Zheng Wanqing suddenly fell into that familiar nightmare in her sleep. In the damp cellar, the stench of decay filled her nostrils like a sticky liquid.

Drops of water seeping from the walls dripped onto the bluestone slabs, and every "tick" sounded like a life-threatening clepsydra.

Lao Qian's greasy face emerged from the darkness, greedy light flickering in his turbid eyes, and he approached like a hungry wolf.

She wanted to shout, but she found that her throat seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and she couldn't make any sound. She struggled desperately, kicking her legs wildly, but she felt as if her body was pressed down by something, unable to move at all.

"clang"

The celadon medicine bowl was knocked over by her frantically waving arms, and the brown medicine left a dark mark on the carpet.

Zheng Wanqing suddenly opened her eyes, her chest heaving violently, her nails digging deeply into the brocade quilt.

Behind the beautifully carved screen beside the bed, there was a sudden sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

Xie Yun opened the curtain with his upper body naked. He had been guarding Zheng Wanqing's side all night and was just washing up when he didn't expect Zheng Wanqing to wake up suddenly. The ends of his hair were still dripping with water droplets from washing his face with cold water.

Seeing that the medicine bowl had fallen over, the tense shoulders suddenly relaxed.

Zheng Wanqing tried to sit up, and he quickly stepped forward and helped her up steadily. One hand gently stroked her back, and asked in a low and warm voice: "Are you asleep?"

The warm palm slowly stroked down her back, and Zheng Wanqing unconsciously leaned into Xie Yun's arms. Xie Yun's heartbeat came through his chest, steady and powerful, gradually overwhelming the drum-like pulse in her ears.

After a long time, Zheng Wanqing's breathing gradually became steady, and her body no longer trembled like before.

Xie Yun stretched out his palm and gently placed it on her sweaty forehead. After confirming that she had no signs of fever, he turned around and took the warm celadon bowl on the table. He held the silver spoon with his bony fingers and stirred it gently: "Have some freshly cooked bird's nest porridge first."

Zheng Wanqing nodded slightly and took a sip from the porcelain spoon he handed her.

Her eyes unconsciously fell on the right side of his waist and abdomen. She had seen the hideous scar on their wedding night, and she had already felt a little surprised and curious at that time.

What kind of experience would leave such a deep mark on him?

There are also tiny old scars scattered around the scar, like a broken spider web.

"Yangcun..." Zheng Wanqing just opened her mouth, but suddenly she choked and coughed, her fingertips unconsciously touched the scar, "You are not hurt?"

Xie Yun's muscles suddenly tensed, but his hand was as steady as a rock: "That was an old account from three years ago." As he spoke, he scooped up a mouthful of porridge, put it to his lips and blew away the heat, and continued: "This time, I'm just dealing with some remnants, it's not worth my trouble."

Seeing that he had no intention of mentioning the origin of the scar, Zheng Wanqing did not intend to ask further. She paused, then said, "How is Langfang? I saw the news in the newspaper."

The silver spoon knocked lightly against the edge of the bowl, making a crisp sound. Xie Yun looked at her and said, "I heard from Uncle Zhou that you are very brave and staged a trick to trick them out. However, you got the right trick."

Zheng Wanqing was shocked, her eyes widened as she asked, "Are you saying that Langfang is really an empty city plan?"

Xie Yun nodded and explained, "Yes and no, the munitions were moved ahead of time. Unfortunately, a batch was still bombed, but fortunately, the overall damage was not too great. With the great victory in Yangcun this time, they should be able to rest for a while in the short term."

After Zheng Wanqing finished her porridge, Xie Yun prepared to apply medicine to her. He carefully unwrapped the gauze bandaged on Zheng Wanqing's arm, revealing the wound that had not yet healed.

The moment the ointment touched the wound, Zheng Wanqing gasped and her body trembled slightly.

"Don't move." Xie Yun said softly, his focused eyes always fixed on the wound.