Chapter 33: Never consummated the marriage? "Speak." Yan...
"Speak." Yan Heng's eyes were filled with tenderness. He smoothed her hair down and said in a low, hoarse voice, "What's wrong? Say something."
Ji Yunchan stopped crying. Perhaps it was because Yan Heng's actions were too gentle. At this moment, the grievance disappeared, and embarrassment came over her belatedly.
What should I tell him? I cried because I was in pain from my period? I cried because I felt wronged because no one was around? No matter how I thought about it, it seemed hypocritical.
She opened her mouth, but no words came out and her ears turned red.
Seeing that her lips were dry, Yan Heng reached out to take the tea on the table and said, "I was away for a while and you ended up in this state." When he realized that the tea was empty, he put it back.
He called out, "Someone come here."
A servant came in from outside.
Seeing this, Yan Heng frowned and ordered, "Pour me some tea."
The servant went out in response, and Yan Heng looked at Ji Yunchan again, waiting for his answer.
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Ji Yunchan couldn't dodge it, so she bit her lip and whispered, "My period has come, and I'm not feeling well."
He added, "It doesn't hurt much now."
After saying that, he avoided looking at Yan Heng's expression.
Yan Heng lowered his eyes and saw that her face had more color now, and it didn't seem like she was forcing it, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
He casually said he was feeling unwell, but just now his face looked pale, as if he had lost half his life.
Yan Heng was still a little frightened. Just then, a servant brought him some tea. He took it and ordered someone to call Doctor Li.
Watching Ji Yunchan finish her drink, Yan Heng put the teacup back on the table. Seeing the spread-out account books, he pinched his eyes with a headache. Feeling hopeless, he turned to her and asked, "You're crying in pain and still reading? If you don't feel well, go and rest. Who asked you to..."
As he spoke, he realized that something was wrong. He turned around and looked around. Thinking that there was no maid at the door before he entered, a guess arose in his mind, and he was secretly frightened by this guess.
Turning to look at Ji Yunchan: "Where are the people in the room?"
Ji Yunchan stared at him quietly for a moment, then lowered her eyes and said, "There are few people in the mansion, so the general gave me two maids. My brother broke his leg at home on Yuye, so I allowed her leave. As for Yuyan..."
She looked at Yan Heng and said, "I don't want this maid anymore."
This sentence confirmed Yan Heng's guess. His Yuanyuan was left here alone, sweating profusely and her face turning pale from the pain, but no one could help her.
Thinking about what kind of injuries in the army would cause such a situation, Yan Heng felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.
Anger suddenly rose in his heart. The person he loved as much as the apple of his eye was actually being tortured by a maid in his house, right under his nose.
Looking at the round pale face and disappointed words, I was afraid that this was not the first time, but this person was very attentive in front of me.
Yan Heng laughed out loud: "You bastard, you flatter the powerful and look down on the weak."
He sternly asked the servant who came in to report the news, "Where's Yuyan? Tell her to get out of here."
The servant had rarely seen his master so angry, so he knelt down and kowtowed: "I will go find Miss Yuyan right away."
Ji Yunchan watched silently. After the servant left, she tugged at Yan Heng's sleeve and said, "Don't be angry."
Her distinct black and white eyes darted upwards, gazing at Yan Heng's stubbled and dusty face. She asked in a low, concerned voice, "Have you dealt with the commotion? Are you hurt?"
Yan Heng looked at it, feeling soft and bitter in his heart.
She promised that everything would be fine if she married him, but she didn't take good care of her. Now she is in such a weak state, and she is still worried about his well-being.
His eyes were full of complexity, and he reached out and stroked her cheek: "I'm not hurt, everything is fine."
When she raised her hand, a gray-black mark was left on her porcelain-white face.
Yan Heng paused and stretched out his hand, only to see that his hand was gray and black. The same was true of his body. The only thing to be thankful for was that it was not stained with blood.
Looking at the place where the lapels of her clothes met, Ji Yunchan's lotus-colored clothes were also stained with dust.
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A trace of embarrassment appeared on General Yan's face. He wanted to take a handkerchief to wipe it off her face, but when he put his hand into his sleeve, he remembered that he didn't bring it with him. He was at a loss for what to do for a moment.
Ji Yunchan lay in his arms, clearly feeling the man beneath her stiffen. She looked up in confusion, and saw a hint of reluctance in Yan Heng's eyes as he looked at her, and asked blankly, "What's wrong?"
