Quick Transmigration: My Host's Darling Little Darling

Upon hearing that Feng Yun had woken up, everyone rushed to see him.

There was also the imperial physician whom Marquis Jingyuan had invited from the palace.

When they opened the door, Sheng Yuan was wiping Feng Yun's mouth with a handkerchief.

Seeing someone approaching, Feng Yun quickly turned his head away. Sheng Yuan was amused by his action and withdrew his hand.

The imperial physician took Feng Yun's pulse and prescribed new medicine.

Sheng Yuan stood up and offered his seat to the Lady of the Marquis.

When Lady Hou saw her son wake up, she couldn't stop her tears from flowing.

"It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up..."

“Father-in-law, Ziyuan has just woken up and needs to rest. Mother-in-law must have something to say to Ziyuan, so why don’t we go to the front hall first?” Shengyuan suggested to Marquis Jingyuan.

Marquis Jingyuan was initially shocked by Shengyuan's way of addressing his son. According to his status, there was nothing wrong with using a courtesy name, but he did not expect that Shengyuan would gain his son's trust so quickly.

"What you say is true. Since it is a joyous occasion, why don't you all go to the front hall to celebrate?"

As soon as Marquis Jingyuan spoke, everyone left.

After everyone left, only Feng Yun and his mother, Chen, remained.

"My Yoona!"

Ms. Chen felt both relieved and distressed.

“Mother, I’m alright, please don’t cry.” Feng Yun’s eyes welled up with tears as he looked at his haggard mother.

"Yes, Mother, don't cry. It's a joyous occasion that my son has woken up. Mother is happy."

Mrs. Chen quickly wiped away her tears with a handkerchief.

"This marriage was arranged so suddenly, it's really unfair to marry you off to a man, but for your illness, your parents have no other choice." Lady Hou thought of Pei Ze and asked, "How does he treat you? Has he harbored any resentment because of this marriage, and taken it out on you?"

"Don't worry, he didn't."

"That's good. I saw him change out of his wedding clothes, so he's probably not happy with this marriage. Don't argue with him from now on. If he upsets you, just send someone to the Marquis's mansion. With your father there, he'll definitely be able to help you get revenge. Do you understand?"

"Mother, don't worry, I have my own plans. Besides, Young Master Pei changed his clothes because he was afraid of the smell of alcohol on me. He is a reasonable person and I don't think he will make things too difficult for me," Feng Yun explained to the Lady of the Marquis.

"If that's the case, then it's for the best. I mean, just in case, just in case you're not happy here, you must remember that you still have the Marquis's mansion behind you, and your father is here, so no one can mistreat you." The Marquis's wife held Feng Yun's hand and carefully instructed him.

"I see."

Feng Yun felt a warm feeling in her heart.

After the mother and son had a heart-to-heart talk, Lady Hou came out, only to find Sheng Yuan waiting for her in the corridor outside.

"Mother-in-law," Sheng Yuan greeted her.

Lady Hou awkwardly returned the greeting. She wanted to ask him what he was doing there, but then she saw that the servant next to him was carrying a bowl of medicine that was being cooled. So she left without saying anything.

After Lady Hou left, Sheng Yuan entered the room, where Feng Yun was in a daze.

As the sound of the voice drew nearer, Feng Yun smelled the bitter aroma of medicine. He looked up and saw the voice holding a bowl of medicine, which was being handed to him.

Feng Yun felt an itch in his throat and couldn't help coughing.

Upon seeing this, Sheng Yuan quickly stepped forward and patted his back to help him catch his breath.

His voice was much louder than Feng Yun's, and his movements made it seem as if he was half-circling Feng Yun.

Feng Yun could smell a faint scent of alcohol and a delicate, clean jasmine fragrance from Sheng Yuan. The jasmine fragrance was stronger when he first met Sheng Yuan, probably from the scent left over from his bath.

Seeing Sheng Yuan's actions, Feng Yun had a momentary urge to snuggle into Sheng Yuan's arms.

"This is insane," Feng Yun thought to himself.

