Marrying Wife and Concubine Together: After Rebirth, I Remarried the Scumbag's Father on the Sp

While Zi'er was fighting, he was by Zhan Yan's side.

Upon hearing the news, he almost instinctively grabbed his sword and rushed towards the official road, but he was too late. When he arrived, he only saw Zi'er lying in a pool of blood, her hand still tightly clutching half of a sword tassel, the tassel he had personally given her last year on the Lantern Festival.

It was just an ordinary peach wood tassel from the street, but she tied it to her sword and carried it with her every day.

At that moment, Yingyi experienced panic for the first time. He flew over and picked her up. Her blood soaked through his black robes, and warm drops of blood slid down his fingertips, scalding them until they went numb.

Lin Yiwan treated her injuries, and he stayed by her side outside without leaving for a moment.

Even at night, he didn't close his eyes or leave Zi'er's room for even a moment.

The candlelight inside the room burned all night, the flickering flames casting shadows on a tall but slightly weary figure.

During the day, he changed Zi'er's dressings, wiped her body, and fed her medicine. At night, he would sit on the pear wood chair by the bed, staring intently at Zi'er's face.

Hearing her occasional soft moans of pain from her wound, he immediately leaned forward, gently pressed down on her flailing wrist, and coaxed her in a soft voice, gentler than ever before, a stark contrast to her usual cold tone: "Don't move, the wound will reopen."

Zi'er's wound was deep enough to reach her bones, and when changing the dressing, she had to remove layers of white silk. Even Ling'er said that the process was difficult, but Ying Yi did it himself and refused to let anyone else do it.

He took the scissors and carefully cut away the blood-stained gauze, his movements extremely gentle. Even so, when the white silk was torn open, it still aggravated Zi'er's wound, causing her to unconsciously furrow her brows and break out in a fine sweat.

At these times, Yingyi's movements would slow down even more, his fingertips would tremble slightly, and the tenderness in his eyes would almost overflow. His other hand would gently stroke Zi'er's brow, smoothing out the wrinkles, as if comforting a wronged child.

The medicine brought by the physician was extremely bitter. Although Zi'er was unconscious in her drowsy state, she would still subconsciously purse her lips and refuse to swallow. Yingyi then sat by the couch, poured the medicine into a small jade bowl, blew on it to cool it down, then scooped it up with a silver spoon, brought it to her lips, gently pried open her lips, and fed her spoonful by spoonful.

When the medicine got on the corner of her lips, he gently wiped it away with a silk handkerchief, his movements incredibly tender, completely unlike the cold-faced bodyguard he usually was.

Lin Yiwan had visited the side courtyard once. When she opened the door, she saw Ying Yi tucking the blanket around Zi'er. The candlelight shone on his profile, softening his usual coldness and adding a touch of gentleness. His usually calm eyes were now focused solely on the figure of the person on the bed.

Lin Yiwan sighed softly and quietly withdrew, knowing in her heart that although Yingyi was not good with words, he really cared about Zier.

On the morning of the third day, just as dawn was breaking, Yingyi had just finished changing Zier's dressing and was wiping the cold sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief when she saw her eyelashes tremble slightly and she slowly open her eyes.

Those eyes, which were always so bright and sparkling, were now filled with the confusion of just waking up, and a hint of pain from her wounds. When she looked at Yingyi, her voice was so weak it was like a mosquito's hum: "Yingyi!"

This soft call was like a thunderclap, stunning Ying Yi completely. He stared blankly at Zi'er's open eyes, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. The coldness in his eyes melted instantly, replaced by a surge of intense joy, and even his voice became slightly hoarse: "I'm here. You're awake?"

Zi'er nodded gently, her gaze falling on his face. She saw that his eyes were dark and bloodshot, and there was a faint bluish stubble on his chin. His usually neat black outfit was wrinkled and smelled faintly of medicine and blood, indicating that he had not taken care of himself for a long time.

A warmth mixed with a pang of pain welled up in her heart, and she whispered, "How long have you been watching over me?"

Yingyi tucked the blanket around her, avoiding her gaze. Her voice was still a little hoarse, but she deliberately softened it: "Not long, just two days of guarding."

He didn't want her to worry, so he deliberately kept it a secret for a day, unaware that the weariness in his eyes had already given everything away.

Zi'er looked at the dark circles under his eyes, her mind clear as day. She gently raised her hand, wanting to touch his face, but as soon as she moved, she aggravated the wound on her shoulder, and the pain made her gasp, and her hand fell heavily to her side.

Yingyi immediately reached out and pressed down on her shoulder, his eyes filled with anxiety: "Don't move! The wound has just scabbed over, if you break it, you'll suffer again."

His palm, slightly cool in temperature, rested on Zi'er's shoulder with a gentle touch, yet with an unyielding firmness.

Seeing his anxious expression, Zi'er's eyes reddened slightly, and she said softly, "Go and rest. I'm fine. The maids in the manor will take care of me."

Yingyi shook her head, picked up the warm water beside her, poured a glass, and held it to her lips: "Drink the water first, don't worry about the rest."

His tone remained calm, yet carried an unyielding stubbornness, clearly indicating his determination to continue protecting her.

Zi'er couldn't refuse him, so she opened her mouth and drank a few mouthfuls of warm water. The water moistened her chapped lips, making her feel much better.

She leaned against the soft pillows, watching Yingyi bustling around, tidying up the medicine bowls by the bedside, and then picking up the candied fruit that Ling'er had brought, peeling one and holding it to her lips: "Ling'er said that eating a candied fruit can help suppress the bitterness of the medicine."

Zi'er opened her mouth and put the candied fruit in her mouth. The sweet taste melted in her mouth, suppressing the bitterness of the medicine in her mouth and sweetening her heart.

She looked at Yingyi's profile and saw that he still had that cold and hard look, but the tenderness in his eyes could not be hidden. A pang of sadness rose in her heart, and she whispered, "Yingyi, that day on the official road, I thought I was going to die!"

Before he could finish speaking, Yingyi interrupted him, his voice trembling slightly: "Don't talk nonsense."

He dared not imagine what would have happened to him if he had arrived even a moment later that day, if Zi'er had truly left him. The thought of that scene gripped his heart like a knife, causing him unbearable pain.

Zi'er looked at his tense jawline and knew he was feeling unwell, so she smiled gently and changed the subject: "How are things between the Crown Princess and the Princess?"

Ying nodded and reached out to tidy up the stray hairs on her forehead: "Yes, they were all safely sent back to the Dongping Prince's Mansion, especially the Princess. She was very worried about you and sent someone to ask you if you had woken up almost every day!"

His fingertips brushed across her forehead, the movement gentle and tender.

As they were talking, a maid came in carrying a bowl of freshly cooked bird's nest porridge. Yingyi took the bowl, dismissed the maid, scooped up a spoonful herself, blew on it to cool it down, and then offered it to Zier's lips.

Zi'er opened her mouth and drank it. The porridge was cooked until soft, sweet, and melted in her mouth, with a faint fragrance of bird's nest. She watched Ying Yi feed her spoonful by spoonful, and her heart was filled with warmth. He must have been watching over her without sleep for the past three days, otherwise how could he have become so haggard?