Chapter 203 Let Me Take a Look

Chunzhi didn't know how long she had slept, and was still a little confused. She couldn't tell whether Huo Zheng, who was sitting in front of her bed, was real or she was dreaming.

Ever since she heard the words "Prince Chang'an died in battle in Xizhou" in the palace, she would see Huo Zheng appear in front of her when she occasionally closed her eyes to take a nap on her way to Xizhou.

The current scene was almost the same as her previous dream.

Chunzhi reached out and touched Huo Zheng's face.

The skin touches each other and is warm.

Extraordinarily true.

"It's not a dream, it's real." Chunzhi murmured, "You're back, Huo Zheng."

Huo Zheng looked at Chunzhi with increasingly gentle eyes. He held her hand against his cheek and said, "I'm back. You're not dreaming."

Chunzhi sat up and glanced at the sky outside the window. "Why is it still dark? How long have I slept?"

Huo Zheng said, "You slept for nearly nine hours. It was dawn and then dark again."

Chunzhi couldn't help but pause when she heard this, "Nine hours?" How could I sleep like this?

"You're just too tired from traveling all day." Huo Zheng raised his hand and touched Chunzhi's forehead. "You just slept a little longer. It's good that you don't have a fever."

Chunzhi has always been in good health. She was not exhausted after traveling for so many days. She just slept for a few more hours.

Seeing that Huo Zheng had washed and changed into a wide-sleeved brocade robe, she asked him, "How long have you been sitting here? Have you finished your work?"

"It's been a while. Seeing that you were sleeping soundly, I didn't wake you up." Huo Zheng said, "All the important matters have been arranged. Princess, don't worry."

Even after being married for so long, Chunzhi is still not used to him calling her "Princess".

And every time Huo Zheng called her "Princess", there was a hint of doting in his words.

Chunzhi stood up and put on her clothes, and asked Huo Zheng, "Have you eaten yet?"

Huo Zheng helped her put on her clothes while saying, "Not yet."

"Then I..." Chunzhi wanted to cook something for Huo Zheng herself, but this was at someone else's house.

Huo Zheng understood what she wanted to do and held her hand. "I've already asked someone to prepare food, and it will be delivered shortly. You don't have to rush around. Let me take good care of you."

The wind and snow outside had not yet stopped, and the candlelight in the house was dim.

Previously, because Chunzhi was sleeping, only one lamp was left on. Now Huo Zheng took Chunzhi's hand and walked to the window and sat down. He raised his hand and lit both lamps beside him.

As the fire grew brighter, they looked at each other, carving each other's faces and eyes into their hearts.

Just as Chunzhi was about to speak, Huo Zheng leaned over and kissed her.

The lips and teeth are intertwined, and the endless longing for each other turns into lingering breath at this moment.

Actually, the time we were apart wasn't that long.

But after experiencing a life-and-death situation, Huo Zheng found that his feelings for Chunzhi only grew stronger, even to the point where they could not be separated even in life or death.

Chunzhi raised her head, allowing him to take things from her and also giving to her.

The two figures were reflected in the small window, like a pair of mandarin ducks embracing each other, passionate and inseparable.

I don't know how long the kiss lasted.

Chunzhi's breathing was not smooth, the blush on her face was getting deeper and deeper, and she reached out and pushed Huo Zheng.

Huo Zheng finally let her go, raised his hand and gently stroked her slightly swollen lips, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Not enough."

Chunzhi suddenly felt a little hot and pulled Huo Zheng to sit down. "What do you mean by enough? First, tell me what the news of your death in battle in Xizhou is all about."

Huo Zheng and Chunzhi sat side by side. Huo Zheng embraced her and whispered in her ear, "The urgent report submitted by Xizhou was not false. I led my troops in a bitter battle with the enemy for three days and narrowly won. On the way back, I encountered an adverse current. Although I survived, I was unconscious for several days before Jiang He and his men found me. By then, the news of my death had already reached the capital..."

When he said this, he lowered his eyes to observe Chunzhi's reaction, "I might as well take this opportunity to go to Fengzhou to mobilize the Moyu Cavalry and catch the Xiling people and the rebels off guard."

As the King of Chang'an, Huo Zheng has already maximized the chances of winning this war.

Some people may be relieved that the death news was not corrected in time, but the people who would be most saddened to hear this news are those who care about him.

"Chunzhi..." Huo Zheng called her in a low voice.

Huo Zheng couldn't imagine how hard it was for Chunzhi to accept the news of his death, which made such a weak woman risk countless dangers to run to Xizhou.

"I'm glad you're okay." Chunzhi knew what Huo Zheng wanted to say. He summarized the matter of life and death in just a few words.

But surviving the mudslide was a great blessing.

He must have been injured, but he didn't even have time to recuperate, and immediately went to Fengzhou to mobilize troops.

When two countries go to war, the outcome determines the life and death of thousands of people. Harueda can understand why he did not immediately correct the news of his death.

She just buried her face in Huo Zheng's chest, feeling his body temperature, and said again, "I'm glad you're okay."

Huo Zheng hugged Chunzhi and cupped her hands in his palms, only to find that her once fair and delicate hands were now covered with scabs.

"Your hand..." He picked up Chunzhi's hand, lifted up his sleeve, and found that his arm was also covered with scabs. "Why is your hand injured like this?"

Chunzhi was born with fair skin, so these scars were particularly obvious.

Huo Zheng's eyes were reddened by what he saw. Chunzhi quickly lowered her sleeves and said, "It's nothing. I just encountered a group of assassins on the day we left Beijing. They startled the horses in the middle of the night, and I jumped out of the carriage. I accidentally scraped my wound on the mountain road. I've already applied medicine and it's now scabbed. I'll just need to find some scar cream to apply when we get back to Beijing."

She said it simply, as if encountering an assassination attempt was no big deal.

Huo Zheng knew that she must have been terrified at the time, but she had to pretend to be calm in front of others.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the scabs on Chunzhi's hand. His voice became hoarse as he said, "Where else is it hurt? Let me see."

Chunzhi subconsciously clamped her legs together.

The inner thigh bruise from riding was more serious, but how could he let Huo Zheng see that place?

Huo Zheng saw something from her movements, "Is your leg injured too?"

Chunzhi said softly: "It's just a minor injury, it's nothing serious."

"A scrape from riding?"

Huo Zheng had never seen Chunzhi ride a horse, and he didn't even know that Chunzhi knew horsemanship.

But even if she could ride a horse, she couldn't withstand the 3,000-mile journey and would surely suffer a great deal.

Huo Zheng said hoarsely: "Untie your skirt, let me see."

Chunzhi grabbed her belt and refused to untie it. "I've already applied medicine. It's really nothing serious..."

Huo Zheng picked her up sideways, carried her back to the bed, and then reached out to unbutton Chunzhi's skirt.

Chunzhi couldn't stop him, and the abrasions on the inside of her thighs were exposed to Huo Zheng.

Huo Zheng looked at her injuries and was speechless for a moment.

"I told you it's okay." Chunzhi quickly lifted her skirt to cover the wound.

Huo Zheng held Chunzhi's wrist, took the medicine and applied it to her wound carefully again before helping her put on her dress.

He looked up at Chunzhi and asked hoarsely, "War is raging in Xizhou. The people have fled with their families. If they are not careful, they will die here. How dare you, how dare you come here?"

Chunzhi looked into Huo Zheng's eyes and answered seriously, "As long as you are here, I will always come."