IF line 9 until pregnancy is confirmed.

Ji Qingwu went back and brought out a box of medicinal powders and ointments. She went around behind him.

"Let's apply the medicine first."

When Ji Qingwu saw the scars on his back, he almost dropped the medicine box.

The scar ran diagonally from the shoulder to the waist. It had already scabbed over, but after being soaked in water, it started to swell up again.

Zhao Mingyan said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, it's already healed after the medicine."

Ji Qingwu wanted to touch it with her fingers, but then frowned and withdrew her hand.

No matter how powerful he is, he is still a human being, not a god. He will get injured in battle and of course feel pain, but he seems to take it for granted.

Only she knew how difficult the days she spent waiting with the soldiers in the camp were.

An increasingly intense emotion welled up in Ji Qingwu's heart, almost overwhelming her.

She quickly lowered her head.

Noticing her dejected state, Zhao Mingyan said, "Why are you still holding this medicine box? Put it down."

She didn't move, so he reached out to catch her. Suddenly, a hot tear fell onto his hand, wetting the skin between his thumb and forefinger.

Zhao Mingyan's gaze fell on the top of her head.

He couldn't remember who the last person was who cried because he was hurt.

In the Yong'an Marquis's mansion, only his eldest sister truly cared about him, but the two siblings had similar personalities and never expressed this concern.

The corner of his heart that he thought was secure began to loosen when he saw her again in the military camp, and now it was being shattered by this tear and was collapsing.

After a long pause, Zhao Mingyan sighed softly and placed the medicine box on a chair to the side.

"Why are you crying? Getting injured in war is inevitable."

Ji Qingwu raised her head, her eyes reddening, and said in a muffled voice, "Let me take a good look. Go sit down over there."

Zhao Mingyan didn't move. Instead, he cupped her face and wiped away the tear stains from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips. The moisture seemed to seep through her skin into his heart.

"This injury is nothing serious, I'd rather see you now."

Ji Qingwu's face flushed red instantly. She awkwardly turned her head away, only to be gently but forcefully turned back to her.

Even though there were no more tears on her face, he still stroked it again and again.

She felt herself getting warmer, and her emotions calmed down.

Zhao Mingyan said in a low voice, "I thought you didn't cry anymore."

Ji Qingwu's eyes seemed to ripple with tears as she asked, "When have you ever seen me cry?"

Zhao Mingyan did not answer, but asked, "Tell me first why you are crying?"

Ji Qingwu said, "This injury... is terrifying."

Zhao Mingyan clearly didn't believe it, and said, "You weren't afraid when that woman died at your feet with her face covered in blood, but you're afraid of this wound that has already scabbed over?"

"to be honest."

His gaze was so intense that Ji Qingwu's throat tightened: "I'm afraid you'll get hurt."

Zhao Mingyan's eyes held a smile as he asked the question gently and persuasively.

Why are you afraid?

The gentler his voice was, the more flustered Ji Qingwu became. She shook her head and said, "I don't know why I'm afraid of this."

But her heart was pounding, as if to say, it knew.

Before he returned, Ji Qingwu was filled with anxiety. She could justify her fear that something might happen to him and he wouldn't be able to come back, causing her mission to fail and indirectly costing her her life.

But now that he's back, with hideous scars on his back, Ji Qingwu is still afraid, his mind filled with thoughts of how he narrowly escaped death and how dangerous the scene must have been.

She bit her lip repeatedly, then released it, then bit it again.

Zhao Mingyan didn't want to push her too hard, so he ruffled her hair and said, "Alright, I won't ask anymore."

The second half of the sentence was spoken in a low voice, with a hint of sarcasm: "I didn't even have the heart to bite it."

Ji Qingwu's face flushed, and she answered softly, "Because... I care."

It wasn't because the target of the child-rearing system was him, but because she cared about him and had him in her heart...

After Ji Qingwu understood, her eyes instantly brightened.

"Yes, because I like it!"

Zhao Mingyan paused for a moment, staring intently at her expression to make sure she wasn't lying or trying to coax him before clearing his throat.

Under Ji Qingwu's expectant gaze, he nodded and hummed in agreement.

Seeing that he had no intention of continuing, Ji Qingwu pressed, "Have I finished speaking? Does the general have anything else to say?"

Zhao Mingyan coughed and went into the inner room.

Ji Qingwu followed closely behind, and saw him take something out of the box and then take her hand.

A string of cool beads appeared on her wrist, red like blood. She touched the largest bead, carved into a lotus flower, with her finger, and it lit up.

"How amazing!"

Ji Qingwu exclaimed in surprise, "It's lit up!"

Although Zhao Mingyan had suspected it before, he was still relieved to have it confirmed at this moment.

"It's only lit up because of you."

Ji Qingwu asked, puzzled, "What does this mean?"

Zhao Mingyan held her wrist and said, "This is a bracelet given to me by a master, which can verify your identity."

Her identity...

Ji Qingwu stammered, "I... I... what kind of identity could I possibly have?"

Zhao Mingyan pulled her hand to his chest and said, "A wise man said that a woman of destiny will break my fate of having no heir."

Ji Qingwu asked, "Does the light of this bead mean we've found the right person?"

Zhao Mingyan said, "That's right. Did you approach me because you received some kind of instruction?"

Ji Qingwu knew he was exceptionally intelligent, but she never expected him to be so prescient, already deducing why she had come.

But now, there is one thing she cares about.

"You've long suspected that I'm the chosen one that the wise man spoke of, which is why you allowed me into your military tent and treated me so specially?"

Zhao Mingyan said profoundly, "Yes, and no."

Such an ambiguous answer.

Ji Qingwu didn't want to guess, nor was he too lazy to guess, and frowned, saying, "I don't understand, please explain in more detail."

Zhao Mingyan said, "It's not doubt, it's anticipation."

Ji Qingwu said, "Do I hope... I am that person?"

Just like her, she prayed that it was him.

Zhao Mingyan said, "If you are just the person the expert described."

He paused, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

“If I were?” Ji Qingwu followed his words, then realized what he meant and said, “No, I am.”

Zhao Mingyan whispered, "Yes, it is you. What am I waiting for?"

Then, his hand moved from her wrist to her back, and he lifted her up by her knees with his right arm.

Suddenly, Ji Qingwu's feet left the ground, and she anxiously grabbed his shoulders.

"I won't ask anymore! Your injury doesn't seem serious to me. I'm going to go back, wash up, and go to sleep."

Zhao Mingyan bounced her around and said with a smile, "If you are just the person the expert mentioned, then you have entered my military tent."

He put her on the bed and pressed her down.

"You won't get out so easily."

Ji Qingwu's eyes flickered: "What can you do?"

Zhao Mingyan wanted to make the tears well up in her eyes, so he rubbed her earlobe with his fingertips.

"Until the doctor confirms you are pregnant."