Quick Wear: The first person to love the host

Chapter 435 The Substitute Bride Becomes a Reality (36)

The happiest people besides the border soldiers were the people of Anding City when the Xiongnu surrendered.

Although the people were afraid of the severe cold, they still sang and danced.

Inside the Prince's mansion, candlelight flickered.

Dr. Jiang slowly packed his medicine box, but his eyes couldn't help but drift towards the bedside again.

There, Su Ziyu was slightly frowning, intently bandaging Qi Jinyu's wounds, her movements as gentle as if she were handling a rare treasure, afraid that even the slightest pressure would hurt the person on the bed.

"Sigh..." Doctor Jiang shook his head inwardly, finding it unbearable to watch.

He knew his prince better than anyone. Even when his headaches flared up and the pain was so intense he could snap the armrests of a rosewood chair, he never uttered a sound.

Although the knife wound to his back was gruesome and looked terrifying, it did not damage his bones or tendons. With the endurance that the prince had honed on the battlefield, it was nothing.

But now?

The prince's furrowed brows, the occasional, perfectly timed breaths escaping from between his teeth, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Young Master Su—a look that held three parts vulnerability and seven parts dependence…

Dr. Jiang felt a sudden ache in his teeth.

His acting was so convincing that if he didn't know the inside story, one might actually believe how heart-wrenching the injury was.

Qi Jinyu keenly noticed the "disdain" in Dr. Jiang's gaze. He turned his head slightly and accurately caught the expression that Dr. Jiang had not yet managed to conceal.

Qi Jinyu narrowed her eyes, the "weakness" she showed when facing Su Ziyu vanishing instantly, replaced by a deep warning that silently conveyed one meaning: Why aren't you leaving yet? If you look at me again, watch out for your beard.

Dr. Jiang was so angry at this blatant threat that he was speechless, and even his gray beard twitched.

In all his years of medical practice, he had never seen anyone so shameless, using injuries to his own advantage!

However, seeing the look of heartache in Su Ziyu's eyes, Doctor Jiang reluctantly withdrew his gaze, gave a few instructions, then picked up his medicine box and left this "place of trouble" almost on his feet.

If he stayed any longer, he feared he would be unable to resist exposing someone's "true colors."

The door closed gently, and the room became completely quiet.

Su Ziyu was completely unaware of the undercurrent between the two. All his attention was focused on the wound on Qi Jinyu's back.

He had previously used a clean, soft cloth dipped in warm water to carefully wipe away the blood and grime around the wound, and then applied ointment as instructed by Dr. Jiang.

All that's needed now is to bandage the wound.

But seeing the rolled-up, white flesh, his heart ached with every clench.

"Does it hurt?" Su Ziyu's voice was extremely soft, carrying a tenderness he himself was unaware of.

Qi Jinyu's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately went along with the "plot," letting out a muffled groan, tensing her back muscles, and even carrying a hint of barely perceptible grievance in her tone: "Hmm...it doesn't hurt."

Sure enough, Su Ziyu softened her touch even more.

He gently wrapped the bandage around Qi Jinyu's arm, the delicate touch and warm breath brushing against his scarred back like the best painkiller, making Qi Jinyu feel so comfortable that he almost wanted to sigh.

"Ziyu..." Qi Jinyu turned to the side, her voice low and hoarse, "Don't be busy, talk to me and distract yourself, maybe... it won't hurt so much."

Su Zi looked up and met his deep eyes.

At this moment, Qi Jinyu had shed her usual coldness and majesty. Her face was slightly pale due to blood loss, but her eyes were focused intently on his reflection.

Su Ziyu's heart softened completely. He quickly tied the bandages, then took out some clothes and gestured for Qi Jinyu to put them on before softly replying, "Okay."

Qi Jinyu took the opportunity to grasp his wrist and pull him tightly into her arms. Su Ziyu, afraid of pressing on his wound, struggled slightly, "Your injury..."

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while."

Qi Jinyu's strength was gentle yet unyielding. Upon hearing this, Su Ziyu stopped moving and nestled quietly in his arms, inhaling his familiar scent. The anxiety and fear she had felt over the past few days gradually dissipated.

"Ziyu, I miss you so much."

"I...miss you too."

Their eyes met, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

Qi Jinyu slowly lowered her head and gently covered the lips she had longed for.

As Su Ziyu watched his handsome face gradually enlarge, her heart pounded like a drum, and her body went from stiff to relaxed and coordinated in the blink of an eye.

It was like a spark falling into dry tinder.

Qi Jinyu's kiss suddenly deepened, becoming passionate and lingering. He sucked and licked, as if a parched land had received sweet rain, greedily seizing the essence that belonged to him.

Su Ziyu felt a buzzing in her head and her consciousness became blurred. The hand that was originally on Qi Jinyu's shoulder unconsciously slid down and gently wrapped around his bare waist, carefully avoiding the wound on his back.

He silently responded to the kiss, which carried the scent of medicine and was uniquely Qi Jinyu's, indulging in this sudden intimacy and tenderness.

The candlelight crackled, illuminating the two figures embracing and kissing intimately, rendering the quiet room incredibly tender.

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The next day, the sun rises three poles.

When Su Zi woke up, his whole body ached. Qi Jinyu last night was really too terrible. He felt like he was a chicken collarbone, being sucked to the point that even the bones were not spared.

"Ziyu, are you awake?"

Qi Jinyu, who was sitting at the table handling official business, heard the noise from the bed, poured a cup of tea, got up and sat down by the bed, and personally fed him tea, "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

Su Zi waved her hand, propping herself up against the headboard, her body still aching. "When did you get up?"

Qi Jinyu kneaded his hand and said tenderly, "I was only a little earlier than you. Now that the Xiongnu have surrendered, the military camp has to take charge of the negotiations. The strategist is urging me to go back and take charge of the overall situation."

As he spoke, his face was full of reluctance.

He finally managed to stay at the mansion with his wife for a few days under the pretext of recuperating from his injuries, but the strategist and the others kept urging him to come and lead the troops into battle, while they insisted that he should be the one to handle negotiations and such.

Can't he just have a few days of peace and quiet with his wife?

Seeing his evasive expression, Su Ziyu squeezed his hand, "Before the people from the capital arrive, Your Highness will naturally have to put in a lot of effort. However, I think with the strategist's abilities, we can definitely make the Xiongnu suffer."

Qi Jinyu agreed with this point, and he briefly mentioned that Qin Wujiu was shot in the chest with an arrow in the final battle, "If it weren't for that breastplate, the strategist would probably be in grave danger."

As Qi Jinyu described, Su Ziyu's expression gradually changed. He stroked his chin and said, "Your Highness, perhaps it's time to consider telling my maternal grandfather about our relationship."

I have to get there before my cousin.

He hoped his maternal grandfather and uncle wouldn't blame him; how could he have failed to notice when his cousin and Qin Wujiu...

Qi Jinyu: ? ? ?

They seemed to have just been discussing official business, how did they suddenly start talking about marriage?

Although Qi Jinyu was puzzled as to why Ziyu changed the subject so suddenly, she quickly shifted her attention and said with undisguised joy, "Madam, you're finally going to give me a title!!"