Yan Wan was half asleep when a dark shadow flashed past the window. She instantly woke up, slowly reaching for the vase on her bedside table while keeping an eye on the outside. A chill ran down her spine. How unlucky she was to be out tonight, especially since Ji Mohan wasn't there!

Suddenly, a dark figure jumped in through the window, landing with a muffled groan, as if seriously injured. Yan Wan lay on the bed, too afraid to move, but her rapid breathing betrayed her.

Ji Mohan looked at Yan Wan, who was peeking furtively out the window from the bed, and at the vase that seemed out of place under the covers, and couldn't help but find it a little funny.

They seem to value their lives quite a bit.

When Ji Mohan laughed, he aggravated his wound and groaned in pain. "Since you're awake, come and help me up."

Yan Wan waited for a long time, squinting as she saw the thief jump in and sit by the window. She thought he must be injured and was planning to take the initiative and kill him with a vase when suddenly a familiar voice came from the window. Yan Wan tentatively called out, "Ji Mohan?"

"It's me, come help me up."

Yan Wan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly lifted the blanket to help Ji Mohan from the window to the bed.

"Should I go find the royal physician to take a look at you?" Yan Wan said in the dark, wanting to find the royal physician to examine him, but afraid that she would cause trouble by being reckless.

"No need. Go to the bookshelf and get the wound medicine. It's in the fourth shelf on the bottom right." Ji Mohan was sweating from the pain. She had originally planned to go to the study to treat her wound, but she was worried that it wouldn't be safe in the capital tonight. Those people might follow her to the Han Prince's mansion, and it wouldn't be safe for her to be alone.

Yan Wan lit a candle, went to the bookshelf to get the wound medicine, and quickly walked to the bedside to check on Ji Mohan's condition. She couldn't see the wound in the dark, but she could smell the strong smell of blood.

Sure enough, when Yan Wan placed the candle on the bedside table, she looked up and saw that Ji Mohan's hands were covered in blood, one hand was clutching his chest, and his dark robes were almost shiny with black. However, Ji Mohan's face still had that calm and collected look, with only the sweat on his forehead revealing his restraint.

Yan Wan got up with red eyes, went to the door and asked the maid to bring a bucket of hot water, saying that she had a nightmare and was sweating and wanted to wipe her body. Then, she took a pair of scissors from the table next to the bookshelf and walked to the bedside.

"Take off your clothes. I'll treat your wound for you," Yan Wan said, her voice trembling slightly.

"Did I scare you?" Ji Mohan looked at Yan Wan, whose eyes were red and swollen, with some concern and regret. If he had known he would scare her, he should have gone to the study to treat his wounds.

"No, does it hurt a lot? Let me help you take it off." Yan Wan saw that Ji Mohan was staring at her without taking off his clothes, so she thought that he was too badly injured to take off his clothes.

"Hmm, my wound hurts a bit, can you help me?" Ji Mohan said with a hint of coquetry.

So this is what it feels like to have someone care about you after you're injured. It feels pretty good.

Yan Wan was furious at Ji Mohan's nonchalant attitude. He was clearly injured but didn't seem to care about treating his wounds, fearing he might bleed to death. She disregarded the proper etiquette between men and women and directly started to take off his clothes.

Ji Mohan felt Yan Wan's hand groping on his chest. It was probably because Yan Wan had pulled on his wound when she was helping him take off his clothes. Ji Mohan gasped in pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Yan Wan softened her movements and slowly pulled down the clothes stuck to the wound, afraid of hurting him.

"Uh-huh, it's okay, it doesn't hurt." Ji Mohan couldn't help but groan again, sweating profusely from the pain, but afraid of putting pressure on her, he gritted his teeth and said it didn't hurt.

Yan Wan struggled for a long time before finally managing to pull off Ji Mohan's shirt. Ji Mohan was already covered in sweat from the pain, but his eyes were fixed on Yan Wan.

"Your Highness, would you like some hot water brought in?" the maid at the door asked.

