But my princess is ill this time, so I have no choice. To protect her health and reputation, Ziyuan has to go ahead and bring Mu Li to her."
"Oh, I see." Yelu Han nodded in sudden realization. "You people from the Central Plains just have so many rules."
Ashileyan's brows furrowed even deeper: "Trouble!"
After a while, Ziyuan should have finished packing. She then opened the tent curtain and made a gesture of invitation.
At this time, out of curiosity, Yelu Han had dismounted from his horse and entered the tent with Ashileyan.
They saw a curtain hanging on the bed, which was not very big. In the curtain, they could vaguely see a woman who looked a little petite to them. She was covered in quilts with a light-colored scarf tied on her little face.
Perhaps it was too cold, the quilt covered half of her face, which was already covered with a veil.
A slender arm stretched out from under the quilt and rested on the armrest of the bed, revealing half of a fair white wrist. A thin piece of silk was also draped on the wrist. Under the silk, the jade fingers were slender and weak, which was certainly different from the plump and strong woman on the desert grassland.
Ashileyan unconsciously stared at the fair wrist and fingers, and looked at them a few more times...
Shion had already placed a stool beside the bed.
Ashileyan came back to his senses and sat down on the stool without any hesitation. He placed his fingers on the delicate pulse and took it carefully.
After a while, he stood up and prepared to leave, and said to Ziyuan in a cold voice: "Your princess should be fine. It may be due to the large temperature difference between day and night in this desert, and she may have caught a cold.
Now wipe her with a warm towel to reduce her fever. I'll have someone bring you some medicine later. Boil it and feed it to her. Drink plenty of hot water, get plenty of rest, and remember to put on more clothes morning and night. She should be fully recovered soon."
As he was talking, he had already arrived outside the tent.
At some point, Xiaoti sneaked to his feet and was discovered by him.
He curled his lips for a rare moment, squatted down, picked up Xiaoti, and stroked its fur. His tone softened a bit, "Xiaoti? Did you recognize me?"
Xiaoti was not close to him. She struggled for a while and jumped out of his arms again.
Ashileyan shook his head helplessly under the mask: Running so fast, just like last night, what a heartless little guy.
Then he climbed onto his horse.
Ziyuan and Banxia finally breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully escorted him to the door, "Your servants thank the young Khan."
Ashileyan did not respond. He looked at the direction Xiaoti left, said "Gee", and rode away.
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