After the delicate and soft-spoken wife gave up, the aloof and powerful minister embraced her and sh

Half an hour later, Su Ye sent someone to deliver the decocted medicine.

Shen Fuhan was still fast asleep. After much deliberation, Wen Jiayue decided to wake him up.

After nudging Shen Fuhan a few times, he slowly opened his eyes.

Wen Jiayue helped him up: "My lord, get up and take your medicine."

Shen Fuhan asked, "How do we drink it?"

Wen Jiayue was taken aback: "Of course you'll drink it yourself. Do you expect me to feed you?"

In the past, she would have personally fed him his medicine and taken care of him with all her might until he recovered.

But now, she just wants to do things in the easiest way possible.

Upon hearing this, Shen Fuhan took the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

Wen Jiayue was startled. The medicine was still a little hot, and he drank it all like that?

She asked, "Would you like some water?"

A bitter taste spread through his mouth, but Shen Fuhan shook his head.

"No need."

"Then you can continue sleeping."

Wen Jiayue took the empty bowl, got up to leave, but he grabbed her arm.

"Where are you going?"

Even while ill, he possessed immense strength, and Wen Jiayue was nearly pulled down to sit by him.

"I'll go deliver the bowls."

“Send a maid,” he said firmly, looking at her. “You stay here with me.”

Wen Jiayue stared at him in surprise. Shen Fuhan, who was ill, couldn't be separated from someone by his side?

Considering his illness, she did not insist and summoned Ruyi.

Ruyi took the bowl away and asked, "Madam, is there anything else you would like me to do?"

Before Wen Jiayue could speak, Shen Fuhan said, "You may leave."

Wen Jiayue frowned and said, "This is my maid."

Shen Fuhan coughed twice, looking pained.

Seeing that he was in pain, Wen Jiayue didn't say anything more and told Ruyi to leave.

The room fell silent, and the two fell silent once more.

Wen Jiayue said, "Doctor Su said you didn't sleep well last night, so you should go to sleep, Lord Marquis."

She originally wanted to ask him what he meant by calling "A-Yue" in her dream, but she was afraid that she was just imagining things.

Perhaps she was hallucinating; he hadn't actually said anything.

Unexpectedly, Shen Fuhan took the initiative to ask, "Did I talk in my sleep just now?"

Wen Jiayue paused for a moment before speaking: "You seem to have said the word 'Fufei'."

Shen Fuhan clenched his fists; he had indeed dreamt of his second brother.

"Any more?"

Wen Jiayue pursed her lips and said, "Yes, but I didn't hear the rest clearly."

Shen Fuhan scrutinized her sharply and asked, "You really didn't hear me?"

Wen Jiayue retorted, "Why would I lie to you?"

“Whatever you hear, forget it immediately,” Shen Fuhan said seriously. “Don’t be curious, and don’t try to find out.”

Wen Jiayue vaguely felt that he was talking about her second brother, Shen Fufei.

But Shen Fufei has been dead for four years, and she has never seen him. Why should she be curious about his affairs?

Could there be more to his death than meets the eye?

Wen Jiayue didn't speak, she just nodded.

Even if there were hidden reasons, she wouldn't get involved; she was too busy with her own affairs.

She tucked the blanket around him and said, "My lord, please go to sleep."

Shen Fuhan didn't sleep; he kept watching her.

His gaze was like that of a hawk, fixed on her, but like a predator eyeing its prey, ready to pounce at any moment.

Wen Jiayue felt uncomfortable under his gaze and stood up, saying, "If you're afraid I'll hear anything else, Lord Marquis, I'll just leave and won't come back in."

Shen Fuhan pulled her back again.

"do not go."

Wen Jiayue sighed: "If I don't leave, are you going to stay awake?"

"I can hold on, you're not allowed to leave."

"Okay, I promise you, I won't leave."

