“Like hell I’m your woman!” Qi Yue raised her hand and shoved him hard, “Like hell I’m your woman, get away, get away! Sleep your ass!”

Chang Yuncheng was nearly exploding with rage. This damned woman had completely lost her mind! His chest rose and fell violently, clearly infuriated beyond measure. He abruptly released Qi Yue and leaned against the carriage wall.

This time, he didn’t storm off in a huff.

The carriage fell into silence, with the sound of rolling wheels, horse hooves, and the guards’ conversations drifting in chaotically.

“I wasn’t trying to do anything,” Chang Yuncheng said in a muffled voice after a while, “Just kissing, hugging, touching…”

“Touch your sister! Don’t talk to me!” Qi Yue hissed in a low voice.

Chang Yuncheng’s face flushed with embarrassment, his veins bulging, teeth grinding audibly, but he ultimately remained silent.

Qi Yue leaned against the other side, straightening her clothes. Looking down, she could see kiss marks on her skin. Thinking of the earlier chaos, she felt a mixture of shame, embarrassment, and anger. Being thrown into this godforsaken place, dumped by her modern scumbag boyfriend, and now nearly violated by this ancient man – why was she so unlucky? Her eyes reddened involuntarily, and tears she couldn’t hold back began to fall.

Chang Yuncheng noticed.

Apologize? Absolutely not. What was there to apologize for? If anyone should apologize, it should be that woman!

“Stop crying!” he finally said in a muffled voice.

Qi Yue ignored him. She didn’t sob aloud, just raised her hand to wipe away the falling tears. She straightened her clothes, took out a mirror and comb, and began tidying her hair bit by bit. This was the first time since arriving here that she had combed her own hair. As she slowly combed, her emotions gradually calmed.

Until it grew dark and they stopped at an inn, the two hadn’t spoken another word.

As night fell over the post station, the two who were still sharing a room each slept in their own beds. The silence was so profound that even the attendants dared not breathe loudly.

Compared to the quiet post station, the Xie residence was in quite an uproar. When a middle-aged man was hurriedly escorted into the room, the woman inside was already crying so hard she could barely stand.

“Physician An, please take a look… why won’t Hao-ge’er wake up?” Zhao-ge stepped forward immediately, saying in a trembling voice.

Being woken up in the middle of the night would put any doctor in a bad mood, especially for a child he had already examined and repeatedly diagnosed with diarrhea.

“Illness strikes like a landslide, recovery is like pulling silk thread. The young master has a weak constitution and was already difficult to nurture. Don’t worry, take the medicine slowly and recover properly…” Physician An said leisurely. This composed demeanor in the face of any crisis was taught by his father – the first thing a good doctor must do is maintain confidence at all times, as this provides the greatest comfort to patients.

“Yes, yes.” Zhao-ge nodded in agreement while waving away the maids and asking Physician An to sit down.

Physician An sat down and casually pulled out the infant’s hand. The moment he saw the palm lines and fingerprints, his expression changed drastically.

“How can this be!” he cried out in shock, jumping to his feet.

This shout struck everyone in the room like a thunderbolt.

“Doctor!” Zhao-ge’s wife screamed, her legs giving way as she collapsed to the floor.

This meant the child’s illness was indeed very serious…

Old Madam Xie was also disturbed and came over, supported by a maid.

“How can a case of diarrhea cause such a commotion?” she said, sitting down and breathing heavily.

Children were hard to raise – of the three children she had raised, only two survived, and now only one remained. This generation of legitimate grandsons had been slow to reproduce, and when they finally had one, just as he was about to reach his hundredth day, was he still not going to make it?

Physician An lit three lamps in front of him and nearly pressed his face to the child’s palm. Those nearby could clearly see the fine sweat on his nose tip. Everyone in the room dared not speak loudly, and even the eldest aunt and daughter-in-law covered their mouths with handkerchiefs when crying, afraid of disturbing the doctor’s pulse-taking.

Hearing Old Madam Xie’s words, Physician An turned around.

“Old Madam, this is not diarrhea,” he said with a grim expression.

Old Madam Xie shot to her feet.

