"You..."
Wei Zhao spoke calmly, "Why is the Princely Heir surprised?"
"The Crown Prince will die sooner or later, why waste dicine?"
"It’s just the Eastern Palace’s private storehouse, the national treasury will be yours in the future."
Ying Fuyan: "...Makes sense."
The luggage was packed, just two bundles. The mountain cave was difficult to navigate, so when they abandoned the carriage and walked, they only packed a few things.
Shunzi took it from Yu Tingwan’s hand, walked to Wei Zhao’s side, and spoke respectfully.
"General, do you want to take it with you, or should I put it in the carriage?"
Wei Zhao extended his hand, "Give it to ."
This ant he intended to take it with him.
Wei Zhao: "We’ll rendezvous in Wuyang City in three days."
"Yes!"
Ying Fuyan was puzzled, "Are we splitting up? Why aren’t we traveling together?"
Wei Zhao couldn’t be bothered to respond.
Shunzi: "I don’t know, but whatever the General does must have a reason."
Ying Fuyan: ...
"If he were going to kill soone, would there be a reason for that too?"
Shunzi replied without hesitation, "Then it’s only natural that the other party deserves to die!"
Shunzi: "However, the General wouldn’t dirty his hands with such a crude task."
"We’d be eager to do it."
Shunzi thought for a mont, always getting beaten by Chi Yu and Rong Di, and added, "I probably wouldn’t be quick enough."
Ying Fuyan: ...
Wei Zhao’s subordinates seed to match his temperant perfectly.
He wanted to recruit them for his own tasks.
However, he was clearly more concerned about other things.
Like Wei Zhao’s personal matters.
Ying Fuyan found it strange, but couldn’t discern the underlying issue.
What was so secretive?
And he even wanted to send Shunzi away.
Yu Tingwan ca out of the house with a strip of at in her mouth, ready to bid farewell to Ying Fuyan, casually asking, "Homade jerky, would the Princely Heir like to try so?"
Ying Fuyan, who had been taking dicine for years, found everything tasteless. Even those dark dicinal concoctions tasted like water to him.
He had no appetite and struggled to eat anything.
Not eating made his stomach uncomfortable, but eating more would make him vomit. As a result, he was particularly thin.
But since Yu Tingwan asked, he had to show so manners.
Ying Fuyan picked a small piece from the paper bag the girl handed him. At first, he didn’t taste much, but as he chewed, the fragrant spicy flavor exploded on his tongue.
A hint of honey was added, not too sweet, but it enriched the taste.
Ying Fuyan’s eyelid twitched.
"I used to love this as a child; it’s been years since I’ve had it."
"This must be beef jerky."
He smiled amiably, "Could you give it all to ? I’d be grateful."
Wei Zhao closed his eyes briefly. How much suffering did Ying Fuyan endure to beco like this?
Yu Tingwan had never t anyone who could snatch food from her mouth.
There wasn’t much jerky left in her hand, and just as the girl was about to step back.
Ying Fuyan praised her, "You seem like a generous and kind-hearted girl."
"More generous than Wei Zhao."
"You probably can’t bear to refuse ."
Ying Fuyan: "Isn’t that right?"
Yu Tingwan: ...
What he said seed reasonable.
But she was stingy!
Ying Fuyan was about to speak again, but he suddenly felt discomfort. Bright red blood dripped from his nose, staining his tunic.
He quickly lifted his head, covering it with a handkerchief.
But the nosebleed, like a stream, quickly stained the handkerchief, seeping through his fingers.
The situation changed too quickly.
The maid’s face turned pale, as the Princely Heir typically had several nosebleeds each month, all of which were difficult to stop.
She rushed forward to help cover it.
Even in this state, Ying Fuyan didn’t forget to weakly continue speaking.
"Don’t worry, I’m used to it. Last ti it filled half a bowl, felt like my body was being drained."
This was the truth.
