't saved me, he wouldn't have been injured.

Xiao Jingheng looked at her quietly, a warm feeling welled up in his heart, and he shook his head and smiled:

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Song Wanyin's eyes moved up and down along with the hand that was applying the medicine, looking almost all over his body, her little face flushed as if she was drunk.

No, no, take a deep breath, stay calm, and don’t be fooled by male beauty.

She noticed Xiao Jingheng's gaze, and quickly lowered her head, continuing to concentrate on treating his wounds.

Xiao Jingheng stared at her lovely face. Although it looked a little disheveled, it added a touch of charm. He couldn't help but reach out and smooth the hair that fell on her forehead.

Song Wanyin's delicate body trembled slightly, and she raised her head abruptly, just in time to meet his eyes, and she shuddered as if she had been electrocuted.

They were so close to each other, their breathing intertwined, and they could even hear each other's rapid heartbeats. It seemed as if everything in the world had stopped at this moment.

There was a loud bang.

The medicine bottle in Song Wanyin's hand fell to the ground. She immediately bent down to pick it up in a panic, but accidentally touched his slender fingertips.

She shuddered all over and immediately retracted her hand, looking uneasy.

Xiao Jingheng bent down almost at the same time, his fingertips touching each other, his heart surging, but he pretended to be calm on the surface.

He slowly picked up the medicine bottle and put it back, his eyes never leaving Song Wanyin's face.

Song Wanyin felt numb all over as he stared at her. She felt like a prey being stared at by a falcon, and her breathing became disordered due to the nervousness.

"Master, it's getting late, it's time to go to bed.

You have injuries, so you can sleep on the bed, and I'll just sleep on the floor for the night."

Xiao Jingheng saw that she was like a little quail. When he teased her, she shrank shyly and slowly approached her and said:

"This room is already small, and it's raining heavily outside. The ground is damp, and I will definitely catch a cold when I sleep.

How about we all just make do with it tonight and squeeze into bed together.

Do you want to sleep outside or inside? I can do either."

Song Wanyin saw him getting closer and closer, a handsome face was within reach, his warm breath sprayed on her ears, and she felt her face and body burning like fire.

"I, I'm tired. I'm going to sleep first."

After saying that, she hurriedly fled from Xiao Jingheng's scorching gaze, dived into the quilt, curled up in the innermost corner, leaving a large empty space next to her for Xiao Jingheng.

Xiao Jingheng saw that she wrapped herself tightly, leaving only her eyes and nose exposed. She put on the clean clothes and lay down with them fully clothed.

When Song Wanyin saw him lying down beside her, she was so nervous that she didn't even dare to breathe hard.

They were very close to each other because the bed was so small that it was difficult for two people to even turn over. The slightest movement would result in them bumping into each other's bodies.

Song Wanyin was afraid of touching his wound, so she slept with her body pressed against the wall, trying to maintain one posture as much as possible, and did not dare to move even if her wound was sore.

Seeing that she seemed to be frozen, curled up into a small ball, Xiao Jingheng couldn't help but asked with concern:

"Junior sister, will you feel uncomfortable sleeping like this?"

Song Wanyin curled up in the quilt, shaking her head like a rattle, and said in a buzzing voice:

"It's okay. I feel a little cold. It's warmer to stay here."

Having said this, she realized that she had wrapped up all the bedding, and Xiao Jingheng had nothing to cover himself with to keep warm. She embarrassedly gave him half of the bedding.

Xiao Jingheng covered himself with the quilt happily, and in order to dispel her nervous worries, he closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep.

After hearing a slight noise, he fell into deathly silence.

In this way, the two of them each guarded their own little seats with dignity and fell asleep in a daze.

I don’t know how long I slept, but Xiao Jingheng heard a rapid breathing sound in his ears, accompanied by humming.

He suddenly woke up, turned to look at the person beside him, and found that Song Wanyin's little face was red and cold sweat was oozing from her forehead.

"Little junior sister, what's wrong with you?"

Song Wanyin still had her eyes closed, her brows tightly furrowed, and she showed no reaction, humming constantly.

Xiao Jingheng nervously raised his hand to touch her forehead and found that her forehead was as hot as a branding iron. Suddenly, she sat up.

"Junior sister, you have a fever.

It seems that the heavy rain must have caused you to catch a cold."

He immediately stood up, realizing that it was late at night and guessed that everyone in the family had already gone to sleep, so he personally fetched and boiled water, found a clean white towel, and took good care of Song Wanyin, helping her wipe her face and wrung out the white towel to put on her forehead.

Song Wanyin's high fever has not subsided. If it continues like this, her brain will be burned out.

In a hurry, Xiao Jingheng had to disturb the old lady's rest and ask her for some medicine to reduce her fever.

The old lady did not complain at all. Instead, she was particularly concerned about Song Wanyin's condition. Remembering that there were some herbs left at home, she put on some clothes and went to boil the medicine.

After a while, the old lady handed a bowl of medicine to Xiao Jingheng and told him:

“Hurry and give it to her while it’s hot. I’ve got some herbs left and I’ve brought them all to you.

If her fever still doesn't go away, give her another dose of the herbal medicine after a while."

Xiao Jingheng thanked the old lady, brought the medicine bowl to the bedside, scooped up a spoonful of medicine, blew on it, and made sure it was not hot before bringing it to her mouth.

"Junior sister, open your mouth quickly and drink the medicine and you will get better."

Song Wanyin's mouth was tightly closed, and the medicine flowed from the corners of her mouth to her neck, and she couldn't drink it at all.

Xiao Jingheng hurriedly used a white handkerchief to carefully wipe the medicine for her. Seeing that she couldn't swallow the medicine, she had to drink a big sip of the medicine in desperation. He pinched her cherry lips and fed the medicine directly to her through her mouth.

"Gudong Gudong..."

Song Wanyin tried to resist the bitter medicine several times, but his teeth pried it open and poured the medicine into her throat.

Xiao Jingheng felt that the lips were soft and sweet, just like the soft, sweet and fragrant snow meringue, and he couldn't help but want to take a bite.

Just like that, the bowl of medicine was soon finished.