Chapter 264 Maybe I've grown taller by the time you see me.

Yao Qingling looked at the person she hadn't been close to for a long time and had the same thought.

Seeing his arm fall, she took the initiative to hug him, pressed her cheek against his cold chest, and sighed softly, "I missed you so much."

The man stiffened slightly, touched her face, and said in a low, husky voice, "I'm cold, be careful not to let you get cold."

Although He Yin was helping her recover, he hadn't forgotten how weak she was after giving birth to Zhao'er, and he was afraid that if she went through the coldness on his body, she would catch a cold.

Yao Qingling gave a soft "hmm," and said, "It is very cold."

He still risked coming out in such cold weather.

She stepped back from the man's embrace and reached out to undo his belt.

Her movements were so natural that Lin Shiyuan felt quite embarrassed and pressed her down with his large hand.

Yao Qingling looked up and met his dark eyes; the man's cheekbones were slightly flushed.

Yao Qingling brushed his hand away, chuckling inwardly. He was quite innocent, which made her seem like a seasoned pro.

However, although she was not a skilled veteran, she had undressed men before.

Undressing the man at this moment was effortless; it was like giving her practice on her past with Zhan Xingzhuo.

Yao Qingling lowered her head and carefully unbuttoned his clothes, saying, "Didn't we say we wouldn't meet until it was dangerous and the case was closed?"

Lin Shiyuan looked at her pale face.

Warm breath fell on his neck, tickling him like a soft feather constantly scratching him.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed, but he remained rational and said, "This time is different."

Yao Qingling took off his night clothes, turned his head and called out to the door, "Someone come here."

Xia Chan pushed open the door and came in. Yao Qingling handed her the damp night clothes: "Take these and dry them."

"Yes." Xia Chan took the clothes and went out.

Yao Qingling glanced at the man; under his night clothes was only a slightly thick cotton coat: "Aren't you cold wearing so little?"

She poked the man's chest with her finger to check the thickness of his clothes, but the man groaned and turned pale.

Yao Qingling immediately noticed that something was wrong with him and reached out to pull at his clothes: "What's wrong? Are you injured?"

Lin Shiyuan, having recovered from the pain, shook his head: "It's nothing."

Yao Qingling pressed down her lips and glared at him resentfully.

Lin Shiyuan added, "It's really nothing, the medicine has already been applied."

Yao Qingling forced him to sit down and began to grope him.

Soon, most of the man's clothes were torn off, revealing a strip of cloth wrapped around his neck.

Because of the use of force, the wound reopened, and the blood stained the cloth bandage again.

Yao Qingling bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes.

She noticed that her father always had injuries when she was a child.

His mother would gently wipe the blood off his body and sprinkle medicine powder to stop the bleeding. At that time, his father would grit his teeth and not utter a sound, and would even tell her that it didn't hurt at all.

At that time, Qingling, who had only fallen and injured herself while learning to walk, thought it really didn't hurt.

Until one day, she secretly played with her father's sword and accidentally cut herself.

That really hurt.

Her father's wound was bigger and deeper than hers, and he bled much more than she did.

Some say that nothing beats trying it yourself, no matter how much you're taught.

That's when little Qingling learned what it felt like to have a weapon fall on her.

Looking at the wounds on Lin Shiyuan's body, she knew they must be very painful, and she also knew that soldiers were already used to such injuries.

But Qingling still felt sorry for him.

She didn't ask "Does it hurt?" She turned around, opened the cabinet, took out the medicine, thought for a moment, and then called He Yin in.

He Yin was somewhat surprised to see Lin Shiyuan suddenly appear in the room, and her eyes widened when she saw the sword wound on his body.

Without wasting time, she quickly gave the man an acupuncture to stop the bleeding, but instead of applying medicine, she carefully examined the wound.

"Lord Lin, have you cured the poison?" He Yin quickly wrote on the paper.

Yao Qingling's heart, which had just settled, was instantly gripped high, as if being whipped, making her heart clench with anxiety: "Poison? What poison?"