He was happy to go through all this trouble, so Wen Jiayue went along with it, taking out a storybook from a hidden compartment by the bed and starting to read it.

A short while later, she gently turned a page and glanced at the bed.

Shen Fuhan was already asleep.

Long eyelashes obscured his indifferent eyes; his nose was high and straight; his thin lips were pressed into a straight line; and his jawline was clear and sharp.

But overall, her sleeping face was much gentler than her usual aloof demeanor.

Wen Jiayue shook her head. "You thought you could hold on? How come you fell asleep so quickly?"

Seeing that he was sleeping peacefully, Wen Jiayue went out. She hadn't had breakfast yet and was a little hungry.

When she returned, Shen Fuhan was already awake, calmly gazing at her.

"Didn't we agree not to leave?"

Wen Jiayue felt a little guilty, but then said confidently, "I'm hungry. Does the Marquis not allow me to eat?"

You can eat here.

"I'm afraid of disturbing your sleep."

"I'm not afraid of disturbing you."

Wen Jiayue had nothing to say, so she could only say, "I won't walk now."

"What if you leave?"

"As you wish."

Shen Fuhan was finally satisfied, and a smile even appeared on his lips.

She muttered under her breath, "The dignified Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review acts like a child when he's sick."

Shen Fuhan's expression stiffened slightly: "How is it similar?"

Wen Jiayue didn't expect him to hear her like that, but she wasn't afraid and teased, "Okay, not like you. Even after you got sick, you're still Lord Shen."

Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled with laughter, and a gentle smile graced her lips. Sunlight fell on her profile, warm and soft.

Shen Fuhan looked away: "I'm going back to sleep."

Wen Jiayue nodded and sat on the edge of the bed to continue reading the storybook.

As noon approached, gifts from the Emperor and the Princess arrived from the palace, including a courtyard piled high with various precious medicinal herbs and tonics.

The emperor's eunuch Zhao arrived with the imperial physician, to offer his condolences to the emperor's subjects.

After the imperial physician took his pulse, Eunuch Zhao, who had been looking worried, immediately smiled.

"Lord Shen is truly in good health; he is recovering so quickly. Now that Lord Shen is alright, His Majesty can rest assured."

Shen Fuhan said, "Your Majesty, I have only caught a slight cold. Thank you for your concern."

Eunuch Zhao clicked his tongue in admiration: "If it weren't for the fact that the Emperor cannot easily leave the palace, he would have liked to come and see you in person."

"It's just a minor illness, Your Majesty need not worry about it."

Eunuch Zhao nodded and said, "Her Highness the Princess also asked me to pass on a message to Lord Shen, hoping that he will take good care of his health."

Shen Fuhan nodded and said, "Thank you, Princess."

Eunuch Zhao left quickly.

Wen Jiayue was somewhat taken aback. Although she already knew that the Emperor and the Princess valued Shen Fuhan highly, she did not expect it to be to this extent.

It was just a fever, yet he received rewards, a royal physician, and Eunuch Zhao, which shows the emperor's favor.

Shen Fuhan looked at Wen Jiayue, who seemed to be deep in thought, and said, "I'm a little hungry. Go and serve the meal."

Wen Jiayue nodded and was about to leave when he grabbed her wrist again.

"You can't go."

Wen Jiayue: "..."

She said in a gentle tone, "The imperial physician just examined you, and the Marquis's illness is almost cured."

Shen Fuhan said, "It's almost done, not done."

Wen Jiayue sighed helplessly. "You say you're not a child? What's the difference between you and a child?"

She had no choice but to summon Ruyi and ask her to serve the meal.

Shen Fuhan sat up while coughing.

Wen Jiayue tucked a soft pillow behind his back and asked, "Does Your Excellency want to eat in bed, or...?"

Before she could finish speaking, a pair of hands landed on her waist, and she fell uncontrollably onto the bed, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

Not in bed.

He kissed her earlobe and whispered, "Will you help me change?"