Feng Yun coughed until his face turned red, and tears involuntarily streamed down his face. He was sitting on the headboard, his breathing still a little rapid. Sheng Yuan reached out and gently wiped away the tears on his cheeks.

This was a simple physiological reaction, but the scene before him warmed Sheng Yuan's heart.

Sheng Yuan's warm fingers brushed across Feng Yun's cheek, and for some reason, Feng Yun had the urge to rub his cheek against Sheng Yuan's hand.

Feng Yun turned her head slightly to avoid it.

[Ding! Target's affection level: 32%]

Seeing that he wasn't embarrassed by the reaction, Sheng Yuan said, "Drink the medicine, it should make you feel better."

Before Sheng Yuan could even pick up the bowl, Feng Yun spoke up: "I have the strength in my hands, so there's no need to trouble Young Master Pei."

"Okay." Sheng Yuan chuckled and handed the medicine to him.

Feng Yun held the bowl of dark medicine, frowned, and then held his breath and drank it all in one gulp.

The excessively bitter medicine made Feng Yun frown, his whole face scrunched up.

Sheng Yuan poured Feng Yun a glass of water to help him suppress the bitterness in his mouth.

"Thank you."

"No need to be so polite with me." Sheng Yuan told Sui Yun to take the bowl away, since there were only the two of them in the room.

Feng Yun was actually quite tired, and it was getting dark. He wanted to rest but didn't know how to bring it up.

Sheng Yuan noticed his exhaustion. "It's getting late, you should go to bed."

Feng Yun looked up and saw that Sheng Yuan had taken off his outer robe.

“You…” Feng Yun’s eyes were filled with shock.

Sheng Yuan leaned forward calmly, "On our wedding night, Zi Yuan, are you going to kick me out?"

"No, I just didn't expect Young Master Pei to stay."

Feng Yun realized that although the marriage was arranged to bring good luck, it was still a real marriage, and in principle, he was now this man's husband.

If a husband leaves the bridal chamber on his wedding night, it signifies his dissatisfaction with his wife, which will inevitably affect his reputation.

He might not care, but the reputation of the eldest sister and half-sister of the Marquis's family would be damaged.

There's not much that can be done by two men sleeping in the same bed, especially since he's a sick person with limited mobility.

“Since Ziyuan is here, I will naturally stay.” Sheng Yuan got into bed naturally and looked at Feng Yun, who was still dressed in her wedding attire: “Do you need me to help Ziyuan take off her outer garment?”

Feng Yun realized what was happening and panicked instantly: "No, just do it yourself."

Feng Yun quickly took off her wedding dress, leaving only her red undergarment.

The fabric of this inner garment is excellent and will not be uncomfortable.

Feng Yun nervously slept on the inside of the bed. This was the first time since he could remember that someone had slept in the same bed with him, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

The medicine prescribed by the imperial physician contained a sleeping pill, and Feng Yun obediently lay down next to Sheng Yuan and fell asleep not long after.

Sheng Yuan felt the steady breathing of the person beside him, turned his head, and looked at Feng Yun.

Feng Yun wasn't skin and bones; he was just a little thin. As a young master of the Marquis's mansion, he had always been pampered and pampered, so even if he was born weak, he wouldn't be too thin.

Feng Yun didn't sleep very soundly; his brows were still furrowed, and after a while, he curled up on his side.

Sheng Yuan watched as Feng Yun, still asleep, carefully moved into his arms. Only when he touched Feng Yun's body did he understand why.

"Sigh~"

Feng Yun's hands and feet were ice cold. Under the same blanket, he subconsciously moved closer to the heat source, his hands touching Sheng Yuan's chest and his feet pressed against Sheng Yuan's calves.

Sheng Yuan gently adjusted Feng Yun's sleeping position, reaching his arm under the back of his neck to free his head from the blanket, preventing him from having difficulty breathing.

Perhaps it was warmer, Feng Yun's furrowed brows relaxed, her hand moved from Sheng Yuan's chest to his waist and abdomen, her fair face unconsciously rubbed against Sheng Yuan's shoulder twice, and she fell asleep peacefully.