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Zhan Zhao shook his head and smiled. He was in a real bind. His injuries were still unstable, and he didn't know how to refuse Mo Yan without hurting her feelings.

"What's there to be afraid of! What's a real man afraid of getting married?" Yelü Pusa Nu strolled over gloatingly, lowered his head, and leaned in to whisper, "Could it be that you're afraid you can't consummate the marriage because of your injury?"

Zhan Zhaojun blushed instantly, knowing that he was deliberately making fun of him: "Brother, why make fun of me? You should think of a solution for me instead."

"I would beg for such a good thing, and you're actually turning it away."

"I am poisoned. If I were to marry now, what if... wouldn't that ruin her life?" Zhan Zhao sighed softly.

Upon hearing this, Yelü Pusa Nu's smile faded, and his gaze fell on the pigeon coop in the courtyard outside the window. After a long while, he said, "I think that's why she wants to marry you even more."

“How could I not know…” Zhan Zhao said in a deep voice, “that is why I cannot agree to her request.”

Hearing Mo Yan's footsteps as she left Zhao Yu's room, Yelü Pusa Nu said no more and quickly walked out.

Mo Yan helped Zhao Yu change her sweat-soaked clothes, carried her to the courtyard, placed her in a wooden basin, and quickly washed and dried her. Then she rushed to stew soup and porridge. Once the porridge was cooked, she stir-fried a few light dishes, set aside the food for Yelü Pusa Nu on the table. The rest was served on a tray to Zhan Zhao, who ate with her until they finished. Afterwards, she tidied up and brought out the stewed pigeon soup, taking it to Zhao Yu's room to feed her. After feeding Zhao Yu, she hastily finished her own leftovers, cleaned the dishes, and then grabbed a handful of rice to feed the pigeons.

"Coo coo coo coo coo..." She squatted in front of the pigeon coop, teasing the fattest one among them.

Yelü Pusa Nu strolled over slowly and watched the pigeons beside her for a while. Suddenly, out of the blue, he said, "Are you really going to marry Zhan Zhao tonight? With Zhan Zhao's health, he might not even be able to... perform the wedding ceremony." He wanted to say "not even the bridal chamber," but he swallowed the words back down.

Mo Yan turned to look at him curiously: "Then what's the big deal about not bowing to heaven and earth?"

"If you don't bow to heaven and earth, what kind of wedding is that? Do you think lighting two candles counts as a wedding?"

“My second brother said that those are just unnecessary formalities created by mediocre people. Marriage is a matter between two people, so why bother to worship heaven and earth or pay respects to elders? It’s all superfluous.”

After being rebuked and called a mediocre person, Yelü Pusa Nu sneered, "If that's the case, why did you buy red candles? Isn't that just redundant?"

Unexpectedly, he also saw the pair of dragon and phoenix red candles. Mo Yan's face flushed slightly: "I think red candles are very auspicious and make people happy just by looking at them, so I specially bought a pair."

Yelü Pusa Nu had nothing to say, but glanced up at Zhan Zhao's room and couldn't help asking again, "There's nothing here, so how exactly do you plan to get married?"

“Getting married doesn’t require much,” Mo Yan straightened up and asked curiously, “Isn’t living together the same as getting married?”

He finally understood what she was thinking: "You mean tonight..."

"I'll be sharing a room with Brother Zhan tonight."

Mo Yan's face was flushed, but her joy outweighed her shyness.

Yelü Pusa Nu walked away silently, thinking to himself: Brother, I wanted to do my best to stop her, but she has no moves or techniques, and I have no way to stop her. You should just accept your fate.

As night fell, Mo Yan finished her chores in the kitchen and boiled a large pot of water. Because Zhao Yu was clean, after changing her dressings, Mo Yan wiped her body and changed her clothes.

"Brother! You should also wipe yourself down and change your clothes."

She carried a steaming copper basin into Jinzhao's room and smiled at him.