"Sister-in-law, I can’t imagine each ti sothing happens, surviving to open my eyes and have a bite of your jerky would be wonderful."
This was also true.
"Beef is quite expensive out there, right? To be honest, I haven’t had at in half a month."
This was even more true.
"Not eating won’t kill ."
"How could I force my sister-in-law?"
Yu Tingwan’s eyelid twitched three tis.
Finally, Ying Fuyan succeeded in getting all the jerky through his efforts.
Ying Fuyan was satisfied, "Sister-in-law. When I return to Shangjing, I will definitely give you a mansion."
Yu Tingwan had never seen soone fight so hard for a bite to eat, moving a chair to let Ying Fuyan sit down, "The Princely Heir should rest first, calm down, this looks frightening."
Wei Zhao brought out the silver needles, preparing to stop the bleeding. This was sothing he learned from Elder Ge when he was gravely injured before.
It’s not hard, but you have to know the right acupoints.
He glanced at Shunzi.
"Look closely, and teach it to the people serving the Princely Heir later."
Ying Fuyan tilted his head back, not daring to move, his fur coat stained with blood.
His eyes rolled to look at Yu Tingwan, not forgetting the promised mansion, "In the future, if you can’t stand Wei Zhao, you’ll have the ans to simply walk away."
Wei Zhao remained composed.
The right acupoint, the right pressure—it shouldn’t hurt.
But the next mont.
Ying Fuyan shouted.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts."
Wei Zhao said calmly, "The Princely Heir talks too much."
Fortunately, this acupuncture technique worked on Ying Fuyan.
Afterwards, Wei Zhao’s hands were sowhat stained with blood as he washed them in a copper basin.
"In a few days, I’ll have Elder Ge co to examine you."
He prescribed a redy.
"If you trust , take it until he arrives."
Ying Fuyan, having lost too much blood, was in bad shape and shakily took the prescription.
Wei Zhao ordered soone to carry him back.
As he was being carried away, Ying Fuyan felt dizzy.
Yet, he didn’t forget to give an instruction.
"Move all this furniture to my room."
With this couple gone, no one would be living here.
His room was still empty.
Yu Tingwan: ...
She felt...
Ying Fuyan acted this way, indeed suited to being a woman.
————
After much hassle, they finally left the cave.
The horses were bought outside, not the warhorses that had accompanied Wei Zhao for years, but they were in good spirits. The saddles were already in place.
Wei Zhao was no longer the sickly Wei Zhao of the past.
He mounted the horse, reaching a hand out to Yu Tingwan.
Yu Tingwan approached, just about to stretch out her arm.
But Wei Zhao bent down, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her up. The world spun; her clothes fluttered, and Yu Tingwan was securely seated on the horse, enveloped by him.
"Hyah!"
The horse began to run.
Yu Tingwan couldn’t dwell on the novelty of it, she pressed her lips together, inexplicably tense, her heart felt like a stone was pressing on it, neither going up nor down.
"Uh..."
Yu Tingwan pretended to be calm, "Where are you taking ?"
This mont could easily lead to misunderstandings.
"To another place."
"Ying Fuyan’s place is too shabby."
Yu Tingwan swallowed nervously, "Is it what I think it is?"
Countdown?
Wei Zhao held the reins, speaking with a calmness that seed as casual as discussing the weather, "Yes."
Yu Tingwan had long been prepared.
Yet...
She didn’t understand.
"But... it wouldn’t take three days, would it?"
Back then, when she opened her mouth to save Wei Zhao’s face, claiming he could go all night, Liu Yan had such an incredulous expression.
Once they entered the Capital City, they wouldn’t have such leisure. Wei Zhao also wanted to take the opportunity to spend ti with her.
Upon hearing this, he raised an eyebrow, knowing Yu Tingwan misunderstood.
"I’m not going to make you die in bed."
However.
He spoke with a haunting voice, plainly telling her, "But I do wish to fully enjoy myself."
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