The delicate cannon fodder is stunning, saving the male supporting role but getting teased instead

Before Yan Jin could say anything, the prefect jumped up and said to Yan Jin, "Your Highness, please think twice! Closing the city is tantamount to putting the entire city's people to death!"

Yan Jin knew this, but if the city wasn't sealed off and refugees were allowed to wander freely, a major epidemic would inevitably develop. "Does Magistrate Liu have a better solution?"

"This..." The prefect was also at a loss. If he had a way, the situation would not have come to this.

Shangguan Qing thought Yan Jin had accepted her suggestion, and a hint of joy flashed across her eyes. She couldn't stand staying in this shabby place for even a minute.

But then Yan Jin said, "Tell the guards at the gate to seal off the city. No one is allowed to go out, and no one is allowed to come in."

Shangguan Qing was stunned for a moment and asked, "Then should we go back to Beijing?"

Yan Jin glanced at Shangguan Qing with guilt. "No, we have to stay here." If he went back like this, he would inevitably be criticized and even leave a stain in the history books. This was something he could not accept in any way.

In order to reach the southwest as quickly as possible, Yan Heng and his companions chose to ride faster, but this meant that everyone had to ride horses.

"I... can't ride a horse." Wenrou frowned and said pitifully to Yan Heng. Yan Heng glanced at Wenrou with an impatient look on his face, then turned to Zhang Ji and said, "Then you take her with you."

Zhang Ji was startled at the words, secretly groaning inwardly. He had long since assumed that Wenrou was his master's woman, so how could he dare ride with her? He waved his hands repeatedly, panicking, "Your Highness, I... I've never taken anyone with me on a horse before! This... this is probably inappropriate."

Yan Heng just wanted to hurry on his way and had no time to continue entangled with them. So without saying a word, he reached out and grabbed Wenrou's collar, lifting her into his arms like a chicken.

"Gee!" Yan Heng shouted softly, and the steed beneath him shot off like an arrow from a bow. Wenrou was caught off guard by this sudden change, and before she could recover, she had already fallen heavily into Yan Heng's arms. She was startled for a moment, but then she felt unexpectedly comfortable in his embrace, and she felt especially safe on the horse. Seeing that Yan Heng didn't scold her, Wenrou curled up in his arms with a sense of peace, savoring this rare comfort.

Yan Heng glanced at her and said nothing. As long as Wenrou didn't talk too much, he could tolerate her.

The group traveled day and night and only stopped at the post station to rest for a night.

Originally, they had planned to have Yan Heng and Wen Rou share a room, with the rest of the group sharing two rooms. However, there weren't enough rooms. Yan Heng and Wen Rou had to share a room, so they had no choice but to share.

Wenrou had been carrying various medicines with her, and upon reaching her destination, she immediately set to work preparing a medicinal bath for Yan Heng. Meanwhile, she wasn't idle either, explaining the effects and uses of these herbs to Yan Heng without stopping.

Yan Heng looked at Wenrou who was busy and sweating, and the idea of asking her to shut up and be quiet for a while gradually disappeared.

Finally, the medicinal bath was ready. Yan Heng sat in the bathtub, and Wenrou massaged his meridians beside him.

"Your Highness, your muscles are so hard!" Wenrou exclaimed.

"Hmm." Yan Heng closed his eyes and enjoyed the gentle massage.

"Your Highness, are you comfortable with me like this?" Wenrou asked while pressing.

"Yeah." Yan Heng's voice was magnetic and very sexy.

"Your Highness, I'm going to use more force. Can you bear it?" Wenrou asked while using more force.

Zhang Ji stood at the doorway, raising his hand and then slowly lowering it before finally retracting it. He had come to report the situation to Yan Heng, but upon hearing the conversation inside, his face flushed crimson. He hadn't expected His Highness to be so sturdy, still having the energy to do something like that after such a long journey. Blushing, Zhang Ji tiptoed away, tiptoeing as if staying even a second longer would be embarrassing.

Yet, at this moment, Yan Heng's brows were furrowed, his heart groaning with pain. Not only did he have to endure Wenrou's incessant chatter, but he also had to endure her small hands roaming freely on his body. This unconscious teasing would be torture for any normal man, but Wenrou was truly healing him.

Finally, the time for the medicinal bath arrived, and Yan Heng quickly stood up from the tub. Wen Rou was startled by this and quickly covered her eyes.

Yan Heng looked at Wenrou's wide eyes between her fingers. He was clearly wearing underwear, but he felt like he was being seen naked. He quickly put on his coat, coughed lightly, and said, "Come and give me acupuncture."

By the time the treatment was over, it was already quite late. There was only one bed in the room, so Wenrou asked the shop owner for a quilt and spread it on the floor.

"Oh." Wenrou looked at the thin mat on the floor and couldn't help but sigh.

This was the fifth time Wenrou sighed. Yan Heng could no longer bear it, so he lifted the quilt and said, "You sleep on the bed. I'll sleep on the floor." He said this with gritted teeth.

Wenrou widened her eyes in surprise, but still said, "Your Highness, this is not appropriate." Even as she said this, her legs had already honestly walked to the bed.

Yan Heng got out of bed and slept on the floor. After a while, he heard Wenrou's steady breathing. It was obvious that Wenrou had fallen asleep.

Yan Heng tossed and turned on the floor, unable to fall asleep. The mat was too thin, cold, and uncomfortable, making him feel unwell all over. He kept adjusting his posture, trying to find a slightly more comfortable position, but to no avail.

Time slipped away as he tossed and turned, until midnight, when Yan Heng finally lost his patience and sat up. He glared fiercely at Wenrou, who slept soundly in bed, a nameless rage welling up in his heart. Why should she sleep comfortably in her bed while he had to suffer on this shabby floor mat? The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He simply stood up and, in a fit of anger, climbed onto the bed himself.

Wenrou was immersed in a sweet dream, sleeping soundly, completely unaware of the extra person in the bed. She always liked to cuddle with the quilt to sleep, but now she was pleasantly surprised to find an object next to her that was even more comfortable than the quilt. So, without hesitation, she hugged it tightly.

After Yan Heng climbed onto the bed, fatigue washed over him like a tide, and he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Yan Heng felt a soft mass in his arms. He subconsciously reached out and kneaded it a few times, and then heard a soft moan. Yan Heng opened his eyes suddenly, and what came into his sight was Wen Rou, curled up in his arms, sleeping soundly. Yan Heng was startled for a moment, and then he remembered everything that happened last night. At this moment, he was a little overwhelmed, not knowing whether to get up or continue lying down.