"Okay, put it on the stool, I'll do it myself." Zhan Zhao leaned forward slightly, which aggravated the injury on his chest, causing him to wince in pain.

Mo Yan put down the copper basin and said urgently, "Don't move, what if the wound reopens?"

"...Then, you'll have to trouble the Vice Envoy to come over."

"It's such a small matter, why bother him? I can handle it."

As she spoke, she stepped forward. Before Zhan Zhao could react, she reached out and began to undress him. Zhan Zhao was only wearing a dark robe, and after taking it off, he was bare-chested. Although he treated Mo Yan differently from others, he couldn't be as open and honest with her as he was with her when they met bare-chested.

Mo Yan didn't think too much about it. Her gaze fell on his wound, her brows furrowed, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "She's so ruthless, I won't let her get away with this." She turned around, wrung out a cloth, and carefully wiped Zhan Zhao's back, not daring to use too much force.

Zhan Zhao felt a mixture of warmth and embarrassment, but then he heard her mutter to herself. Since they met, Mo Yan had never asked about his ordeal, so how could she be talking about seeking revenge? He thought for a moment and realized something was wrong. He turned to her and asked, "You just said you wouldn't let anyone off the hook?"

"Naturally, it's the person who hurt you."

"Do you know who it is?"

“It must be related to Madam Fang from the embroidery shop,” Mo Yan said slowly. “Although you are unwilling to tell me, do you think I can’t guess from the poison on your body?” She lowered her head and pinched his shoulder and arm again, then began to wipe his shoulder and arm.

"Xiao Qi, I'm not telling you because this matter is too important to discuss right now. Will you be angry with me?"

"If I were angry with you, would you say so?" she asked him with a smile.

At that moment, a soft rustling sound came from outside the window; it had started to rain. Zhan Zhao listened to the rain, smiled bitterly, shook his head, and stopped what he was doing. Mo Yan tilted her head and looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled and leaned forward to kiss his lips, saying, "Of course I won't be angry with you. I know you have to keep these things from me, and you must be feeling even worse than I am, so no matter what, I won't be angry with you."

“Xiao Qi…” Zhan Zhao looked at her, unable to say anything. After a long while, he said, “You should not go to seek revenge on Madam Fang. She is already dead.”

"Dead? You killed her?"

“It wasn’t me,” Zhan Zhao pressed her hand down. “In any case, this matter is not yet over, so you must not act rashly.”

"oh."

Mo Yan had no choice but to agree. She wrung out the hot towel again, bent down, and lowered her head to wipe his chest.

Her hair gently brushed against his chest, and the scent of her body lingered around his nose, making Zhan Zhao feel both tingly and itchy. He could still feel the lingering warmth of her lips on his own, and his heart was filled with longing. His willpower had been greatly diminished after his injury, and since Mo Yan was the person he deeply loved, he couldn't control himself for a moment. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, kissing her neck.

"Brother, the candles haven't been lit yet..."

Mo Yan was dazed by his kisses, her body limp against him, murmuring softly, and involuntarily kissed him back.

The rain pattered down, then grew heavier, and it seemed that the only sounds were their own breathing. Lost in passion, they entwined, and before they knew it, Zhan Zhao was kissing her lower and lower, while Mo Yan's collar loosened, his hand tracing her shoulder and slipping inside her clothes… Mo Yan felt utterly weak, and reaching out to grab him, she accidentally touched the wound on his chest.

Pain shot through his body like lightning. Zhan Zhao groaned in pain as he regained consciousness. He quickly pushed Mo Yan away and reached out to cover her clothes.

"I'm sorry, I..." Zhan Zhao ignored the pain, grabbed his clothes and hurriedly put them on, secretly regretting his reckless behavior.

Pushed away by him, Mo Yan felt a little disappointed, but also heartbroken for Zhan Zhao's injury. She said, "Big brother, when you're healed, can you kiss me like this again? I really like it."