“Whatever it is, just tell me how to treat it,” she said, her heart already guessing something, her words trembling.

Physician An sighed and shook his head.

“This child has a liver that cannot store blood – it’s convulsive syndrome. This disease initially affects the liver, with liver meridian wind-heat, wind and fire combining, qi and blood in chaotic reverse flow. When qi stagnates, water cannot flow and phlegm is produced. When qi stagnates, blood must congeal. Phlegm and blood stasis reinforce each other, causing mental confusion and convulsions – this is convulsive syndrome,” he explained.

This lengthy explanation left everyone in the room completely bewildered.

“Doctor, since you know the condition, please treat it quickly,” the eldest aunt urged.

Physician An shook his head.

“I’m afraid I’m powerless to help…” he said slowly. “This condition has no cure.”

This statement immediately threw the room into chaos, with crying and shouting erupting instantly.

Old Madam Xie collapsed back into her chair.

“When will your father return?” she shouted.

Physician An sighed.

“Actually, even if father returns, this condition…” he shook his head, but following his habit of comforting patients’ families, he rallied his spirits and said, “Perhaps he’ll arrive home tomorrow evening, if the child can hold on until then…”

After speaking, he bowed again and withdrew.

The room filled with wailing. Zhao-ge’s wife, however, stopped crying. She sat blankly on the floor while two or three servants pinched and slapped her.

“My lady, please cry it out, cry it out. You can’t hold it in,” the servants wept and shouted.

“This isn’t diarrhea…” Zhao-ge’s wife suddenly murmured, repeating this phrase over and over.

The servants assumed the young mistress was mentally confused from excessive grief and continued to rub and comfort her through their tears.

Zhao-ge’s wife’s voice grew louder and louder, and she suddenly stood up.

“This isn’t diarrhea! She said it! She said it then! She knew!” she shouted suddenly.

The crying in the room quieted at her outburst, everyone involuntarily looking at her.

Zhao-ge’s wife was already rushing toward the door, causing several servants to hurriedly restrain her.

“Let me go, quickly invite her, quickly invite her to save Hao-ge’er!” Zhao-ge’s wife struggled and screamed as if possessed.

“Stop her quickly,” the eldest aunt cried. “What is this about?”

Unable to get out the door, Zhao-ge’s wife threw herself at her husband.

“Husband, quickly invite the Lord and Young Mistress. Young Mistress can definitely cure him,” she cried, gripping her husband’s arm so tightly that she broke a fingernail without noticing.

“What are you saying?” Zhao-ge asked, confused by his wife’s painful grip.

“Do you remember, when Young Mistress left today, she looked at Hao-ge’er and said this didn’t look like diarrhea, telling us to be careful,” Zhao-ge’s wife said urgently. Thinking of then and seeing now, tears flowed like a spring.

It was her, she had harmed the child. If she had let Young Mistress examine him then…

Hearing this, everyone in the room remembered, their expressions becoming quite animated.

“This… this might have been something she said casually, a coincidence…” the eldest aunt said hesitantly.

“Who?” Old Madam Xie asked loudly, being hard of hearing.

“Grandmother,” Zhao-ge’s wife stumbled over and knelt before Old Madam Xie, crying, “Please have someone invite Young Mistress back. She can definitely cure him. Didn’t the Lord say she’s a divine physician?”

Old Madam Xie heard clearly and struck her cane on the floor.

“This is nonsense! You believe that too? If she’s a divine physician, then I’m an immortal!” she scolded.

“But the Lord wouldn’t lie. Grandmother, don’t you know the Lord’s temperament?” Zhao-ge’s wife clung to her knees, crying. “Grandmother, when has the Lord ever lied?”

Old Madam Xie sat in her chair with a complex expression.

Yes, her grandson had never lied. Whatever he said, that’s what it was…

“Did she really say Hao-ge’er didn’t have diarrhea?” she asked.

“This morning when she examined Zhao-ge, she said it then, that it didn’t seem like diarrhea, but… but at the time we didn’t let her…” Zhao-ge’s wife nodded, and at this point tears fell like rain again. She couldn’t help but slap herself, “Hao-ge’er, mother harmed you…”

Though she slapped her own face, the eldest aunt felt as if she had been struck.