She glanced at He Yin, then quickly turned to Lin Shiyuan: "Those people, they tried to kill you like that?!"

Yao Qingling was furious.

Lin Shiyuan chuckled and cried, "My sword kills others, so naturally they will kill me too."

Those people knew he came from the battlefield and wouldn't die so easily, so they poisoned his swords.

If we can kill him, that would be best; if we can't kill him, then severely injuring him would be a good revenge.

“You don’t need to worry. There are many poisonous insects and plants in the Southern Territory, and I always carry antidotes with me.”

In the southern border, Lin Shiyuan faced not only enemy armies but also assassination attempts.

Those people were even less lenient when they started to act.

There was a Medicine King in the Southern Territory who gave him a bottle of Antidote, saying it could cure all poisons.

He Yin wrote: "What can cure all medicines?"

I'm very curious about this pill.

Lin Shiyuan rummaged around and pulled out a small black bottle.

He Yin took a small pill, smelled it, and stared at Lin Shiyuan's injury for a while.

Although the medicine was given by the Medicine King, it was still from the Southern Territory, unlike the poisonous insects and herbs near the capital.

No wonder the poison seemed to have been neutralized, yet it didn't seem to be completely neutralized.

He Yin took a little blood from Lin Shiyuan before applying medicine and bandaging him.

As she carried the medicine box out, Yao Qingling asked her, "Are you alright?"

He Yin gestured with her fingers: "I will try to formulate a suitable antidote as soon as possible."

Yao Qingling nodded, her heart easing a little. She trusted He Yin; she was sure everything would be alright.

Turning to Lin Shiyuan, she said, "It's fortunate you risked coming here, and it's fortunate I touched a nerve. You still wanted to hide it from me; you won't even know how you died."

Lin Shiyuan smiled wryly: "Yes, with just a poke from Madam Yao's little hand, I was spared from death. Madam Yao is truly a divine being."

"Go to hell." Yao Qingling spat at him and rolled her eyes.

However, a few words were enough to ease the tense, solemn, and even somewhat sad atmosphere.

She walked to the wardrobe, stood there hesitating for a while, and just as Lin Shiyuan was wondering what she was dawdling about, Yao Qingling returned carrying a dark purple robe.

Yao Qingling blushed slightly, and her ears turned pink.

"I've had some free time these past few days, so I've been learning to sew clothes from Xia Chan. This is what I made; I'll test it on you first. If it's successful, I'll make one for Zhao'er and myself as well. If it doesn't look good, I won't make it..."

She mumbled incoherently, using her rambling words to mask her nervousness and shyness.

She has never made clothes for anyone.

Even during the sweetest days with Zhan Xingzhuo, she never sewed a single sleeve.

Lin Shiyuan's lips curled up slightly, not teasing her about her nervousness, but his dark eyes were overflowing with tenderness.

This was the first time Yao Qingling had made clothes for him; it was a privilege that no one else had ever received, not even Zhao'er.

He spread his arms and put the clothes on himself.

Her movements were gentle, as if she were afraid that she might be too rough and tear her clothes.

Yao Qingling watched him put it on, then looked at the effect: "..."

When she was making the clothes, she was filled with the image of how well they would fit him, making him look heroic and dashing.

But at this moment...

She lowered her eyelids shyly, pressing her fingers to her nose to hide her embarrassment.

Lin Shiyuan tugged at his sleeve; it was a bit too short.

Looking down at the legs, if it's a long robe, it's a bit short, hanging above the ankles; if it's a short outfit, it's a bit long, hanging below the calves.

My shoulders are also a bit uncomfortable, they're feeling tight from the clothes.

The man tried to cover for her: "Since I wasn't there, you could only estimate the size based on your general impression."

Yao Qingling mumbled softly through her nose, "Yes, maybe I grew taller while you weren't looking."

She touched the part of his arm that was exposed.

Lin Shiyuan casually pulled her gently, and Yao Qingling, caught off guard, fell into his arms.

The man tightened his arms around her, sighed contentedly, and gently nuzzled her head with his chin, murmuring, "I really hope this storm passes quickly."