Ji Yan's movements were like a hand-drawn sketch, as she used her sleeve to wipe away the bloodstains on the outside of Shen Jiao's wound.
Then he applied the wound medicine he had brought with him.
Shen Jiao immediately winced in pain; the medicine was very potent and clearly made by Liang Xiaoyou.
Anything Liang Heng designs is bound to be a masterpiece.
Seeing the hamster's furrowed brows and tears welling up in its eyes from the pain, Ji Yan was very angry. With a stern face, she bit the hamster's lips hard as if as punishment.
Damn, that dog emperor!
"You want to kill me now? You're really bold. You're in so much pain just from applying medicine. You'll have to go back and rest until you're plump and healthy before you have any strength."
Shen Jiao: Okay, you're the emperor, you're right, I'll follow your arrangements, but I'll try my best to lose weight!
How to make it rich but not greasy?
...
Shen Jiao thought she would be staying in this small, dilapidated cave all night, but not long after she finished applying the medicine, Shen Qingcheng and Gu An came looking for her.
In an era without GPS tracking, the fact that Shen Qingcheng found this place so quickly demonstrates the power of his tracking skills.
When Shen Qingcheng arrived and saw the wolf corpses scattered all over the ground, he felt very heavy-hearted.
Gu An, who was following behind, was also nervous and uneasy.
When the two saw the wolf's ruthless killing technique, they immediately had a rough idea of what was going on, but they still felt a tightness in their throats.
It wasn't until he saw the living, breathing Shen Jiao, whose clear eyes blinked in surprise, that Shen Qingcheng felt his breathing become easier.
Honestly, he'd never been this nervous even when he was infiltrating enemy territory at night.
Shen Qingcheng's state of mind, which had finally returned to normal, did not last long. He was then stimulated by the injuries on Shen Jiao's body and began to blame himself.
Gu An was outside the cave reporting the situation inside the manor to the tyrant.
Ji Yan listened casually, but her gaze remained fixed on Shen Jiao, never shifting.
Gu An had a very clear understanding of his status at home.
So it's okay if the tyrant looks at him with the back of his head!
After the medicine was applied, Shen Jiao's pain was relieved and she regained some strength, but she was not in good condition. She leaned lightly against the stone wall, feeling weak all over.
Shen Qingcheng was about to ask if the ground was too hard when he looked down and saw that the "blanket" his younger sister was using as a cushion was actually His Majesty's outer robe.
He felt both joy and sorrow in an instant.
What's pleasing is that while His Majesty may be cold and ruthless on the outside, he is genuinely kind to his subjects.
What's worrying is... the clothes he's wearing today are actually made of a fairly soft fabric.
There are no messy gold embroidery patterns on it, making it more comfortable to sit on.
"I'm sorry, I'm late."
Having a rare moment alone, Shen Qingcheng racked his brains trying to say something to Shen Jiao. After hesitating for a moment, the words that had welled up in his mouth remained unspoken.
Shen Jiao could easily tell what was going on, but she didn't expose it. She shook her head and said softly, "It's okay, I'm fine."
How could she be alright... Shen Qingcheng often stayed in the military camp and had long since developed a keen eye. He could tell at a glance how serious Shen Jiao's injuries were.
In the royal city, even the slightest scratch on the skin of a noblewoman would make her cry for three days and three nights.
I remember when Shen Yu accidentally bumped his forehead on the door, his father was so worried that he ran to the palace that very night to ask for a royal physician.
But Chen Jiao's clothes were torn and covered in dirt. Her small face, no bigger than a palm, was pale with pain, yet she still tried to smile at him.
Thinking of Shen Qingye's attitude towards Shen Yu, and glancing at the weak and pitiful Shen Jiao, Shen Qingcheng felt a pang of heartache.
He said in a deep voice, "If I were a little faster, you wouldn't have to suffer so much pain."
Although Shen Jiao didn't feel much aversion towards this older brother, she couldn't necessarily put aside past grievances at the moment, so she couldn't be too close to him.
This kind of agonizing question of who is right and who is wrong is truly a headache.
After all, if we're really going to argue about right and wrong, she might as well say that she should have slept with Ji Yan that day and had a fake baby.
Not to mention Shen Jiao's headache, Shen Qingcheng himself was also somewhat uncomfortable.
Logically speaking, it's not wrong for an older brother to care about his younger sister, but he has a cold personality, and the relationship between the two siblings has been strained over the years, so he would never have said such a thing before.
But now, looking at his younger sister who was as weak as a kitten, Shen Qingcheng wanted to say a few more words to her.
After thinking it over, Shen Jiao decided to change the subject. A cool breeze was blowing, and she suddenly smelled a bloody odor.
She is now completely soaked in the wound medicine.
That can only be...
"Are you injured?" Shen Jiao asked.
On the battlefield, injuries are commonplace, and Shen Qingcheng didn't care, saying gently, "It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."
Shen Jiao didn't believe it.
Her thoughtful gaze swept over Shen Qingcheng's waist; the belt was tighter than usual, probably to stop the bleeding.
The bloodstains on her waist were too deep, and the murder weapon might still be inside her body. Considering that Shen Qingcheng still insisted on coming to find her under such circumstances, Shen Jiao felt strange.
It was that indescribable feeling of soreness and distension.
Shen Qingcheng stood up straight, afraid of arousing suspicion.
Little did they expect that Shen Jiao had already guessed most of it.
She didn't expose Shen Qingcheng, but simply handed him the wound medicine from her side.
"This medicine was made by Dr. Liang himself. He personally tested it and found it to be very effective. Use this to treat the wound first, and then see a doctor later."
After hesitating for a long time, Shen Jiao added, "Don't take too much medicine, it will hurt a lot."
Shen Qingcheng smiled and said, "Okay."
Jiaojiao took the initiative to show him concern!
Give him back his medicine!
Does this mean I've already started to forgive him?
Shen Qingcheng emerged from the cave with a delighted expression, feeling that even the night breeze had become sweeter.
There is hope in life!
Shen Jiao looked at Shen Qingcheng, who was laughing like a fool, with a puzzled expression.
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