At that time, it was she who had forbidden the examination…

“This, this, this – how could she be a divine physician? You’re desperately grasping at straws now. She was just speaking casually, you’re imagining too much… Besides, even Physician An said it can’t be cured…” the eldest aunt said with a complex expression.

She truly hoped there was such a divine physician who could save her grandson’s life, but that person – how could it be that beggar Young Mistress from Marquis Dingxi’s residence?

Old Madam Xie struck her cane forcefully, having made up her mind.

“Prepare horses, go after them,” she commanded.

Qi Yue actually hadn’t slept all night.

She and Chang Yuncheng were still sharing a room, except this time they didn’t argue over the bed, which was still a small bed. In fact, since the carriage incident, they hadn’t said a word to each other.

“What should I do?” Qi Yue turned over, rumpling her already disheveled hair even more.

It seemed Chang Yuncheng had truly given up on the idea of divorcing her…

This would be great news for Qi Yueniang, but the key point was, she wasn’t Qi Yueniang.

Actually be husband and wife with this man?

As this thought flashed through her mind, Qi Yue couldn’t help but turn over again, feeling an indescribable sensation in her heart…

A lifetime was too long…

Especially for her, in this strange space-time with everything unfamiliar, so many rules she couldn’t understand or accept, too many variables and uncertainties…

Even in her familiar space-time, in an environment where everything was under control, hadn’t her relationship ended without cause?

So here, how long could feelings last?

Having a romance with an ancient man – wouldn’t that be crazy…

But what else could she do? Tell him directly that she wasn’t Qi Yueniang and ask him to let her go? That would be suicide!

This man wasn’t like A’Ru. Those fists the size of sandbags could probably beat her soul right out of her body and back to reincarnation…

She turned over again and suddenly saw the curtain lift as Chang Yuncheng sat up.

Qi Yue shrieked in fright and sat up clutching the blanket.

“Enough, what are you shouting about?” Chang Yuncheng scolded in a bad mood, sitting cross-legged.

Qi Yue patted her chest, watching him warily.

“What do you want to do?” she demanded in a low voice.

“Tell me, what exactly do you want?” Chang Yuncheng took a deep breath and asked slowly.

Qi Yue was stunned by his question.

“What do you mean, what do I want?” she said.

“What must I do for you to behave properly and stop making trouble with me?” Chang Yuncheng took another deep breath and said slowly.

“How am I making trouble?” Qi Yue immediately protested, then looked up at Chang Yuncheng.

Dawn was breaking, and she could see his face clearly in the tent – this young man in the prime of his youth…

“Speaking of which, it is somewhat inhumane…” she hesitated for a moment, deciding that human relationships should be based on empathy and understanding. A normal man, campaigning for three years, finally returning home to find his beautiful wife but unable to enjoy marital bliss – that would indeed be very… frustrating.

“Don’t you all have chamber maids and such? Do whatever you want,” she finally said.

Chang Yuncheng was momentarily stunned before understanding what she meant. He felt both angry and amused.

“Can’t you think normally?” he scolded.

“Your thinking is what’s not normal,” Qi Yue immediately frowned and retorted.

“When I’m speaking, can you not talk back?” Chang Yuncheng said through gritted teeth, his hands clenched on his knees making audible sounds.

Qi Yue pursed her lips and gestured for him to continue.

Chang Yuncheng was amused again, and after laughing, he sighed.

This damned woman…

He really had no way to deal with her.

Chang Yuncheng looked at her, his expression gradually softening.

“Yueniang,” he called, taking a deep breath. “I…”

Just then, chaotic sounds came from outside the door.

“Lord, Young Mistress, please save a life!” accompanied by someone’s loud shouts.

This cry for help stunned them both, and Qi Yue immediately got out of bed.

“What’s wrong?” she called out loudly.

Torches were already lit in the courtyard, illuminating it like daylight.

Chang Yuncheng swallowed the words that had reached his lips and stood up.

“What happened?” he asked toward the door, standing beside Qi Yue.