He deserves a beating.
Luo Cuiwei froze abruptly, her left hand frantically pressing against her waist. She looked up, her misty eyes wide, her face flushed with embarrassment and anger as she glared at him: "If you know you... are injured, then keep your hands to yourself!"
Yun Lie's face turned even redder than hers. Hearing this, he looked up somewhat guiltily, glancing sideways at the roof, and shook the hand that was clasped with her index finger.
"Can't I even hold hands...?"
His tall and imposing physique, coupled with his muttering voice, suggested something was amiss.
Luo Cuiwei tried her best to keep her face from turning red, and forced out a fierce sneer, "I'm talking about your right hand."
Someone's shameless right hand had already taken advantage of the chaos to tether the flower knot of the belt around her waist. If she hadn't held it down firmly, who knows how much more she would have taken advantage of the situation.
"Oh, you mean this?" He lowered his eyes in a pretentious manner, glanced at it listlessly, and reluctantly withdrew his restless left hand from the thin belt. "I just suddenly realized that this knot is tied quite nicely."
Luo Cuiwei gave him a disapproving look and said with a smile, "Don't do anything reckless. Don't forget that I have an imperial decree."
Speaking of that imperial edict, he couldn't help but feel even more depressed.
That was a "protective charm" that he personally obtained for Luo Cuiwei.
You can tell what it means to "dig your own grave" just by looking at his unsatisfied face.
Despite the commotion, Luo Cuiwei didn't forget that Yun Lie was injured.
“Your injury…” Luo Cuiwei gently touched the bandage wrapped around his body with her fingertips.
Yun Lie immediately gripped her other hand tightly, feigning pain in a slightly exaggerated manner to elicit sympathy.
“It’s bad, really bad,” he said pitifully as he moved closer to her, half-jokingly, “You could say she’s extremely weak and doesn’t have the strength to bathe herself at all.”
Having lost too much blood and without a good doctor, he remained unconscious for more than ten days before continuing his journey without stopping. It would be no exaggeration to say that he was weak.
However, fearing that Luo Cuiwei would be worried and frightened, he could only say this with three parts truth and seven parts falsehood.
"When you were grabbing people and acting recklessly just now, why weren't you weak?" Luo Cuiwei glared at him, embarrassed, unsure whether to laugh or be angry. "Wash it yourself!"
He turned and was about to leave.
But Yun Lie wrapped himself up from behind and hugged him.
"You're the most effective little pill, you can stop pain, keep someone alive, and even replenish blood and energy!" He rested his head on her shoulder, turned his face and lightly pecked her burning cheek. "If you'd let me kiss you more, you'd get better faster, believe it or not?"
Luo Cuiwei was so flustered by his outburst that her face turned red from the tips of her ears to the roots of her neck. While dodging him, she muttered with amusement, "Where did you learn such a glib tongue..."
"I understand perfectly well just by looking at you."
****
The clean room in Prince Zhao's residence was not large, but it had all the necessary internal organs.
In the center of the inner room is a rectangular stone pool. Next to the inner room, a thin wall is close to a small water-filling room. There are servants in the room who manage the water, pouring it into the pool. If the water is cold, they add firewood; if the water is hot, they extinguish the fire.
At this moment, steam rose from the surface of the pool, and the water temperature was just right.
Yun Lie was injured and it was not advisable for him to be completely submerged in the water; fortunately, it was the height of summer, so he was not afraid of getting cold. He sat on the stone steps by the pool, with only half of his body soaking in the hot water.
Unfortunately, I was wearing pants.
Luo Cuiwei sat on the small stool behind him, her face flushed, holding a wet towel in her hand. She stared at his back for a long time without looking to the side. "What nonsense are you regretting?"
Embarrassed, she couldn't help but reach out and slap him on the shoulder.
The blow wasn't actually very forceful, but the soft "snap" sound was exceptionally crisp and... enchanting in the quiet room where only the two of them were alone.
It evokes deep thought.
"Huh, did I say that?" Yun Lie's cheeks flushed slightly, and he looked back at her with innocent eyes. He pointed to the thin wall next to him and "kindly" reminded her, "Don't make such strange noises. There are people in the water supply room."
He didn't care, but he was afraid that his wife might be too ashamed to face others after going out.
Luo Cuiwei was stunned for a moment before realizing his implication. Her face immediately flushed red with embarrassment and anger. She pushed the back of his head and turned his face back, saying, "Shut up!"
Yun Lie chuckled softly and removed the bandage from his wound himself.
****
After carefully wiping Yun Lie's back, Luo Cuiwei retreated to the other side of the screen to wait.
Yun Lie didn't make things difficult for her anymore, but simply spoke to her through the screen.
"The two young generals who came back with you said that your injury must not be spread. What's wrong?" Hearing the intermittent sound of water from behind the screen, Luo Cuiwei pursed her lips and asked with some worry.
“Yun Huan and Yun tide are both eyeing the military seal of the Linchuan Army. If they find out that I am injured, they will try to take the opportunity to seize my military seal.”
Yun Lie's voice held a hint of nonchalant sneer, as if he didn't take the two of them seriously at all.
Luo Cuiwei nodded, then, remembering that he couldn't see her through the screen, she said "Oh," and asked curiously, "But neither of them seems like they're capable of leading an army. His Majesty wouldn't agree to it, would he?"
In February, at the Quanshan hunting grounds, Luo Cuiwei had also seen Princess Huanrong Yunxi from afar. She looked like she had been raised in luxury. Not to mention compared to Yun Lie, even compared to Princess Jinhui Yunpei, who led the Yuancheng navy, she seemed too delicate.
"What they want is military power; as for leading troops, they don't need to do it personally."
Both he and Yun Pei were straightforward and honest, starting from the ranks of lowly soldiers and gradually honing their skills under the guidance of veteran generals on the battlefield.
Yun Lie laughed as he spoke, "When it comes to this kind of thing, the muddle-headed old man is not as good as my father-in-law."
Although he had not yet formally met Luo Huai, when Luo Cuiwei first came to the Prince Zhao's residence to look for him, he had sent Xiong Xiaoyi to inquire about some things concerning the Luo family in Jingxi.