My lord, hold me tight! (Quick Transmigration)

"Your Highness, you mustn't!" The military doctors tried to stop her, but because of their status, they dared not touch her body and could only watch helplessly as Song Nuan entered the room.

Looking at the man lying on the bed, who had suddenly become listless, Song Nuan felt a mix of emotions. Usually, she saw Mu Qianyan standing tall and elegant, wearing a mask and engaging in lively conversations with others; or sitting upright and handling official business with seriousness; or secretly smiling smugly whenever she was humiliated.

Song Nuan found it hard to accept that Mu Qianyan was now lying motionless in bed. It was as if he had been telling her about the severity of the epidemic just a moment ago, but then he collapsed and couldn't get up.

As Song Nuan approached, Mu Qianyan's already tired and somewhat haggard face became even more heartbreaking due to his illness. She reached out and touched his forehead; it was frighteningly hot, just like those who had a persistent high fever in the early stages of an epidemic.

Song Nuan stared at Mu Qianyan for a long while before leaving the room.

When the military doctors saw her come out, they immediately bowed and greeted her: "Your Highness!"

"I just checked on the Prince's condition. He has a persistent high fever. Do any of the military doctors have a treatment?" Song Nuan asked in a deep voice. Her face was backlit and not very clear, so it was impossible to tell her expression at that moment.

"This..." The military doctors looked at each other, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"...Your Highness, the epidemic is severe, and we have no clue what to do!" An older military doctor stepped forward, knelt down in front of Song Nuan, and told her the truth.

The princess remained silent for a long time after hearing this, and the atmosphere froze. The military doctors could only hold their breath and wait, wondering where the sense of danger rising from the tailbone came from.

"Oh? The army doctors have no solution?" Song Nuan sneered. "Then think of one for me! If anything happens to the Prince, none of you will escape!"

The military doctors took a deep breath. Faced with Song Nuan's threat, they dared not say anything more. The sudden oppressive aura of the princess made them afraid to even breathe. They could only blush and say "yes" without daring to argue. It seemed that they could only wait and see.

Soon the prescription was drawn up. The army doctors said it was a prescription that could reduce fever, so Song Nuan handed it over to Mu Qianyan's personal attendant, A Lu, to prepare it, while she prepared to go back into the room to take care of Mu Qianyan.

"Your Highness, you mustn't! You absolutely mustn't!" The old military doctor who had just knelt down stopped Song Nuan in front of her. "The prince's illness is severe; it will infect you!"

"Yes, yes!" the army doctors echoed.

“The prince is my husband. If I don’t take care of him in this most critical moment, who will?” After saying that, Song Nuan walked in without looking back.

The military doctors exchanged glances, marveling at the deep affection between the princess and the prince.

Over the next few days, Song Nuan took care of Mu Qianyan almost constantly. After feeding him several doses of medicine, his fever only subsided once, but now he started vomiting and having diarrhea again, throwing up all the medicine he had drunk and the porridge that Song Nuan had fed him.

Song Nuan immediately summoned the military doctors and came up with a new prescription, which barely managed to control Mu Qianyan's condition. However, seeing Mu Qianyan's increasingly thin face, dragging it out like this was not a solution.

Fortunately, news of the plague in the city reached the Emperor's ears with General An's victorious return. It was also learned that Mu Qianyan had contracted the plague. The Empress Dowager was anxious, as the child was her own and whom she had always loved dearly. So she asked the Emperor to send the imperial physicians from the palace to help.

However, the Emperor was more than happy for Mu Qianyan to die unexpectedly outside, so that the Wen family would no longer covet the throne. The Empress Dowager, having sought medical help in vain and having spent many years in the palace, knew exactly what the Emperor was thinking. In the end, she had no choice but to secretly contact the Wen family and arrange a deal between them and the Emperor.

Because of this deal, the Emperor greatly weakened the Wen family's real power, so he readily agreed and immediately dispatched ten highly skilled imperial physicians to the epicenter of the epidemic to assist in the treatment of the Ninth Prince.

The arrival of the imperial physicians brought the epidemic under control, and they finally developed an antidote three days later. However, the chance of survival was only about 20%, a pitifully small number. But it was still a ray of hope, so Song Nuan immediately contacted the imperial physicians to change Mu Qianyan's prescription. After being given the medicine, he gradually recovered.

For a moment, the originally gloomy and heavy city shrouded in the epidemic seemed to have less of a dark cloud hanging over it.

As Mu Qianyan's condition improved and the prescription was gradually perfected, the survival rate of the epidemic treatment also gradually increased. Now the epidemic has been completely brought under control, the sky over the epidemic city has cleared up for a while, and the people finally saw the long-awaited ease on their faces.

Mu Qianyan fully regained consciousness half a month after he contracted the plague.

"Ayan, come on, drink some medicine first!" Song Nuan coaxed Mu Qianyan, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, to open his mouth.

Then, Mu Qianyan opened his mouth and slowly opened his eyelids, looking at her with some confusion: "...What... happened to me?"

"Ayan, you're finally awake! You..." Song Nuan exclaimed in surprise, but choked up before she could finish her sentence, only looking at him with joy.

Seeing him looking at her with tears in his eyes, Mu Qianyan was completely bewildered. He had been unconscious for half a month and had no idea what had happened.

