Xiao Huaijin immediately noticed that Yan Shiman's tone was much more anxious than before.

A very whimsical idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

Could it be that Yan Shiman...?

"He injured his right arm and will never be able to wield a sword again."

Seeing the worry on Yan Shiman's face, Xiao Huaijin suppressed his doubts and, after a moment's consideration, said to him, "If you are so kind, go and comfort Beifeng for me. He has indeed suffered this time."

Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned.

Nanfeng was thinking, didn't His Majesty personally go to see Beifeng a few days ago? Now he wants to send Prince Yan to go again?

It seems His Majesty really values ​​the North Wind.

Yan Shiman, on the other hand, was thinking, "Should I go see him? Why should I go see him? I was the one who suffered last time."

But from what my cousin said, Beifeng was quite badly injured.

But if I rashly go to see him, will I be kicked out as soon as I walk in?

Never mind.

Yan Shiman wanted to back down at the thought of Bei Feng's icy expression.

He was about to refuse when he heard Xiao Huaijin say, "If you don't go in my place, I may never have the chance to comfort the North Wind again."

"What do you mean by that, cousin?"

Yan Shiman looked at Xiao Huaijin in confusion, "Why is there no chance in the future?"

“Beifeng told me that he wants to return to his hometown,” Xiao Huaijin said solemnly.

Yan Shiman's expression changed upon hearing this, and his chest heaved violently several times.

Will we never have the chance to see the north wind again?

"Alright, I'll go check on him for my cousin."

Yan Shiman concealed the complex emotions in his eyes and spoke slowly.

Xiao Huaijin nodded. "Go find Physician Jiang and get some medicine, then have Zhuye take you to where he's staying temporarily."

After patting Yan Shiman on the shoulder, he turned to Nanfeng and said, "Move the unapproved memorials from the study to the inner palace."

"yes."

Xiao Huaijin was preoccupied with Shen Yunjiao, and even walked much faster than usual.

But when he returned to his room, Shen Yunjiao was already fast asleep.

After dismissing everyone, Xiao Huaijin personally lowered the bed curtains.

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Shen Yunjiao for a long time before reluctantly getting up and walking towards the desk next to him.

Shen Yunjiao slept from day to night.

When she groggily opened her eyes, all she could see was darkness. After a moment of confusion, she realized that the bed curtains had been drawn down, blocking out the light.

When Shen Yunjiao woke up, she found that she felt much better. Her fever had subsided and her face was no longer itchy.

Could it be that Physician Jiang's medicine really works?

It's also possible that your body's recovery ability has improved.

Shen Yunjiao thought that she might as well go and ask Physician Jiang for his prescription to study.

She tiptoed behind the curtain and carefully walked to the exquisitely carved desk made of rosewood, secretly observing Xiao Huaijin.

The unreviewed memorials on the desk were piled up like a mountain, but the lotus-shaped glass incense burner, the Duan inkstone, and the ivory openwork calligraphy brush on the table were all exquisite, yet they were arranged in an orderly manner, looking very elegant and refined.

Xiao Huaijin was looking down at a memorial, dipping a brush in ink. His eyelashes were thick and long, and his nose was high and straight. Even such a simple and ordinary writing action was particularly charming when Xiao Huaijin did it.

Shen Yunjiao thought to herself, in just a few short months, Xiao Huaijin had transformed in her heart from a clingy boy into a mature man with imperial majesty.

Shen Yunjiao couldn't help but stare in fascination.

She didn't come to her senses until Xiao Huaijin turned around to pick up another memorial.

Xiao Huaijin noticed her at the same time, and a tender look flashed across his face. "Jiaojiao, why didn't you call me when you woke up?"

He reached out, hooked Shen Yunjiao's waist around her, and placed her on his body.

"I saw you were too focused and was afraid of disturbing you by making a sound." As soon as Shen Yunjiao finished speaking, Xiao Huaijin put down his brush.

But the completed memorial was still lying on the desk.

Shen Yunjiao's curiosity was immediately piqued.

She wanted to see what the memorials from the Dayong Dynasty looked like, so she turned to Xiao Huaijin and asked, "May I take a look at the memorials?"

Xiao Huaijin gently put his arm around her waist and whispered in her ear, "With me by your side, Jiaojiao can do whatever she wants."

Shen Yunjiao felt a tickle on her ear, and her face instantly turned as red as a ripe fruit.

To hide her shyness, Shen Yunjiao immediately picked up a memorial to the throne and began to read.

After reading it through briefly, she realized that the contents of the memorial were unusual.

This minister surnamed Huang wrote a lengthy memorial, advising the new emperor to select a group of beautiful young women from aristocratic families to form a large imperial harem and ensure the continuation of the imperial line. He also recommended several noble ladies to the emperor for consideration, as the position of empress was currently vacant.

Xiao Huaijin's reply was even more interesting: "Those in positions of power should fulfill their duties. You are a salt official, not a matchmaker."

Shen Yunjiao couldn't help but burst into laughter upon seeing this. "How come I didn't know His Majesty was so good at roasting people these days?"

That Lord Huang will probably be furious when he sees this memorial.

Xiao Huaijin, however, remained calm, saying, "How can I allow people to discuss my private affairs so casually?"

"Moreover, once the mourning period is over, I will make you my empress." Xiao Huaijin's eyes were clear and bright, and although he smiled, his tone was extremely serious.

Shen Yunjiao retorted, "I haven't agreed to it yet."

"I don't want to get married so soon."

They've only been together for less than two months, and Shen Yunjiao really doesn't dare to agree to talk about marriage so soon.

Although Xiao Huaijin's facilities and resources were quite good, Shen Yunjiao did not want to become a married woman so soon.

She still has a lot of things to do.

Seeing that Shen Yunjiao refused so decisively, Xiao Huaijin was not angry. Instead, he silently carried Shen Yunjiao to the desk.

Cool fingertips probed directly into Shen Yunjiao's clothes, causing her to tremble slightly.

"Xiao Huaijin, you bastard, I'm still sick!" Shen Yunjiao's voice trembled uncontrollably.

“I know it’s hot here.” Xiao Huaijin mischievously squeezed his hand a little harder, and the soft thing throbbed in his palm.

Shen Yunjiao could no longer bear his deliberate teasing and tried to get up to escape.

But Xiao Huaijin reached out and pressed her back onto the bed.

As she leaned down, she clearly heard Xiao Huaijin's voice, cool yet tinged with desire, "Jiaojiao is naughty, where do you think you can run to?"

Shen Yunjiao's heart skipped a beat.

She blinked nervously. Every close contact with Xiao Huaijin made her scalp tingle, but her body instinctively anticipated and even welcomed Xiao Huaijin's arrival.

Xiao Huaijin leaned down and kissed Shen Yunjiao.

Soon, Shen Yunjiao was unable to resist, her body went limp like a pool of spring water, and her nose and the corners of her eyes were flushed, which made her look particularly charming against her fair face.

"Jiaojiao, are you really not planning to marry me?" Xiao Huaijin asked in a low, hoarse voice, his fingertips gently teasing Shen Yunjiao.

Shen Yunjiao simply couldn't refuse him.

Her consciousness was gradually becoming confused. "Xiao Huaijin, getting married these days is really too fast."

"Where is it faster?"

Xiao Huaijin suddenly asked with a low laugh, his gaze intense, but his actions were quite lewd.

Shen Yunjiao let out a soft groan, a faint blush on her face.

Xiao Huaijin loved watching her when she was aroused; with just one glance, he was captivated.

The gentle night shrouds the green curtains, and two hearts, filled with mutual affection, nestle together.