Sui'an Courtyard.

After the doctor Huai Qing had found finished taking Rong Ting's pulse, Jiang Rao, who was waiting on the side, hurried over to him, "Doctor, is his illness serious?"

The doctor in blue holding the medicine box paused for a moment and looked at Huai Qing, who winked at him.

The doctor in blue sighed, "Your Highness has been overworked recently and has caught a slight cold. It's not serious at this point. You just need to stay in bed and rest. Don't get cold. I've written a prescription for you. Boil it and take it every day. You'll be fine in seven days."

"Seven days..." Jiang Rao clenched her fingers and frowned, "So long..."

"Overwork leads to illness, so you need to rest more."

After the old doctor finished speaking, he looked at Huai Qing again, his eyebrows moving slightly.

In his decades of practicing medicine, he had seen ladies and concubines from wealthy families feign illness to win favor, but this was the first time he saw a man feigning illness.

However, the man pretending to be sick was the now famous King of Qi, so he didn't dare to say much and just glanced at Huai Qing.

The old doctor was invited by Huai Qing, and everything he said now was what Huai Qing had told him in advance on the way to find him.

Seeing that Huai Qing seemed satisfied with what he had just said, the old doctor was relieved and turned to Jiang Rao and said, "Since there is nothing else, I will leave first."

"Please excuse me, sir." Jiang Rao turned her head and looked at the maid beside her, "Luanyin, go and see this doctor off."

Rong Ting sat by the window, propped up his face with his arms, his slightly tied black hair hanging down on his shoulders. He never said a word, just kept looking at Jiang Rao who was talking to the doctor.

His eyelids were slightly closed, making his already narrow eyes look even thinner, as if he was very sleepy or seriously ill.

Jiang Rao watched Huai Qing and the maid send the doctor out, and then sat down in the armchair beside the table.

The maids and servants had all gone out, leaving only her and Rong Ting in the room.

She looked at Rong Ting's sick face with worry, "You didn't have to be so anxious to go out last night."

Even if I go out during the day, I'm afraid it won't have any impact.

She knew what he meant, but seeing him ruin his body like this, she felt distressed but also angry. She had been spoiled by him recently and pressed her fingers on his forehead with a look of blame.

Rong Ting followed her movements and raised his head. He smiled faintly, "I know I was wrong."

Jiang Rao thought to herself that he only said that he admitted his mistake but didn't say whether he would change next time, so she pursed her lips.

80%

No change.

She sighed helplessly and said, "I'll go make some medicine for you."

As soon as she turned around and took half a step out, a hand came across her waist and pressed down with force, causing her to sit down uncontrollably in his arms. Jiang Rao struggled to get free but failed. She frowned and looked back.

Rong Ting's chin rested on her neck, his expression looking comfortable and relaxed, his arms tightly around her. Jiang Rao gently pushed him again, but still failed to change her situation. Her body did not move at all. She sighed again, "How come you are so strong?"

Isn't it because you are sick?

"It's natural." Rong Ting said in a faint voice, tilted his head, and whispered in Jiang Rao's ear: "Don't go."

Jiang Rao looked down at his arm around her waist, which had wrinkled her clothes. She bit her lip, her heart trembling at his deep voice. She tilted her head to the side and said, "I just went to check on the fire."

Rong Ting held her arms tighter, "Let the maid go and boil the medicine, you stay here with me."

"The doctor said that I can't get cold anymore." He kept his chin on Jiang Rao's shoulder, rubbing her twice slowly and affectionately like a little animal, and murmured like a sigh, "Holding you, I won't feel cold anymore."

Jiang Rao's neck was itchy from being rubbed by him, but when she thought about how she went back to the Ning'an Marquis's Mansion without saying goodbye when he was sick, she couldn't help feeling guilty, so she willingly became his human-shaped heater.

It was not until his hand reached inside her clothes that she could no longer bear it. She gritted her teeth and turned back, "Rong, Ting."

Rong Ting looked at her innocently, his eyelashes trembling as he blinked, but he didn't move his hand away at all. He said to Jiang Rao, "The doctor said that I can't be exposed to the cold anymore."

His illness is like a golden medal of immunity from death.

That's true.

As soon as he said he was sick, Jiang Rao's heart softened. Even though his actions were so lawless that they made her blush, she still indulged him with a blushing face.

But she lowered her eyes to look at the bulge on her collar. She was extremely nervous and turned her head, glancing out the window frequently, always worried that a maid cleaning the yard might pass by and see something. This worry made her bite her lower lip tightly, leaving a slight white mark on her rosy lips.

Rong Ting stood up quickly, carried Jiang Rao for a distance, came to the couch, pressed her down on the bed, and after pulling down the curtains on the bed, he used his hands and feet to hold Jiang Rao in his arms.

Jiang Rao felt a little uneasy when she touched the bed. Her original intention was to let him sleep alone on the bed for a while and make up for his sleep, rather than for her to sleep with him.

He looked thin, and only she knew how well-defined his body was when he took off his clothes, and how heavy it felt when pressed against her body.

This posture made Jiang Rao inexplicably uneasy. She was about to warn him not to act silly even though he was sick, but when she lowered her head, she saw that his eyes were closed.

It seemed as if he was just hugging her to warm his body, and his expression was very quiet and innocent.

Jiang Rao stopped talking and waited for him to fall asleep. She moved her stiff body and tried to get off the bed, but found that even if he was really asleep, his arms were wrapped around her very tightly, making it almost impossible to break free.

She stretched out her hand and placed it in Rong Ting's palm, wanting to feel how warm or cool his palm was.

It's not as warm as her hands.

Jiang Rao gave up the idea of ​​leaving. She kept her little hand in Rong Ting's hand and didn't take it out. She didn't move to the side at all and continued to be his human heater.

This situation... is strangely familiar.

She waited until his hand was a little warmer before taking it out from under the quilt. Seeing a few strands of hair falling on Rong Ting's face, she stretched out her fingers and moved them slightly, revealing his face.

She stared at his handsome face, gradually becoming lost in thought.

He is a little older now, but his face is not much different from when he was young, except that his expression and temperament are becoming more easy-going.

He was completely different from when she first met him.

But sometimes, his appearance overlapped with the man in her dream.

For example, right now.

Jiang Rao was certain that she must have dreamed of a scene similar to this one.

He forced her to climb into his bed and held her wrist, not letting go all night.

She didn't dare to escape and was trembling with fear.

Staying next to a bloodthirsty person, unable to walk all night, not daring to sleep, and in danger of being killed at any time, how can you not be afraid?

His temperament was changing from happy to angry. When he went crazy, no one dared to approach him. Even though he was extremely intelligent and had great power in his hands, he could not be liked by others...

Jiang Rao knew clearly that the power was built on a pile of bones. Only the cruelest person could sit in his position. Under this power, there were countless killings and calculations.

She was afraid of his high position and power, and even more afraid of the means he used to gain power. Even though she was always soft-hearted, she could only be afraid and disgusted by this extremely cruel and seemingly heartless person.

Jiang Rao looked at him for a while, lowered her head, and put her ear close to Rong Ting's heart. Listening to his steady and strong heartbeat, she felt a little numb in her heart.

When she thinks back to those dreams now, she feels a little scared.

Although I am afraid, it is mixed with a little sadness.

How could she not be sad when the person she loved almost ended up like that?