The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Yun Shang, who was standing by, widened her eyes upon seeing this, and then she walked to the carriage door and stood there quietly.

She didn't get out of the carriage because she was concerned about her sister's reputation.

Besides, Yun Shang had seen everything along the way and she believed in Lord Xie's character.

Beside the couch, Xie Zhiyan closed his eyes and used a little strength in his hands to push Jiang Wantang.

But the latter clung to him even tighter, burying her head in his chest, speaking in a wronged tone and acting coquettishly in a soft and sweet voice.

"A Yuan...I want to be hugged..."

Xie Zhiyan froze instantly, his breathing became rapid, and he became a little flustered.

He clenched his hands into fists, put them behind his back, and dared not move.

The instigator is completely clueless and keeps doing evil things.

Jiang Wantang leaned in his arms, murmuring softly, calling out to A Yuan, her head rubbing against his chest.

It was a charming look that Xie Zhiyan had never seen before.

It's not hard to see that she's probably even more shy and powerless next to that man, letting him take advantage of her...

She called his name again and again.

At that moment, Xie Zhiyan's heart suddenly tightened, as if something was holding his breathing back, causing his heart and lungs to ache.

Until a sharp fox claw grabbed Xie Zhiyan's chest, and a deafening voice came from the depths of his soul.

He said: Xie Zhiyan, you are doomed...

Xie Zhiyan opened his eyes, and a smile of bitter relief appeared on his cold and handsome face.

Just plant it...

He suddenly recalled that when Jiang Wantang first met him, she angrily scolded him in the Dali Temple prison cell as a fame-seeker, and he smiled self-deprecatingly.

Xie Zhiyan lowered his eyes. Jiang Wantang had already found a comfortable position in his arms and had calmed down.

The faint candlelight shone faintly on her peaceful face, and her long eyelashes like crow feathers trembled slightly.

She still occasionally calls him "A Yuan," out of habit and dependence...

Xie Zhiyan looked at her deeply, and his low and hoarse voice fell on Jiang Wantang's head.

He said: "I'm sorry, I took advantage of someone..."

"All the mistakes are mine, not yours."

After saying that, he stood up and put her back on the bed, covered her with the quilt, then quickly turned around and got off the carriage.

No unnecessary stops.

This short period of time was the most torturous and longest time that Xie Zhiyan had felt in the past eighteen years.

Thousands of emotions surge like huge waves in the sea, entangled into knots, and finally can only be left to sink into silence.

He had always been upright and calm since he was little, but he finally lost control and lost his composure.

Even though he knew she was cunning, eccentric, and full of nonsense, he still inevitably fell into her trap...

When Lu Jinan saw Xie Zhiyan coming down, he wanted to go up and ask a few questions, but seeing that the latter had a cold face and an attitude that said no strangers should approach him, he gave up.

Xie Zhiyan asked the followers who were standing guard in the distance to rest, and he stood there alone to guard.

What kept repeating in my mind was Jiang Wantang's whispered calls.

Xie Zhiyan had never heard of anyone calling someone's name like this. Every time she called out "A Yuan", he felt as if a needle was pricking his heart for no reason.

He leaned against a big tree and looked up at the moon in the sky.

The moon in the sky and the snow on earth cannot be sought.

Nor can you own...

he knows.

He knows it all.

Knowing it doesn't mean you can let it go...

Everything in the world can be controlled, but the only thing that cannot be controlled is the heart.

As he watched, Xie Zhiyan's eyes were filled with paranoid hostility, and he smiled gently.

In this way, he stood under the big tree for a whole night, watching the moon set and the sun rise.

That night, the night breeze was cool and the shadows of the trees were swaying.

Xie Zhiyan looked up at the sky. The bright moon in the sky seemed to have rained heavily, and no one knew about it except him.

In the second half of the night, the attendant brought the doctor back, who took the pulse of Jiang Wantang and Yun Shang, examined them, and prescribed medicine.

Lu Jinan boiled medicine for them and took care of them while they drank it.

He never showed up at the entire Xie Zhi banquet.

The next few days were like this. Lu Jinan took care of the two of them, and Xie Zhiyan never interfered in anything concerning Jiang Wantang, nor did he appear in front of her again.

When Jiang Wantang woke up the next day, she had no recollection of what happened that night.

When Jiang Wantang had almost recovered, the group arrived at Changzhou, the disaster relief center, as planned.

After arriving here, Lu Jinan was still responsible for arranging all of Jiang Wantang's food, clothing, housing and transportation.

After Xie Zhiyan met up with Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, they began to travel non-stop to various towns and villages to deal with flood issues and resettle refugees.

After Jiang Wantang and Yun Shang were settled, Lu Jinan brought an old military doctor to take Jiang Wantang's pulse and examine her.

When Jiang Wantang saw the person coming, she looked at Lu Jinan suspiciously and asked, "Am I not already well?"

Lu Jinan smiled and replied readily, "Young lady, your body is precious. We dare not slack off. Let the doctor take another look at you to make sure you are okay so we can rest assured."

Jiang Wantang frowned and didn't say much. She put her wrist on the table. The old doctor had a calm expression. He gently placed his fingers on Jiang Wantang's pulse and closed his eyes to concentrate.

After a moment, he opened his eyes, stroked his beard, and said with a complicated expression: "Strange..."

With just one sentence, Yun Shang and Lu Jinan who were present were frightened.

Jiang Wantang's face was calm as he asked calmly, "Why is it strange?"

The old doctor pondered for a moment before slowly speaking, "It's true that the young lady has a cold, but judging by her pulse, there's a pure yang energy in her body that's softening the cold."

"Pure Yang energy?" Jiang Wantang frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

When Lu Jinan heard these words, his pupils trembled, and he quickly explained: "Ah... well, when you were sick, you put a lot of warming and nourishing herbs in the soup you made. This must be the reason."

The old doctor wanted to say something else after hearing this, but Lu Jinan quickly changed the subject and asked, "Doctor, don't talk about things we don't understand. Just tell us directly, how is our daughter's health? Is she in trouble?"

The old doctor nodded and said, "Don't worry, judging from her pulse, this girl should be fine."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jinan and Yun Shang, who were standing by, both breathed a sigh of relief to varying degrees.

Only Jiang Wantang lowered his eyes, looking at his wrist, not knowing what he was thinking.

When Lu Jinan was seeing the old doctor off, Jiang Wantang stopped him and asked calmly, "Where's Xie Zhiyan?"

Lu Jinan turned around and replied calmly, "Sir... he's gone to a nearby town to deal with the flood. He won't be back for a while."

"If you need anything, just tell me."