"It's alright, I'll get it myself." Yan Wan got up and ran to the door, taking the bucket of water from the maid. The bucket was full of water and quite heavy.

As Ji Mohan watched Yan Wan walk towards him with some difficulty, carrying a bucket of water in both hands, and then running to get a handkerchief, he felt a sense of satisfaction.

Yan Wan poured the water from the bucket into the basin, then soaked the handkerchief. She first wiped the sweat from Ji Mohan's forehead, then placed the handkerchief next to the candle. She then took another clean handkerchief, soaked it, and wiped the bloodstains around Ji Mohan's wound.

Yan Wan then noticed Ji Mohan's wound, which was about six inches long and covered in blood and flesh. His body was covered with scars of all sizes, crisscrossing each other, and there was even a wound that went through his entire chest.

Yan Wan had previously read a description of Ji Mohan in a book, which said that he was brave and skilled in battle, joined the army at the age of fifteen, led his generals to fight bravely against the enemy, and rose step by step from a common soldier to a general and a war god. It also said that he killed people without blinking an eye and was a "living Yama". It also said that he was cold-blooded, ruthless and crazy.

But when Yan Wan saw Ji Mohan covered in wounds with her own eyes, she realized that there was no such thing as true empathy. She had only known that he had a hard life and felt sorry for Ji Mohan, but she did not feel even a fraction of his pain.

Yan Wan's eyes welled up with tears, which were about to spill over. She desperately tried to control herself, suppressing the soreness in her throat and holding back the tears.

"Lie on your side, I'll apply the wound medicine for you now." Yan Wan turned to her side, quickly wiped the corner of her eye, and said with a choked voice.

Ji Mohan glanced at Yan Wan with suspicion. He was the one who was injured, but Yan Wan looked more seriously injured than him. Was she frightened? It seemed he would have to treat her secretly next time.

Ji Mohan obediently lay on his side. Yan Wan picked up the wound medicine and gently sprinkled it on Ji Mohan's wound. The wound medicine was very effective. Ji Mohan gritted his teeth and gasped for breath, but did not make a sound. Yan Wan heard Ji Mohan's heavy breathing in pain, and felt his hot breath on her face. Ji Mohan groaned in pain. Seeing how uncomfortable he was, Yan Wan gently approached the wound and carefully blew on it while applying the medicine, hoping to relieve his pain.

Ji Mohan felt a breeze blowing across his chest, as if it were blowing from the outside of his skin all the way to his heart, making his heart itch and feel full, and the wound didn't seem to hurt so much anymore.

After applying the wound medicine, Yan Wan helped Ji Mohan up and gently wrapped the wound with gauze. Every move she made was so careful, as if she were handling a precious treasure.

Ji Mohan looked down at Yan Wan as she carefully bandaged his wound. He watched her for as long as she bandaged it. Yan Wan felt Ji Mohan's burning gaze, but she didn't dare to look up or meet his eyes, afraid that the emotions she had managed to control would crumble under his gaze.

"Alright, the wound is bandaged. I didn't bandage it very well, I'll have the royal physician come and re-bandage it for you tomorrow," Yan Wan said as she tidied up the remaining gauze.

Ji Mohan noticed Yan Wan's unusual behavior. She didn't dare to look at him. Ji Mohan thought it was because he had too many wounds and looked too ugly. She thought he was like those other people, seeing him as a plague and disliking him. Ji Mohan felt a pang of sadness and took a deep breath. "Yan Wan, look at me."

Upon hearing Ji Mohan's hoarse voice, Yan Wan's eyes filled with tears again, but she still didn't look up at him.

"Yan Wan, don't make me say it again, look up at me." Ji Mohan grabbed Yan Wan's arm and pulled her into his arms. He forcefully pinched her chin with one hand, making her look up at him, wanting to see if her eyes were filled with disgust. The moment Yan Wan met Ji Mohan's gaze, her tears burst forth like a broken dam, dripping down her face and onto the back of Ji Mohan's hand. The scalding tears made him pull his hand back; the heat of the tear traveled from his hand all the way to his heart.