"Your Highness," Yue Jiang quickened her pace, running towards Jing Yan stepping on the ancient and worn blue bricks. When she reached him, she rushed into his arms.
Jing Yan was too dirty and might easily stain Yue Jiang, so he originally wanted to avoid her.
But when Yue Jiang rushed over, he felt a chill that hit him even before Yue Jiang did.
It was only early spring when Jingyan saw Yuejiang standing on the city wall last night. She stood there all night, braving the cold wind, watching him.
The fighting was fierce, and he kept ordering his men to chase after the fleeing rebels, fearing they would sneak into people's homes and harm or kill them.
Some dared to come after him recklessly, but Jing Yan handled them all with ease.
He knew Yue Jiang was watching him, and he wouldn't allow himself to fall, as that would worry her.
Yue Jiang hugged Jing Yan tightly, unaware of his concern. After their long separation, she didn't even feel disgusted by his foul smell.
Tears welled in Yue Jiang's voice as she asked, concerned only with whether she was hurt.
Jing Yan gently stroked Yue Jiang's hair and immediately denied it: "No, last night's rebellion was much less risky than the battlefield. I didn't worry you, Jiang'er."
Yue Jiang didn't rush to answer. She blinked her teary eyes and looked down at his back and shoulder.
The armor had many sharp scratches, but because the armor was sturdy, it didn't cause any serious damage.
Unfortunately, several seams on the armor were coming undone, and the exposed fabric had many tears. Even though it was black fabric, Yue Jiang could still see bloodstains seeping through it.
She poked him in annoyance, and Jing Yan frowned slightly, holding back his words.
Seeing that Jing Yan didn't react, Yue Jiang got out of his arms and sullenly teased him with her blood-stained fingers.
"Your Highness, after being away for two years, has your manliness grown stronger, or has your skill in lying through your teeth become so refined that you no longer consider minor injuries as injuries?"
Jing Yan: "..."
"The furnace... the furnace is at its most refined?" He asked hesitantly, his eyes filled with doubt.
Jing Yan thought the time when he lied the most was when he first met Yue Jiang. At that time, he only wanted to keep her calm and never expected that they would have such a relationship today.
He couldn't tell whether lying was good or bad.
Should we be proud of this?
Yue Jiang glanced at Jing Yan's guilty look and couldn't help but laugh: "Yes, yes, it's my fault. It must be that Your Highness's masculinity has been enhanced in the two years in the army. You don't care about minor injuries and pains anymore."
"Your Highness doesn't care about me, but I can't bear to part with you. You must come back with me quickly to apply the medicine."
She reluctantly gave Jing Yan a way out, since Yue Jiang was still very worried about his injuries, even if they weren't deep, they must be numerous.
She immediately stopped teasing Jing Yan and pulled him back to the East Palace with a stern face.
The two returned to Yichun Palace. The side hall of the hot spring was shrouded in mist, and the heat condensed into water droplets that seeped onto the jade floor.
Jing Yan had already taken off his clothes and was only wearing a single layer of clothing. He let Yue Jiang clean his wounds. There were no serious injuries, just minor wounds on his arms and calves.
Yue Jiang gently wiped Jing Yan's wounds with a damp cloth, noticing that his new injuries were not serious, but two more large, slanted scars had appeared on his back and chest.
She guessed that when Jing Yan was injured like this, it must have been during a very difficult time in the war. He was both injured and worried, and he probably couldn't sleep for a long time.
"Jiang'er, why are your hands shaking?"
Jing Yan enjoyed Yue Jiang's slow and methodical help. Gradually, he noticed that her fingers were trembling. Jing Yan opened his eyes, puzzled.
After seeing it clearly, Jing Yan followed Yue Jiang's gaze to his chest, and he smiled nonchalantly.
"It's all good now. Those two blows weren't a bad thing. They were both inflicted by generals of Qi, and they both died at my hands later."
Jing Yan's explanation was comical, yet subtly proud.
The tears welling up in Yue Jiang's eyes were instantly shed, whether from anger or from a sudden surge of joy amidst sorrow.
She clicked her tongue helplessly: "Your Highness is truly capable. He has made great achievements and made outstanding contributions on the front lines. He must be full of pride every day. He doesn't remember anything else."
“I’m thinking about you,” Jing Yan blurted out upon hearing Yue Jiang’s sour words.
Yue Jiang suppressed her joy, blinked faintly, and looked wistful.
"Why is Your Highness so nervous? I could have been referring to a person or an object, but it's your son. Does Your Highness really have to worry about me?"
"Why are you in such a hurry to say something? It sounds so strange to me. Is Your Highness just trying to brush me off?"
She casually put down the damp handkerchief in her hand, turned around in annoyance, and gave him a suspicious look with a sidelong glance.
She said sarcastically, "Alas, it has been more than two years since I last saw Your Highness. Your Highness must have seen more people in the past two years than I have, especially after defeating the State of Qi. The ruler of Qi must have begged Your Highness for mercy and to give Your Highness some benefits."
"I wonder if Your Highness has been enjoying a carefree life these past two years?"
After Yue Jiang finished speaking, she turned her head away and fell completely silent.
Jing Yan stared blankly at Yue Jiang's back for a long time, not because Yue Jiang's nonsense had come true.
After receiving the letter of surrender from the ruler of Qi and entering the city, the ruler of Qi, hoping for a life of wealth and honor in the future, did arrange for women to be sent to him, but Jing Yan did not accept them.
He didn't say he was someone who absolutely didn't care about beautiful women, but Yue Jiang alone was enough to shatter his lofty words into dust.
Jing Yan's refusal to receive visitors stems not only from his longing for Yue Jiang, but also from his sense of shame and adherence to gentlemanly virtues.
He would never emulate mediocre people, nor would he arrogantly do foolish things, becoming complacent and indulging in pleasure after conquering a city.
Many lessons from predecessors have reminded Jingyan that anyone who seeks comfort is not far from becoming incompetent.
Therefore, whatever treatment the ruler of Qi received according to the laws of the State of Jing would receive, regardless of whether he gave gifts to others or not.
Jing Yan thought it was nothing, but when he returned, he was "interrogated" by Yue Jiang, which made him chuckle to himself.
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