The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince! Chapter 1833: 1826: I Only Warm You

Chapter 1833: Chapter 1826: I Only Warm You

Extra (1) Chu Heng’s Chapter

After Chu Heng ascended the throne, he honored the late Zhao Emperor, and named the era Kaiyuan.

In the first year of Kaiyuan, he appointed Su Chenyang as General of the Left Wing Guards and Song Qianlin as the great general of the Flying Rider. They led the army to campaign against Beiling, vowing to flatten Beiling and annex it into the territory of the Great Cheng Dynasty.

This battle spanned an entire winter. The soldiers struggled with the Beiling cold, making marching exceedingly difficult. Su Chenyang’s war report mentioned some defeats.

Chu Heng faced tremendous pressure in court and, after returning to the palace, barely ate before he stood on the highest palace wall, gazing into the distance.

Having served two emperors, Sun Wu was deeply concerned for Chu Heng. She quietly handed a cloak to Little Ginseng, hoping she would bring it to Chu Heng so he wouldn’t catch a cold.

Little Ginseng, wrapped warmly herself, glanced at the cloak in Sun Wu’s hand and giggled, “He wouldn’t want it.”

She wasn’t going to bother with it!

She bounced her way up to find Chu Heng and hugged him from behind, “Little Ah Heng wants to share clothing and food with the frontline soldiers to fend off the cold, so I will warm my Little Ah Heng!”

Chu Heng smiled knowingly and touched her soft little hand, “You are indeed warm.”

“You want me to be warm, don’t you? If I got cold, wouldn’t you feel bad?” Little Ginseng raised an eyebrow, her cheerful laughter tinged with pride.

“Yes, I may be cold, but I must keep you warm.”

Chu Heng turned around, shielding her from the wind with his back, giving her all his warmth. This unique love in the world, just like his parents, he was fortunate to experience, and he held it close.

Little Ginseng worried for Chu Heng. The best terrain in Beiling was such that when the roads froze in winter, they were difficult to traverse. The soldiers of the Great Cheng Dynasty were likely to suffer greatly; even Su Chenyang was reportedly ill with the cold.

But Chu Heng wasn’t very concerned; a meaningful smile tugged at his lips, “My great general, someone will heal him.”

Sui Feng had already brought a letter from his sister Chu Xi; she had traveled from Yungui City to the battlefield.

The Silver Moon Pavilion had already mobilized.

The battlefield of Beiling was covered in a vast expanse of white snow, while tents collapsed under its heavy weight.

Su Chenyang, exhausted, had been ill for two days and was running a high fever. Song Qianlin, attending to him, was worried, “Chenyang, if you don’t take the medicine, your body won’t hold up.”

Su Chenyang’s lips were purple, and his handsome face pale, “I can endure a little longer. You should give the medicine to the soldiers who need it more, especially those whose tents have collapsed.”

They need the cold-resisting medicine more than himself.

“But you…”

“Who goes there!”

Just as Song Qianlin was about to persuade him further, a motion erupted outside the tent. Covering Su Chenyang with an extra blanket, he hurried out to investigate.

When he left, he didn’t return. Su Chenyang, feverish and dazed, was also concerned about the situation outside.

With some effort, he lifted the blanket, trying to get out of bed to check, but his legs gave out, and he fell forward as soon as he touched the ground.

His body felt icy cold, and the ground in Beiling was soaked with a chill, but Su Chenyang found the place he fell surprisingly warm and exceptionally soft.

Chu Xi frowned slightly, lifting him up and helping him back to bed.

Su Chenyang then realized he had fallen onto a lady. He quickly apologized, “I apologize for my rudeness, please… Princess Xi?”

With just one glance at her, he was stunned.

Chu Xi’s bright, starry eyes were shimmering with a watery glow, although she had her face covered, “You still recognize me?”