CHAPTER 335: CHAPTER 332 PAMPERING

The sky was already dark, and Song Xian had been unconscious for two hours.

Finally, there were signs of waking up. Chang An dared not delay and immediately reported to Xie Liangchen.

Xie Liangchen looked at Xie Shao Yuan. After Chang An and Chang Yue carried Song Xian and her back to the village, she was concerned about Song Xian’s condition and didn’t avoid suspicion in front of others.

Perhaps others didn’t notice, but her father must have seen her holding Song Xian’s hand.

She still didn’t know how to explain it to her father. If she were to clarify things with Song Xian, it would have to start from her previous life when she wanted to avenge Song.

But she wouldn’t tell her father about this. Her ending in her previous life wasn’t good, and saying it would only increase her father’s sorrow.

Before Xie Liangchen could speak, Xie Shao Yuan said, "Go ahead!"

Xie Liangchen nodded and immediately walked out.

Song Xian lay on the kang, uneasily furrowing his brows, his lips moving as if saying something. Xie Liangchen went closer to listen carefully.

Song Xian’s voice was very weak, but Xie Liangchen still heard it clearly.

Song Xian was calling her name.

"Liangchen..."

"I’m here," Xie Liangchen held Song Xian’s hand, "It’s okay now, we’re all okay."

But Song Xian seemed not to hear her words, continuing to call her name, making Xie Liangchen’s vision blur again as Song Xian hadn’t actually woken up.

"Take it slow," Xie Liangchen gently massaged Song Xian’s fingers, "Rest for a while, you’ll get better slowly." After running around for so many days, fighting so many battles, now that everything had settled, it was time to take the opportunity to rest a bit.

"But not too long," Xie Liangchen said, "lest I worry."

She kept talking back and forth with Song Xian, not knowing if he could actually hear, but fortunately, in a while, Song Xian’s furrowed brow slightly relaxed, he stopped struggling, and quietly fell back asleep.

During the night, Song Xian started to run a fever, his breathing quick and shallow. Xie Liangchen used a cloth to cool Song Xian’s forehead, and in a short time, the cloth was warmed up.

It wasn’t until dawn that Song Xian began to improve.

"Miss Xie," Chang An said, "take a break, I’ll watch over him."

Xie Liangchen nodded but didn’t leave the room. Instead, she turned and laid down on the small kang. She needed to preserve her strength, unable to exhaust herself entirely, otherwise, there would be one more patient here.

Cheng Yanzhao handled the Liao prisoners and reinforced the checkpoint’s defenses before hurriedly rushing over. Hearing that Xie Liangchen was sleeping in the room, he didn’t dare to go inside to see Song Xian.

Cheng Yanzhao mused inwardly, wondering how happy Song Xian would be if he knew Miss Xie was taking care of him without avoiding suspicion.

After all, the desperate journey here and saving Miss Xie’s life at the critical moment, wasn’t it all for this moment? Cheng Yanzhao felt a mixture of emotions, wondering if loving someone really was that worthwhile.

Seeing Song Xian’s changes made Cheng Yanzhao almost want to experience it himself, but recalling that whip lashed at him in the dark... Cheng Yanzhao shivered, involuntarily trembling.

Not all girls are like Miss Xie, capable of cooking, making medicine, and running a business. Some people are rash and rude, lashing out without considering who it is.

If searching, one should open their eyes wide and find someone similar to Miss Xie, well-educated and dignified.

Thinking this, Cheng Yanzhao dragged his weary body back to the Central Army Tent, still needing to write a battle report to the court and guard against an unexpected attack by Xiao Xingzong. The Pseudo King’s troops left in Ying County and Shuo County had not been completely cleared. Cheng Yanzhao suddenly wanted to switch places with Song Xian in the room.

Yet, despite these thoughts, Cheng Yanzhao still worried for Song Xian.

Cheng Yanzhao silently muttered: Don’t let anything happen, Song Xian, or the brothers will look down on you; you haven’t even married Miss Xie yet.

When Xie Liangchen woke up, it was already noon, and the kitchen had sent over millet porridge.

Though Song Xian wasn’t fully awake, he could drowsily respond a bit. Xie Liangchen coaxed Song Xian to eat half a bowl of porridge and fed him a small half bowl of medicine.

Now Xie Liangchen realized that General Song was afraid of bitterness. Even when ill and groggy, he still understood how to slack off, holding the medicine in his mouth without swallowing.

How strange, isn’t holding it more bitter?

With this illness, had he reverted to a child’s mindset?

"Swallow it," Xie Liangchen said, "swallow it and I’ll give you something sweet."

Where could I find something sweet? If they were in Zhenzhou, they might find that thick syrupy cane juice, but here in the Eight States, even food is hard to come by, and kids like Hu Zi have no idea what syrup or sweetness tastes like.

Xie Liangchen didn’t have any syrup to give Song, only drawing a big cake to deceive him.

By evening, Song Xian grew feverish again but was much better than the day before, recovering to normal in less than two hours, allowing Xie Liangchen to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Song Xian was young, trained in martial arts for years, his foundation was good, unlike others who wouldn’t recover so easily.

"Where is Wang Kui?" Xie Liangchen could now spare the thought to ask these things.

Chang Yue said, "He’s been caught. Both Chang An and I questioned him."

Xie Liangchen said, "He’s one of Yang Wu’s men, right?" Now that the situation was settled, the most likely person to try and kill her would be Yang Wu’s men. When Cheng Yanzhao arrived at Dai State, he told her that Old General Zhang knew of her identity.

Since Old General Zhang knew, Yang Wu’s men could have also gotten the news.

In Wang Family Village, when she spoke to her second uncle, she accidentally revealed some personal details, like her living with her grandmother and Song, leading spies to guess her mother might no longer be alive.

If she died, Yang Wu would become the sole surviving offspring of Prince Guangyang, and with the Eight States pacified, the court might give Yang Wu some rewards out of respect for Prince Guangyang.

Chang Yue said, "Yes, he’s working for Yang Wu. After hearing Miss Xie’s identity, he acted."

Xie Liangchen nodded, "Even if he works for Yang Wu, there must be others driving him from behind. Find out who sent him the message, if anyone promised him benefits. After all, Yang Wu is just a pawn for others."

Chang Yue responded affirmatively.

Xie Liangchen continued, "How is Sanyan doing?"

Chang Yue said, "The medical worker looked, and she’s much better."

At the critical moment, Chang Yue pulled Sanyan back; otherwise, the child wouldn’t be here.

"A tiger doesn’t eat its own cub," Xie Liangchen said, "I truly didn’t expect it."

"Miss Xie was too exhausted," Chang Yue lowered his head, very remorseful, "I didn’t think it through thoroughly."

"Aren’t you tired?" Xie Liangchen comforted Chang Yue, "You’ve already blocked many dangers for me, but no one can be infallible. Don’t dwell on it."

Chang Yue left, and Xie Liangchen went to rest on the small kang. Perhaps because Song Xian was much better and Chang An and the others were guarding, her mind also relaxed, and she slept soundly that night.

When she awoke, Xie Liangchen sensed someone beside her. She opened her eyes and turned her head to see Song Xian sitting by the kang, looking at her.

Song Xian’s face was still pale, a softness and warmth replacing the sharpness in his brow. He gazed down at her, unknown for how long.

"Guessed you would wake up too." Song Xian said, picking up two eggs from the table beside him, carefully peeling the shells.

Xie Liangchen looked at him, just about to ask how he was feeling, when an egg, already peeled, was brought to her lips.

Song Xian’s lips curved in a small smile: "Couldn’t find anything nicer, this is all there is for now. Eat up!"