Meng Zhengxi pushed her away, "I'll drink it myself, you don't need to."

Ning Qing: "That won't do, I'll feed you."

Meng Zhengxi's cough aggravated a burning, non-wound-like wound.

What did Meng Zhengxi suddenly think of because of some discomfort in a certain area?

See Ning Qing.

"Who was in charge the first time?"

"Why did I not feel any discomfort when I woke up on the second day, apart from some bruises on my chest?"

"And you walk and move normally."

Ning Qing pouted.

"How dare you bring up that time?"

Meng Zhengxi looked puzzled.

"What's wrong?".

Ning Qing, “That time, I did everything I should and shouldn’t have done, and I was just one step away from the finish line, but you… collapsed on the bed and instantly fell asleep.”

Last night, she even gave Meng Zhengxi a long, sullen look.

"Leaving me all alone, bewildered in the wind..."

Upon hearing this, Meng Zhengxi's face showed a rare hint of embarrassment.

"Well, I was drunk at the time."

Ning Qing glanced at him.

"Of course I know you're drunk, that's why I didn't..."

His gaze shifted.

"You were drunk that time, so... when are you going to make it up to me for that?"

Meng Zhengxi's eyes flickered slightly.

"Sigh, the porridge is getting cold. Give it to me, I'll drink it myself."

Ning Qing avoided his outstretched hand that was about to take the bowl of porridge.

"As promised, I'll feed you."

A helpless smile appeared on Meng Zhengxi's lips.

“My hand is not injured, I can drink porridge by myself.”

Ning Qing quickly gave him a sneaky tap on the cheek, then swiftly retreated.

Meng Zhengxi covered her slightly damp cheeks, looking at the person with a smug smile.

A smile that was both indulgent and helpless flashed in his eyes.

"you!".

Ning Qing raised an eyebrow, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and brought it to his lips.

"Come on, ah... open your mouth."

Meng Zhengxi...

When Ning Qing stepped out of the tent again, intending to go up the mountain to hunt some game so he could bring it back to nourish his wife's body.

The constant stares she received along the way made her start to wonder if she had suddenly become handsome overnight!

Wherever he went, no matter what the soldiers were doing, they would cast inexplicably eager glances at him.

A bolder gaze might be more direct, while some might be furtive, glancing sideways or looking furtively...

With her keen senses, she simply couldn't pretend not to see it.

Ning Qing: Little cat, do I look even more handsome today? I'm getting so many stares!

The system hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Host, is there any possibility that they admire your inner beauty?"

Ning Qing: Kitten, you've gotten fat!

The system realized Ning Qing had misunderstood and quickly explained: No, host, you really have misunderstood.

They truly appreciate your inner beauty. You may not know that your heroic act of sneaking into the enemy camp at night has already spread throughout the military camp, and they admire you immensely!

That's what will pique their curiosity and make them stare at you.

Ningqing...

This explanation is worse than letting myself continue to misunderstand!

Ning Qing: By the way, what's the situation at the Daqing National Army camp now?

System: Since Huang Feng died, they have been leaderless and have naturally suspended their declaration of war and offensive actions.

They are now rushing to send a message to the capital of the Great Qing Kingdom.

It's likely that the King of Daqing will soon send a general back, since the army is prone to unrest if it's without a commander for too long!

Ning Qing: Let me know when the general sent by the ruler of Daqing Kingdom arrives.