He lowered his head, bringing his lips close to her eyes, as if to blow on them. However, just as his lips were about to touch her eyelashes, Shen Zhao seemed to stagger forward slightly, perhaps due to nervousness or a loss of balance.

Suddenly, Lu Qi's lips, which were originally facing her eyes, unexpectedly and firmly pressed against the corner of her mouth as she raised her head—a warm kiss carrying the refreshing scent of youth.

Lu Qi was also stunned; this was truly unexpected! He hadn't expected her to suddenly look up.

A strong impulse surged within him. Instead of immediately pulling away, he remained in that position, his hands cupping her face, tightening slightly. His voice was low and hoarse, filled with deep reluctance and a strong sense of promise:

“This time… it wasn’t the wind, nor was it an accident.” He gazed into her eyes and said clearly, word by word, “It’s because I want to kiss you, my little sun. Wait for me to come back.” After saying that, he didn’t hesitate any longer and quickly kissed her slightly parted, alluring lips, then abruptly released her, flipped onto his horse, and moved swiftly and decisively.

"Giddy up!" He reined in his horse, took one last deep look at Shen Zhao, who was still standing there, her cheeks flushed red, covering her forehead, and said loudly, "Zhao Zhao, wait for me!" The horse's hooves kicked up dust, and the boy's figure quickly disappeared at the end of the official road.

Shen Zhao stood there, stunned, her fingers gently touching the spot where he had kissed her, where the warmth and scent of his kiss still lingered. Her cheeks burned, her heart pounded, and as she gazed in the direction he had disappeared, a bright yet sweet and shy smile finally spread across her lips.

"Could it be that I can also hint at my desire to marry him..."

"This is so boring. I only created a few accidents, and Brother Lu Qi is already gone. I still have so many ideas that I haven't used yet," Shen Zhao muttered to himself as he watched Lu Qi's figure disappear from sight.

The General's Mansion in the northern frontier.

Night had fallen, and the children had all been taken to the warm room next door to sleep by their wet nurses. In the master bedroom, candlelight flickered. An'an, having just bathed, sat at her dressing table, wearing a soft, plain-colored nightgown, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, combing her damp hair. She had mostly recovered, though a hint of weariness lingered in her eyes. During the day, the wounded soldiers' camp had admitted several seriously wounded soldiers, keeping her busy all afternoon.

Lu Xiao came in after finishing his military duties and saw his wife's slightly tired profile. He frowned slightly, strode over, and without a word, took the comb from her hand and naturally began to comb her soft, long hair. His resolute features and focused gaze were reflected in the bronze mirror.

"Are you tired?" His voice was low and filled with concern. "Have Old Wang and the others keep a close eye on those who are seriously injured. Don't do everything yourself."

An An comfortably squinted her eyes, enjoying her husband's rare tenderness: "It's nothing, just a bit mentally taxing. One of them is injured in the lungs, the situation is complicated, I can't rest easy without keeping an eye on it." She paused, then remembered something and smiled, "Oh right, this afternoon Vice General Li's wife brought her child to the clinic. The little guy is chubby and extremely cute, he kept smiling at me."

In the mirror, Lu Xiao's brows immediately furrowed, his face darkened, and his hand that was combing his hair stopped: "Lieutenant General Li's wife? What is she doing here with the child? This is a military camp, no unauthorized personnel allowed!" His tone was full of displeasure.

An'an saw his face darken instantly in the mirror, feeling both annoyed and amused. She turned around and grabbed his hand: "They're here to see a doctor for their child! The child has caught a cold and is crying incessantly. Besides, you know Vice General Li's wife, so why are you acting like an outsider?" She squeezed his tense fingers. "General Lu, aren't you being a little too jealous? You can't even tolerate someone's baby smiling at me?"

Lu Xiao, caught off guard, showed a hint of unease, but maintained a straight face. He grabbed her hand with a strong grip, his grip carrying a possessive and domineering air: "No! No one can see you smile! You're mine!" He leaned down and bit her lip as punishment, the bite light but unmistakably declarative. "From now on, let the male military doctor handle your medical appointments! Don't smile at other people!"

An'an was both amused and exasperated by his unreasonable jealousy, and scolded him, "Lu Xiao! Are you being unreasonable? I'm a doctor! Should I cry in front of my patients instead of laughing?"

"Just smile at me!" Lu Xiao said matter-of-factly, pulling her up and drawing her tightly into his arms. He rested his chin on the top of her head, inhaling the faint herbal scent and the fresh fragrance of her bath on her body. He muttered, "During the day, you were in the camp, your eyes so focused and tender with those wounded soldiers... But when you came back at night, those three little bandits monopolized you, holding one and comforting another, you didn't even have time to look at me!" There was even a hint of barely perceptible grievance in his voice. "I, as your husband, have become nothing but a decoration!"

An'an suddenly realized that his jealousy had started again. She couldn't help but chuckle, looking up at his tense jawline and the genuine grievance in his eyes, her heart instantly melted.

She tiptoed and wrapped her arms around his neck, gently kissing his tightly pursed lips with her soft lips. Her voice was soft and seductive, with a hint of coaxing: "Alright, my jealous general... during the day it's just a doctor's compassion, but at night..." She leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids, with a touch of slyness and allure, "The children are asleep... now, isn't it time... to comfort our neglected, aggrieved General Lu?"

Her warm breath brushed against his sensitive earlobe, carrying a seductive hint. Lu Xiao's body tensed instantly, the gloom and displeasure in his eyes instantly replaced by a blazing fire. He tightened his arms, pressing her soft body even closer to him, lowering his head to precisely capture her alluring lips, his voice hoarse and indistinct, filled with intense desire and a hint of triumphant laughter:

"You said it yourself... Doctor Xiao, tonight, you have to treat my 'illness' properly, treat it with your heart... Don't be perfunctory!" He picked her up and strode towards the brocade bed covered with a quilt draped with a hundred sons and a thousand grandsons.

The red candles flickered, and the curtains hung low. An'an sacrificed her "rest time," using all her "life's learning" and tenderness to finally appease General Lu, who was jealous of patients during the day, jealous of children at night, and indiscriminately jealous all the time.

The price was that the next morning, she dragged her aching body out of bed later than usual. Looking at the ambiguous red marks on her neck in the mirror, and at the "culprit" sleeping soundly beside her with a smug smile on his lips, she sighed helplessly yet sweetly.

Oh well, what can she do when she's stuck with such a jealous man? She chose this husband herself, so she'll have to appease him. She leaned down and gently kissed Lu Xiao's peaceful sleeping face, her eyes filled with tender love.