Accidentally dressed as an empress

Zhou Jing said to Yun Xiu, "Your Highness, Su Qing's injuries are recovering, but he needs more rest. Don't rush things."

Yunxiu nodded, turned to Lin Ziqi, and said, "Ziqi, please take care of Su Qing during this period of time."

Lin Ziqi stood up and replied respectfully, "Your Highness, please rest assured. I will do my best to take care of Sister Su Qing. I am now her follower, and I dare not disobey the general's orders."

Yunxiu nodded: "Then I feel relieved."

Lin Ziqi noticed that Su Qing's brows relaxed a little, and continued, "Sister Su Qing, you can rest assured and recover. When you are healed, I will treat you to the best stew in the barracks as an apology. When the time comes, you are not allowed to refuse."

Yunxiu nodded, then took out a bag of supplements and placed it beside Su Qing's bed: "These are herbs that replenish blood and qi, which are good for recovering from injuries. You should have a good rest and recover soon. It must be very hard in the military camp recently."

A trace of gratitude flashed in Su Qing's eyes, "Thank you, Your Highness."

"You have a good rest, I'll go first." Yunxiu said, and walked away.

After Yunxiu and Zhou Jing left the tent, Lin Ziqi sat back on the bed and continued to accompany Su Qing. There was a subtle awkwardness in the air.

Lin Ziqi and Su Qing's eyes occasionally met in the tent, and they quickly turned their heads away.

Su Qing had a cold face, and her eyes were like icy blades, staring straight at Lin Ziqi, with a hint of questioning in her tone: "Did you call His Highness here? What is your purpose?"

Lin Ziqi no longer pretended to be innocent. He shrugged, a cynical smile on his lips: "Don't worry, I won't tell my sister about your acquaintance with His Highness."

Su Qing seemed unusually calm. She responded calmly, "I don't care. You can just go and tell General Lin."

Lin Ziqi rolled his eyes and a sly smile appeared on his face: "Do you really not care?" There was doubt in his voice.

Su Qing didn't want to dwell on this issue any further. She ignored Lin Ziqi, turned her head, and cast her eyes towards the corner of the tent. In fact, talking to him would make her become emotional and childish.

Lin Ziqi was sitting on the edge of the bed, and suddenly reached out and poked Su Qing's shoulder. Su Qing forgot to dodge, and hissed, staring at Lin Ziqi. This little fat guy was full of bad intentions and deserved a beating.

Su Qing said with a cold face: "That's enough, wait until I'm healed." There was a warning in her tone, and a hint of anger flashed in her eyes.

"Then hit me. If you hurt me, I will go and complain to my sister." Lin Ziqi smiled smugly, looking fearless.

Su Qing frowned, "Besides complaining, what else can you do?"

Lin Ziqi was even more proud. He puffed out his chest and raised his chin: "Humph, my sister is a general, I just complained, what can you do to me?"

There was a kind of innocent arrogance in his words that made people angry and amused.

Su Qing took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Arguing with Lin Ziqi would not produce any results and would only make her more upset. She closed her eyes and tried to exclude Lin Ziqi from her thoughts.

However, Lin Ziqi didn't seem to be willing to give up. Seeing that Su Qing didn't respond, he changed his strategy and said with a hint of teasing, "Sister Su Qing, you're not really angry, are you? I was just joking. You can't even take a joke like that, right?"

Su Qing slowly opened her eyes, her gaze as cold as ice. She stared at Lin Ziqi coldly: "A joke? In your opinion, perhaps all this is just a joke. But there are some things that you can't joke about casually."

Lin Ziqi restrained his smile. He coughed twice, trying to ease the atmosphere: "Okay, okay, I won't joke anymore. To be honest, I haven't told anyone, including my sister. I will keep the matter between you and His Highness a secret."

Su Qing nodded slightly and said nothing more. She knew that at this time, any extra words might cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

What she needed was quiet and rest, not arguing with Lin Ziqi here.

The atmosphere in the tent became silent again, with only the occasional sound of wind outside breaking the tranquility.

Seeing that Su Qing stopped talking, Lin Ziqi also shut up tactfully. He sat quietly aside and no longer disturbed Su Qing.

Time passed slowly in silence. Su Qing closed his eyes to rest, while Lin Ziqi began to fiddle with the corner of his clothes out of boredom.

