Chapter 236 Mood
On the third day of Wen Zhiming's bed rest, most of the bandages on his body had been removed, leaving only two wounds on his thighs and back, which were still wrapped in strips of cloth.
Although the military doctor ordered him to rest in bed for seven days, Wen Zhiming was a restless man. Seeing that his hands and one leg were free again, he grabbed Meng Lingge into his arms as soon as the military doctor left.
"My wife has worked hard taking care of me these past few days, and now I want to make it up to you."
"Nonsense!" Meng Lingge slapped his hand. "The army doctor just left, and you've already forgotten what he said? You can't move your leg yet. Besides, I'm pregnant. Can't you control yourself a little?"
What kind of compensation?
She now knew that this cunning fellow was plotting something when his eyes darted around. Did she not know who he was trying to compensate?
Wen Zhiming, having been directly exposed, stopped arguing. Instead, he buried his head in Meng Lingge's chest, rubbing against her repeatedly.
“My dear wife, just don’t move that leg, it won’t cause any problems. Besides, I’ve already restrained myself for two months before you came, and I’ve restrained myself for another three days now that it’s injured…”
He could barely hold back when Meng Lingge wasn't by his side.
But with his wife right beside him, a beauty in his arms, he simply couldn't remain unmoved. If he kept holding back, he might get a nosebleed.
Hearing his aggrieved voice and sensing the changes in the person beside her, Meng Lingge knew that he was indeed enduring a lot of hardship.
For the past two nights, Wen Zhiming insisted on sleeping next to her. His body was always burning hot, and several times when she woke up, she could see Wen Zhiming looking at her with affection.
That gaze was truly intense.
Meng Lingge's voice softened, "It should be at least until night. What if someone comes during the day?"
Although everyone in the military camp knew that Wen Zhiming was injured, and they wouldn't bother him with trivial matters, he was, after all, the commander of an army, and his subordinates would still come to him when they couldn't make decisions.
Upon hearing this, Wen Zhiming knew that his wife had softened her heart, and happily knocked the man down.
"Don't worry, I have excellent hearing. I can hear anyone approaching the tent, and I'll make sure no one notices."
The guards in the military camp all know the rules; they will ask permission before entering and will not enter without it.
Meng Lingge was aware of this matter, so her words just now were merely a tactical evasion. However, Wen Zhiming was still determined to get rid of her, pretending to be ignorant even though he knew the truth, leaving her with no way to avoid him anymore.
Moreover, the man's hands had just healed from their injuries, yet he was already adept at using his skills. While speaking, his hands were not idle, arousing her to a point of confusion and infatuation.
Seeing Wen Zhiming lean forward with his upper body first, then one leg was about to roll over, and the other injured leg was also eager to move.
"Don't move."
Meng Lingge quickly held him down, and while kissing him in Wen Zhiming's surprised gaze, she pushed him down onto the bed.
In this position, Wen Zhiming didn't need to move much, nor did he need to move his injured leg, and he could also appreciate Meng Lingge's shy and proactive demeanor.
Meng Lingge originally wanted to finish the battle quickly, but her plan backfired, making Wen Zhiming even more addicted and unable to stop.
He grabbed her with both hands, half coaxing and half pleading, and kept her in one position for most of the hour. If he hadn't been worried that she was pregnant and her body couldn't take it, Wen Zhiming wouldn't have let her go.
This position is the most physically demanding. When Meng Lingge was finally released, she was exhausted and sore all over. She lay half-reclined in Wen Zhiming's arms and soon fell asleep.
She was awakened by the sounds of the guards outside.
"Reporting to the King of the Northern Frontier, the sixth prince of the Blue Feather Kingdom still refuses to heal his wounds. Two of his wounds have become ulcerated, and starting today, the sixth prince has begun a hunger strike, saying that he will only start eating when Miss Zheng, the girl who knows medicine, is sent to him."
Seeing that Meng Lingge had been woken up, Wen Zhiming frowned in displeasure and said to the tent exit, "I know, you may leave now."
After the guards left, Wen Zhiming said apologetically to Meng Lingge, "I already told the guards to keep their voices down, but I didn't expect to wake you up anyway. I'm going out for a bit, you can rest for a while longer."
Meng Lingge found it somewhat amusing when she thought of Wen Zhiming telling the guards outside to speak in hushed tones.
Even if you have excellent hearing and can hear it from such a distance, the guards wouldn't be able to whisper to you outside the tent.
I had intended to tease Wen Zhiming, but when I heard him say he was going out, my attention was immediately diverted.
"You're going to see the Sixth Prince? But the army doctor said you need to stay in bed for seven days. Can't we send General Cao and the others to handle it?"
As Wen Zhiming put on his clothes, he looked at Meng Lingge and smiled meaningfully.
"It's alright. Doctors always like to exaggerate the severity of illnesses. Didn't you just see how well I'm recovering? Now that I can move around, I should walk around a bit more to help the wound heal."
Meng Lingge was speechless.
She's supposed to be knowledgeable? She was exhausted just now.
If I had known I would be so considerate of him, and that he would exhaust himself like this, and still run around everywhere, I shouldn't have been so stubborn. I should have let Wen Zhiming work harder. If he had been too tired, he probably wouldn't have thought about running away anymore.
Now that Wen Zhiming was dressed, it was clear that she couldn't be persuaded, so Meng Lingge quickly tidied herself up and helped Wen Zhiming put on his shoes and boots.
"I'll go with you."
"Then I'll have to trouble you, my lady."
With Meng Lingge's help, Wen Zhiming got up and limped out. Suddenly, he remembered what Meng Lingge had said a few days ago about disliking her crippled husband.
“My wife, look, I’ve really become a cripple now, but you don’t despise me.”
"If I wasn't worried that you would fall outside and worsen your injuries, and that I would have to feed you and give you water, I wouldn't bother with you."
Meng Lingge complained, but her hands didn't loosen their grip at all.
In fact, Meng Lingge could have easily assigned a guard to escort Wen Zhiming there. Not to mention helping him, she could have carried him on her back, hugged him, or lifted him up without any problem. However, since it was her husband, Meng Lingge didn't want to trouble anyone else.
When love is at its peak, even walking out together, supporting each other, creates a special kind of romance.
Of course, her trip with Wen Zhiming to see the Sixth Prince wasn't just for Wen Zhiming's sake. She was also curious about what was going on with the Sixth Prince and why he was so persistent in making trouble for Lushui.
Instead of healing their wounds, they're going on a hunger strike.
This is something no prince of a country would do.
Could the injury have damaged his brain, causing mental problems?
Wen Zhiming and Meng Lingge arrived at the camp where the Sixth Prince was being held.
From afar, a weak, wailing voice could be heard.
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