The sweat and dust on her body mixed together, and she could tell at a glance how hard the morning had been. She felt uneasy, "But where is the injury? Are you hiding it from me, General?"
Yan Heng saw what she was thinking about and said reluctantly: "I am not clean and I have soiled your clothes."
Ji Yunchan was visibly relieved when she heard that. She snuggled into Yan Heng's arms, smiling at him with such warmth that she was completely oblivious to her rosy complexion.
Yan Heng looked distressed and said, "Give me your handkerchief."
Ji Yunchan took it out from her sleeve and gave it to him. Seeing him carefully wiping her face with it, she felt a little itchy and couldn't help but rub it with her hand.
Yan Heng made a "tsk" sound and said, "Don't move."
Ji Yunchan pulled her hand back. It hurt like she had been pulled out of water. Now she had no strength left, but she was hungry. She obediently let Yan Heng wipe her face, blinked her eyes and whispered, "I'm hungry."
"Are you hungry?" Yan Heng responded casually. After wiping her face, he was very satisfied to see that her face had returned to normal.
Pretending to be careless, she tucked the used handkerchief into her sleeve. Only then did she realize what Ji Yunchan had said. She'd often heard her say she had no appetite, but she'd rarely heard her complain of being hungry. Yan Heng whispered to her, "Would you mind asking someone to make some hot porridge?"
Ji Yunchan nodded. Although they were discussing food, their eyes were glued together, filled with tender affection, with no one else in their sight.
Doctor Li, who had been watching for a while, was speechless. He had no choice but to stand at the door and clear his throat.
The atmosphere was suddenly broken. Ji Yunchan blushed, turned away, and struggled to get up, but was held down by Yan Heng, who put her down safely.
Yan Heng cleared his throat uncomfortably and said, "Is Uncle Li here?"
Ji Yunchan turned around when she heard the voice, and her embarrassment was replaced by surprise. After not seeing him for many years, this doctor who often visited the Yan family was as strong as yesterday.
She nodded gently at him and said, "Uncle Li."
"After so many years, the girl hasn't changed much." Doctor Li sighed, put down the medical box, and took out a pulse pillow from it.
Ji Yunchan put his hand on him, and he shook his head while taking his pulse, mumbling, "You still have to take good care of yourself."
He held her hand for a moment and said, "The young lady was originally healthy, but anyone who has experienced a near-death experience will suffer from a deficiency, especially since it was so cold that day." He asked a few more questions about the onset of the disease, then withdrew his hand and made a final conclusion: "Your menstrual period will probably be very painful from now on."
"Will it always be like this from now on..." Ji Yunchan murmured.
She unconsciously recalled the pain of surviving a disaster, and the snow that stretched to the sky and the ground flashed before her eyes, and her pupils almost lost focus.
In a trance, a low and reassuring voice came.
"Ji Yunchan, wake up."
At the same time, a hand tightly grasped her wrist with warm strength.
Ji Yunchan was pulled out of her memories and met Yan Heng's gaze. Her chest heaved, tears welling in her eyes.
Realizing her own loss of composure, she turned around, wiped away her tears, and said, "I'm fine."
The atmosphere was a bit heavy, and Doctor Li laughed cheerfully to lighten the mood. "Don't be afraid, young lady. Take good care of yourself, and the symptoms will gradually ease."
Ji Yunchan looked at Doctor Li expectantly.
"You have a good foundation. In a year at most, you will be the same as before."
"Seriously?" She confirmed cautiously, fearing that this was just a lie.
"Of course it's true, girl, don't worry."
Ji Yunchan heard the voice and subconsciously looked at Yan Heng. Her wet eyes became bright, as if the clouds had parted and the sun was shining. Yan Heng's heart softened when he saw those eyes. He reached out and brushed away a strand of her hair.
Doctor Li's face was distorted when he saw her. His eyes flickered between the two of them, a hint of doubt in his naked gaze, but he didn't say anything. He packed up his medical kit and said, "I'll write a prescription and have someone get some medicine for the girl. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
Yan Heng was in a good mood and stood up to see him off.
When the two of them walked outside, Doctor Li paused for a moment. Just as he was about to start again, he stopped as if making up his mind. He turned to Yan Heng, who was looking at him, and asked bluntly, "Young Master, have you not consummated your marriage yet?"
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