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Yuan Lie was soaking in the bathtub with his eyes closed, his cheeks flushed purple. In his drowsy state, he was muttering something unintelligible...

Jiang Qingyan closed the door, walked to the bathtub, and slowly squatted down. She called his name a few times, but when there was no response, she touched his forehead and found it was burning hot…

She then brought her ear close to Yuan Lie's lips and heard him muttering, "Husband... I miss you..."

Jiang Qingyan reached into the bathtub and touched the water; it was so cold that she quickly pulled her hand out…

How could Yuan Lie take a cold bath on such a cold day?

Jiang Qingyan shook Yuan Lie's shoulder and shouted, "Yuan Lie, wake up! You have a fever!"

No matter how much she shook him or called his name, it was no use. He kept his eyes tightly shut, calling out Jiang Qingyan's name...

Jiang Qingyan pinched her arm, which had regained some feeling, gritted her teeth, and lifted Yuan Lie out of the bathtub.

Then, supporting his arm, I took off all his wet clothes and thoroughly dried him off before carrying him to bed and covering him with a blanket.

She wanted to find Green Medicine to brew some medicine for Yuan Lie, but as soon as she turned around, Yuan Lie grabbed her hand.

He half-closed his eyes and murmured, "Husband...don't leave me..."

Jiang Qingyan turned around and saw a tear in the corner of Yuan Lie's eye.

I never imagined this little wolf cub could have such a vulnerable side...

Jiang Qingyan tenderly touched Yuan Lie's burning hot face and said softly, "My husband won't abandon you. He just wanted to get you some medicine..."

Yuan Lie, slightly out of breath, pulled Jiang Qingyan into his arms and captured her lips with his own, mumbling indistinctly, "My husband is my medicine..."

After kissing for a long time, Yuan Lie's tongue suddenly stopped. Jiang Qingyan slightly raised her head, and Yuan Lie fainted again...

Jiang Qingyan quickly ran to Lvyao's room and brought her over.

After carefully taking his pulse, Green Medicine sighed softly, "Alas~ This Young Master Yuan is so careless with his health. He soaked in cold water all night in this freezing weather... His typhoid fever won't heal for at least half a month..."

Jiang Qingyan sighed helplessly. This little wolfhound had only just arrived in Da'an and hadn't even had a proper look around before catching a cold. It was truly pitiful...

After the medicine was brewed, Jiang Qingyan was worried that Yuan Lie wouldn't be able to drink it while he was unconscious, so she fed him the medicine mouth-to-mouth, also taking the opportunity to drink some to ward off the cold...

When Mo Ting returned after making the ginger soup, he saw that the bed was empty and couldn't help but frown...

Seriously... why is my husband running off again...?

Seeing that Yuan Lie's fever gradually subsided and his complexion improved after drinking the medicine, Jiang Qingyan was relieved and quietly left the side hall.

But as soon as she opened the door, she was met with Mo Ting's resentful gaze.

Mo Ting's brows were furrowed, his thin lips were pursed, and he was holding a bowl of steaming ginger soup in his hand.

Jiang Qingyan lowered her eyes guiltily, gently closed the door, and then accepted the ginger soup from Mo Ting with a forced smile.

She tilted her head back and drank the whole bowl of ginger soup in one gulp, even swallowing the ginger shreds.

Seeing that her husband had drunk the wine so cleanly, Mo Ting's expression softened slightly.

Jiang Qingyan quickly took Mo Ting's arm and said sweetly, "My darling little Tingting's cooking is so good~ This ginger soup isn't spicy at all~ and the temperature is just right~"

Mo Ting rolled his eyes at her, displeased, and said, "I carried this bowl of ginger soup from the small kitchen to the bedchamber, and then from the bedchamber to the side hall. The wind was cold all the way there, so of course the temperature is just right..."

Jiang Qingyan laughed awkwardly, "Ah...hahaha...this ginger soup is really lucky, it even wandered around before going into my stomach...ha...ha...I'm sorry...I shouldn't have run around and made you worry..."

Seeing that Mo Ting didn't smile at all, Jiang Qingyan quickly dropped her frivolous expression, lowered her head, and apologized earnestly...

Mo Ting sighed helplessly, "Husband, I didn't mean to blame you, I was just worried you'd catch a cold..."

That's just how her husband is; he's always incredibly sincere when he admits his mistakes, but that doesn't stop him from repeating them next time...

He himself, though fully aware of his husband's character, still forgave him so easily every time...

Seeing that Mo Ting was finally no longer angry, Jiang Qingyan quickly leaned over and kissed him on the lips, then hugged Mo Ting's neck and said coquettishly, "Hug me~"

Feeling a ticklish sensation from Jiang Qingyan's teasing, Mo Ting curled his lips, bent down, picked her up, and strode back to his bedchamber.

Even after Liang Cheng sent word that it was lunchtime, Jiang Qingyan remained in bed, clinging tightly to Mo Ting.

Liang Cheng remained as sensible as ever, adhering to the principle of not listening to or looking at anything improper. He only glanced at the screen in front of the bed before turning his head away and silently setting out the bowls and chopsticks on the table.

Mo Ting kissed Jiang Qingyan's forehead affectionately and said softly, "Husband, it's time to get up, lest the others come over and get jealous when they see us like this."

Jiang Qingyan rubbed her head against Mo Ting's chest and said lazily, "Okay... Anyway, I don't have anything to do this afternoon, and I'm not going out, so I don't need to wear the gauze. It's too tight and I can't breathe."

Mo Ting slowly got up, put on his clothes, walked to the wardrobe, picked out a loose and comfortable long shirt for Jiang Qingyan to wear, and then took her hand and walked to the table to sit down.

A moment later, other men also entered the hall, but their eyes all fell on Jiang Qingyan's neck.

Feeling the intense gazes of a pack of "wolves," Jiang Qingyan coughed shyly and said, "Stop looking, sit down and eat..."

The group swallowed hard and obediently sat down at the table.

Seeing that Yuan Lie was still absent, Yi Luo curled her lip and complained, "I didn't realize that kid surnamed Yuan had such backbone. He hasn't come to eat for two meals. Looks like he's still not hungry enough..."

Jiang Qingyan rolled her eyes at him and explained, "Yuan Lie took a cold bath all night last night and accidentally caught typhoid fever. He's unconscious in his bedchamber."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked surprised. Winter was almost here, and Yuan Lie was still taking a cold bath? And he stayed in it all night...?

Could it be that he went mad because his night of service to the emperor was too late?

Yi Luo pursed her lips and said nothing more.

But inwardly, she still thought to herself: That guy is really cunning... He deliberately took a cold bath to catch a cold, hoping to make her husband feel sorry for him and thus win his favor...

Jiang Qingyan glanced at Yi Luo's unconvinced expression and guessed what he was thinking. She continued, "Yuan Lie's typhoid fever is quite serious. He needs to stay in bed for half a month to recover. If you have nothing to do during the day, go and talk to him more."

Everyone nodded obediently upon hearing this, except for Yi Luo, who tilted his head and pouted, looking indifferent.

Jiang Qingyan narrowed her eyes and threatened, "Yi Luo, if you continue to disobey, I might cancel your night of service this time!"