Azi wanted Qinghe and Cheng'er to set up a makeshift wooden bed next to hers, but Di Jingcheng looked at Cheng'er and Qinghe with a sour face, as if to say that he would kill them if they dared to do it.
Cheng Er and Qing He looked troubled. Whose advice should they take? They looked at each other and scratched their heads in unison.
Di Jingcheng turned his head and looked at Azi with a wronged expression. His quick change of expression caught the two of them off guard.
"Azi, wouldn't it be better if we slept in the same bed?"
Azi glanced at the two people beside her, her expression somewhat unnatural. She gently scratched the palm of the man's hand that was holding hers: "You're injured right now, and I'm not feeling well either. This bed is really a bit too small."
Upon hearing this, Di Jingcheng only heard that Azi said she wasn't feeling well, and he immediately asked anxiously, "Where do you feel unwell? Is it in pain again?"
"Cheng Er, go and invite Grandpa over quickly. Qing He, go and get some warm water."
"Yes, yes, yes," the two hurriedly went out. However, what the Empress said was clearly not what the Emperor understood, which was really puzzling.
Seeing the two leave, Azi pouted, "I don't hurt anywhere! That's not what I meant at all!"
Di Jingcheng felt relieved, but thinking about what had just happened, he was still very unhappy. He stammered, his eyes filled with grievance.
"Azi, my darling, we haven't seen each other for so many days, and now we have to part ways. I can't bear it. Besides, would Azi really bear to leave me?"
Looking at the man like a pitiful, affectionate puppy, Azi felt a pang of pity but also a sense of helplessness: "We haven't separated, it's just that your injury hasn't healed yet, and I'm not feeling well either."
"What kind of beast does Azi take me for? I just want to be with you every step of the way."
Azi slapped his hand in dissatisfaction: "That's not what I meant at all! You always misinterpret me!" She deliberately glared at the man.
Di Jingcheng took her small hand and kissed it, looking at her lively little expression with doting eyes, feeling completely satisfied: "Alright, alright, it's my fault, Azi, don't be angry!"
The old man rushed in and heard the two flirting. He was so worried, thinking something had happened again! He stopped at the door, and Cheng Er, who came in, almost bumped into him, but luckily steadied himself quickly.
The old man coughed twice, which caught the attention of the two people on the bed. They both turned their eyes to him and happily called out, "Grandpa!"
The old man stroked his white beard and laughed heartily: "What's wrong? Is your granddaughter and grandson-in-law feeling unwell?"
"In my opinion, it's great! We don't need Grandpa's bitter medicine anymore. Look at her rosy cheeks."
"Grandpa is making fun of me too!" Azi said coquettishly.
Di Jingcheng was also happy and continued, following the old man's words: "Grandpa is right. After seeing Azi, my injuries have almost healed."
Upon hearing this, Azi blushed deeply in front of everyone, hid in Di Jingcheng's arms, and let out a soft hum. She was so embarrassed!
The old man sat down to the side, and Di Jingcheng stopped joking and seriously told the old man about what had just happened to A Zi.
After hearing this, the old man looked relieved: "Continuous bleeding can indeed harm the fetus, but with you by Azi's side, her mood has improved, and her health has naturally improved as well. Moreover, her health has improved a lot recently. As long as she rests well and gets through the dangerous three-month period, she will be fine."
Upon hearing this, Di Jingcheng's heart, which had been trembling with fear, finally settled down: "Thank you, Grandpa!"
The old man waved his hand and said, "We're family, so there's no need for formalities. I'll definitely take good care of my precious granddaughter, and my grandson-in-law doesn't need to be so polite with me."
After saying that, he stood up, sighed deeply, and looked at Di Jingcheng seriously: "I only hope that you will not disappoint my and Azi's parents, and that you will take good care of her."
As he spoke, the old man suddenly felt a sense of loss, as if his daughter was getting married. Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at the two of them. His little Azi was going to get married from now on.
Di Jingcheng stood up, clasped his hands and bowed, earnestly promising, "Grandpa, rest assured, I will not let Azi down and will take good care of the child."
"Good, good, good child." The old man raised his hand to wipe away his tears.
"Grandpa, don't worry, Cheng and I will come back to visit you often in the future."
The old man nodded, then suddenly remembered Di Jingcheng's wound and wondered how it was: "Quick, sit over here and let Grandpa take a look at your wound."
Di Jingcheng obediently sat down to the side, while Azi leaned against the bed watching. Cheng Er stepped forward and took off his clothes. His undergarments were already soaked with blood. Cheng Er felt a pang of heartache when he saw the bloodstains; his master had endured so much for so long.
When Azi saw the wound on his back, she frowned with heartache. This man had endured so much pain for so long, and he had just bent down to hug her. Did he really think he was made of iron? But she also blamed herself for not checking on him in time, causing him to suffer for so long. What should she do?
Di Jingcheng turned to face Azi, then smiled at her. She must be feeling guilty, and he didn't want her to be upset.
"Azi, I'm fine, I just looked a little scary, but the imperial physician said I'm almost fully recovered!"
Azi bit her lower lip as she watched Cheng Er clean his wounds. The crisscrossing scars snaked along his back, and some of them were cracked and bleeding. She no longer knew how to describe her heartache.
"Cheng, you're in this state, and you still say you're fine! Grandpa, how is he?"
"Don't worry, Zi. His wound is indeed frightening, but thankfully it hasn't become infected. He just needs to rest and recover," the old man comforted his granddaughter.
Azi was still heartbroken. She resolved to treat and bandage him properly from now on, so he wouldn't suffer anymore. She also wanted him to think of himself too, not just her.
When Azi saw him so badly injured, and remembered how he had fainted covered in blood before, her heart clenched. He had really sacrificed so much for her.
After treating his wounds, Di Jingcheng acted as if nothing had happened and stepped forward to hug her, saying, "It's alright, it's alright. I'll take good care of myself and won't let Azi worry, okay?"
Azi nodded, then remembered something: "Grandpa, do you have any scar-removing medicine here?"
The old man smiled and placed the jar of plaster he had just used on the table beside him: "Azi, Cheng, the medicine I just used is a top-quality scar-removing medicine. If you keep using it for a month, the scars will fade."
"Alright, Grandpa has to go now." The old man dragged Cheng Er, who was standing to the side with his head down, out of the room, and Qinghe brought in food and warm water.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please have your meal first."
Looking at the two of them so sweetly, Qinghe's heavy thoughts vanished. She stepped out of the room, her steps light and quick, feeling that the sunshine today was much brighter.
She had just arrived at the pavilion to prepare the medicine when a bodyguard dressed in black silently landed behind her. She turned around warily: "Who's there?"
"Qinghe, it's me!"
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