Shang Xiye, who hadn't closed his eyes, naturally heard the commotion on the dragon boat opposite, as well as the conversation between Ji Fengyao and her servant.

Even without him, does the little bandit girl not get to sleep?

Otherwise, given how deeply she usually sleeps, she wouldn't have been woken up when the dragon boat was in disarray.

Shang Xi was lost in thought day and night, and her heart, which had been wounded to the point of near death, began to stir again.

He began to reflect on himself.

Is it because the wound in his heart is too deep that he becomes overly sensitive whenever that wound is touched?

Actually, his little bandit was just emotionally oblivious and didn't mean what he thought at all.

If that's the case, wouldn't it be foolish of him to just let go without explaining anything?

When did he become so cowardly that he no longer has the courage to pursue the results and the truth?

There is only one little female bandit in this world; if you miss her, it will be for a lifetime.

The thought of her smiling radiantly in another man's arms and gazing at him with deep affection made Shang Xiye's once-calm heart clench and struggle again.

What the hell do you mean by letting go?!

Even if she despises him, even if she pricks him to pieces, he will never let go!

Ji Fengyao was rolling around on the bed, bored, hugging a thin blanket, when she suddenly heard a faint sound of the door opening.

She suddenly sat up, clutching the blanket, and looked warily toward the door. In the dim light, she saw a person slowly and cautiously walking toward her bedside.

Although the night before dawn was the darkest, and the man didn't utter a sound, Ji Fengyao inexplicably recognized him as Shang Xiye.

The moment she saw him, she felt a warmth in her heart and her nose tingled with emotion.

"Your Highness..."

When Shang Xiye came to her bedside, Ji Fengyao called out softly, her voice inexplicably tinged with grievance.

That soft, gentle call, devoid of any aggression, dispelled all of Shang Xiye's anxiety and unease, and her heart began to pound wildly.

His little female bandit clearly didn't dislike him, otherwise she wouldn't have called him that.

This slow-witted little thing may simply not understand its own feelings yet, or it may just be too shy.

He acted like a fool and got angry with her again.

"I can't sleep because I'm choosing a wife," Shang Xiye stepped into the tent and sat down in front of Ji Fengyao. His voice, so low it was almost inaudible, was alluring in the darkness.

"Your Majesty... I have sleepwalking, and it seems I can't sleep either," Ji Fengyao said, feeling embarrassed but honest.

She is a doctor herself, and she cannot lead the way in avoiding seeking medical treatment.

If you're sick, you have to admit it and get treatment.

Unfortunately, it seems there aren't any quick-acting, effective medications for either of their illnesses, which is a bit awkward.

"Then..." Shang Xiye suppressed the urge to pounce on the little dazed girl immediately, restrained the corners of his lips from turning up wildly, gently pulled the little bandit girl into his arms with great tenderness, held her and lay down, whispering in her ear, "Sleep."

Ji Fengyao pressed her small face against his chest, listening to his slightly rapid heartbeat and feeling his familiar body temperature. She felt inexplicably at ease and soon felt a long-lost sleepiness.

Half asleep and half awake, she couldn't help but murmur, "Alas, it seems I am quite ill."

"The box..." Shang Xiye heard it clearly and couldn't help but chuckle.

His little thing is so cute.

He vowed that even if she stabbed him with a sword in the future, he would never hold a grudge against her until he found out why.

He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, then whispered in her ear, "Yaoyao, I am also quite ill. You have to take responsibility for curing me."