"Clang!" Following the sound, a servant-looking man walked in from outside, slamming the copper basin he was holding onto the ground, splashing hot water all over the floor.

"Master, you've finally woken up!" This servant was none other than Alu, the personal attendant. For the past half month, Song Nuan and Alu had been taking care of Mu Qianyan.

"Alu, don't shout! Tell me what happened first!" Mu Qianyan tried to sit up, but his body was too weak and he fell back down.

Alu quickly stepped forward to help Mu Qianyan sit up straight, glanced at the Princess Consort who was covering her face and weeping with joy, and then said, "Your Highness, you don't know, you've been unconscious for more than half a month. That day you..."

A-Lu recounted the whole story to Mu Qianyan.

"How is the epidemic now?" Mu Qianyan's primary concern was not his own health, but the people in the epidemic-stricken city.

"Your Highness, the plague is now under control. The prescription developed by the imperial physicians and military doctors is very effective; you gradually recovered after taking this medicine," Alu continued. "Your Highness, you don't know that the Princess Consort has been..."

"Ah Lu, stop talking. The prince has just woken up and needs to recuperate. Go and fetch some water for him to wash and groom," Song Nuan interrupted Ah Lu and instructed.

"Yes," Alu replied respectfully.

Mu Qianyan looked at Alu's respect for Song Nuan with surprise in his eyes, a thoughtful look flashing across them.

"Ah... Your Highness, please drink your medicine first!" Song Nuan raised the medicine bowl and walked towards Mu Qianyan.

Knowing that his body was still weak and he couldn't force himself, Mu Qianyan drank the bitter Chinese medicine in the bowl with Song Nuan's help.

He rinsed his mouth to get rid of the bitter taste before looking up at Song Nuan.

Her once beautiful face had become much thinner, and her almond-shaped eyes, still glistening with moisture, stood out even more. Her lips had lost some color, which made her appear somewhat fragile and pitiful. Mu Qianyan noticed the faint dark circles under her eyes and recalled Alu's unfinished words. He hadn't expected Song Nuan to care about him so much, risking infection from him to take care of him. Was she really as infatuated with him as Song Nuan had initially claimed?

Mu Qianyan's slightly confused gaze fell on Song Nuan.

He didn't realize that he was somewhat afraid to bear this heavy feeling...

"You can go now," Mu Qianyan said calmly, his expression showing a hint of aloofness and indifference.

Song Nuan glanced at him and saw the coldness on his handsome face. She was a little confused until she saw the impatience on his face. Then she realized what was going on and lowered her head to retreat.

"Your Highness?" Alu asked, holding the freshly boiled hot water, as he saw Song Nuan walking out of the room.

"Take good care of the prince." Song Nuan left with these words.

A-Lu felt strange. Shouldn't the prince be spending some time with the princess?

He went in, looked at the prince leaning against the bed, and said, "Your Highness, the princess..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was silenced by a glare from Mu Qianyan and dared not say another word.

"Don't forget who your master is." Mu Qianyan's calm words startled Alu, who immediately replied "Yes" and dared not say anything more, diligently serving Mu Qianyan.

Seven days later, Mu Qianyan's body, which had been weakened by the epidemic, gradually recovered through recuperation. Song Nuan had thought of visiting Mu Qianyan during these days, but each time she was stopped by A Lu, who was blocking the door and seemed to want to say something but then stopped.

If it weren't for Mu Qianyan's instructions, why would Alu have stopped her? Song Nuan didn't know why Mu Qianyan suddenly started to distance himself from her after waking up.

The plague in the city had been brought under control, and the death toll was gradually decreasing. With Mu Qianyan's recovery, everyone knew it was time to return to the capital to report. So, on the orders of the Ninth Prince, some soldiers and military doctors were left behind to continue treatment, and then Mu Qianyan led a large group of people to the capital.

Mu Qianyan's health had improved considerably, so he rode off with his soldiers, leaving Song Nuan alone in the carriage.

She had barely seen Mu Qianyan in the past few days, and she didn't know what was wrong with him. She felt both annoyed and confused.

After that, they didn't even put on a show of affection in front of others. When they checked into the inn, they didn't even bother with the formalities anymore. They went straight to separate rooms with Song Nuan and slept in separate rooms, no longer caring about the spies around them all the time.

The old military doctors who had witnessed Song Nuan's unwavering devotion to Mu Qianyan dared not say much when they saw the prince's behavior; they could only sigh at the series of changes.

Song Nuan lay on the bed alone for a long time, unable to figure out why Mu Qianyan treated her this way. So she followed her own will and went straight to Mu Qianyan's door, saying to the guards on night watch, "I want to see the Prince!"

Seeing the usually gentle princess become unusually assertive, her beautiful face revealing a resolute and strong expression, the guards exchanged glances, not daring to meet her eyes. Remembering Mu Qianyan's instructions, they could only bow and say, "His Highness has already gone to bed. Please come again tomorrow, Princess!"

Song Nuan ignored him, taking advantage of the fact that the others dared not touch her, pushed open the door and strode into the room, walking towards Mu Qianyan, who was lying on the bed reading by lamplight.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!" The guards followed them in.

Mu Qianyan had already heard Song Nuan's voice. After this commotion, he calmly spoke to the group of guards, saying, "Don't stop them, all of you, go down."