He occasionally stole a glance at Su Qing and saw that her face was calm, as if she had regained her composure. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful for his recklessness.

Finally, after a long silence, Lin Ziqi couldn't help but break the silence: "Sister Su Qing, I...did I really make you angry? If you are really angry, I apologize to you."

Su Qing slowly opened his eyes and looked at Lin Ziqi's serious expression, and the anger in his heart dissipated a little.

She sighed softly, "I'm not angry."

Lin Ziqi nodded and said, "I understand. You should have a good rest. I won't disturb you anymore." After that, he stood up and quietly left the tent, leaving Su Qing alone to rest in the quiet tent.

At midnight, everything was silent.

Only the occasional howls of wolves in the distance broke the silence of the night.

Su Qing had just applied the medicine during the day, and now the infection broke out and his body temperature rose sharply.

She lay on the bed, her body shaking uncontrollably, her forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.

The brazier in the tent had gone out, and only faint moonlight came in through the gap. Lin Ziqi lit the oil lamp and sat beside Su Qing's bed, frowning and looking worried.

He picked up the wet cloth beside him and gently wiped Su Qing's cheeks and forehead, trying to cool her down.

"Water... give me water..." Su Qing was delirious with fever and murmured incoherently.

Lin Ziqi quickly picked up the kettle and carefully fed her water, fearing that she would become dehydrated due to the high fever.

Just as Lin Ziqi was about to wipe Su Qing's face again, she suddenly struggled and mumbled a name: "Envoy Gu..." Although the voice was weak, it was particularly clear in the silent night.

Lin Ziqi's heart skipped a beat. He stopped what he was doing and listened carefully, not sure if he had heard it wrong.

Su Qing's face was pale, her lips were chapped, her brows were furrowed, and she was very uneasy in her dream.

"...Is it you?" Su Qing's voice was filled with a hint of hope and despair. Her hands were unconsciously grasping in the air, as if she wanted to grab something important.

Lin Ziqi's heart was filled with complex emotions. He held Su Qing's hand and comforted her softly: "I'm here, Su Qing, don't worry, I will take care of you."

Although he knew that the "Gu Shi" Su Qing was talking about was not him.

The night was deep, and Lin Ziqi stayed by Su Qing's side until her breathing gradually became steady and the fever began to subside.

The name that Su Qing called in her dream was like a seed, quietly taking root and sprouting in Lin Ziqi's heart. Lin Ziqi was full of curiosity about Su Qing's past.

The next morning, Zhou Jing gently opened the entrance to the tent and cast a gentle gaze on Su Qing, who lay in bed. She walked in, her steps light, afraid to disturb the patient's rest.

"Su Qing, you had a fever last night. How do you feel now?" Zhou Jing asked softly, reaching out to touch Su Qing's forehead to check her temperature. Her palm was warm and dry, giving people a sense of security.

Su Qing opened her eyes slightly and said in a weak voice, "Thank you, Doctor Zhou. I still feel a little weak."

Zhou Jing nodded, "Lin Ziqi took care of you all night last night."

Zhou Jing turned and walked to the table, beginning to carefully grind the herbs. Her fingers moved deftly, occasionally blowing away the dust, her movements expertly and attentively.

During the grinding process, she looked up at Su Qing from time to time and comforted her, "You will have a fever, which is a normal recovery process. Don't worry too much." Zhou Jing poured the ground medicine powder into a bowl and then mixed it with warm water.

As she picked up the bowl, she gently stirred the liquid with her other hand to ensure it was evenly distributed.

Su Qing took the bowl, her hands trembling slightly. Seeing this, Zhou Jing gently held the edge of the bowl to help her steady it.

Su Qing took a sip and frowned slightly, clearly not liking the taste of the medicine. She gently put the bowl down, and Zhou Jing pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to her.

Su Qing took the handkerchief and wiped the corner of her mouth silently.

Zhou Jing put away the medicine bowl and asked, "Do you feel better?"

"Well, much better. Thank you, Doctor Zhou." Su Qing replied, his voice a little stronger than before.

Zhou Jing took out a few packets of dried herbs from the medicine box and placed them on the small table beside the bed: "These are the medicines for the next few days. Take them on time and get enough rest. I'll be leaving first."

After Zhou Jing left, Su Qing glanced into the tent and found no sign of Lin Ziqi.