Lamps were lit in the room, and A’Ru bustled about constantly bringing various broths and waters.

Qi Yue lay on the kang, covered with a quilt, her hair loose, with a warm towel on her forehead.

“I can’t go on, this dizziness is terrible, it’s still the illness from being knocked that hasn’t healed…” She moaned and groaned, gasping as if she might die at any moment.

“What should we do? I’ll go get a physician.” A’Ru was frightened and somewhat at a loss, helping her drink the freshly brewed medicine.

“I can’t eat anything, I can’t even get up, I want to vomit as soon as I eat.” Qi Yue moaned, clutching the quilt tightly without moving.

“Prince…” A’Ru looked at Chang Yuncheng with worry and urgency.

Since Qi Yue had been helped into the inner room, he had been staying over there, sitting at the kang table slowly pouring wine and eating by himself, seemingly oblivious to the commotion here.

Now, having apparently heard enough of the excitement, he put down his wine cup and strode over, standing at the bedside looking at Qi Yue.

“Prince, this servant will go fetch a physician, please wait…” A’Ru said carefully with some pleading, “The Young Madam’s illness really hasn’t healed…”

Please don’t just leave with a wave of your hand.

“Young Madam, do you have any way to hold on somehow, just endure until we get home…” She leaned down to help Qi Yue change the towel and whispered.

With great difficulty, the Prince had agreed to let them return – they absolutely couldn’t miss this opportunity.

“This illness can’t be moved, I must lie still and rest…” Qi Yue moaned, “Don’t worry, lying down for a few days will naturally heal it, no need for medicine…”

A’Ru was half-believing.

“I was wrong.” Chang Yuncheng spoke up.

This statement came out of nowhere, and A’Ru didn’t understand, looking back at him.

“Tell me, what do you want me to do?” Chang Yuncheng continued.

A’Ru was stunned, glanced at Qi Yue, who had her eyes closed and was moaning, but her face couldn’t hide her smile. She suddenly understood.

“Young Madam…” She couldn’t help but call out. This was too… too…

“Oh my, Prince, you’re being so polite. How could you be wrong?” Qi Yue stretched out her hand to pillow behind her head, speaking leisurely.

Not a trace of illness remained.

Chang Yuncheng looked at her, suddenly raising the corner of his mouth.

“Wrong in being short-sighted and speaking too absolutely.” Chang Yuncheng replied.

Somehow, after he said this, the stuffiness in his heart suddenly dissipated, replaced by an urge to laugh.

Qi Yue stared at him.

“Talk about your own matters, no need to remind me in passing.” She said.

A’Ru looked at both of them and slowly stepped back.

Chang Yuncheng’s smile finally couldn’t be contained and spread across his face, eventually becoming uncontrollable laughter.

Qi Yue wasn’t hurried or annoyed, just lay leisurely on the bed, waiting for Chang Yuncheng’s laughter to stop.

“Finished laughing?” She asked, “You may leave.”

Chang Yuncheng’s laughter started again, and he lifted his robe to sit on the bedside.

Seeing this, A’Ru quickly lowered her head and withdrew.

“I’m sorry.” Chang Yuncheng stopped laughing and spoke seriously.

Qi Yue nodded.

“Mm, not bad, these three words ‘I’m sorry’ are really easy to say…” She also spoke seriously.

Chang Yuncheng interrupted her.

“For me, it’s not easy.” He said.

This statement was really asking for a beating.

“Do you actually know how you were wrong?” Qi Yue sat up, frowning.

“I already said it – shouldn’t have been short-sighted and spoken too absolutely.” Chang Yuncheng also frowned as he replied.

Qi Yue looked at him and shook her head.

“Let me help you count how many wrong things you’ve done.” She extended her hand, “First, to save your own people, you injured innocent Yuan Bao.”

Chang Yuncheng shook his head.

“Injuring him won’t kill him, but if I didn’t injure him, my subordinates would die. Tell me, is it worth it? Besides, my subordinates’ lives are worth a hundred of that boy.” He lifted his head slightly, speaking with arrogance.

Qi Yue looked at him somewhat amused.

“Since they’re all lives, how can there be distinctions of nobility and baseness?” She said.

“Since they’re lives, naturally there are distinctions of nobility and baseness.” Chang Yuncheng replied.

The two looked at each other.

“Are kings, dukes, generals, and ministers born with special blood!” Qi Yue raised her hand and shouted.

Chang Yuncheng laughed scornfully.

“If they don’t have special blood, why would they need to become kings, dukes, generals, and ministers?” He said indifferently.

Qi Yue looked at him with a frown.

“There’s a generation gap talking to you. Fine, let’s leave this matter.” She waved her hand, shifted to sit more properly, “What about how you treated me?”

Chang Yuncheng remained silent.

“First, leaving for three years without a word or inquiry – is this how a husband behaves?” Qi Yue asked.

She didn’t believe any nonsense about being busy with military affairs and having no mind for personal feelings. It was clearly deliberate.

“Have you ever thought about how awkward my days would be because of your behavior?” Qi Yue looked at him, “Why do you think I shamelessly moved into your courtyard? Chang Yuncheng, you’re not the only one with face – everyone has face. What can make someone tear away their face to do something doesn’t just hurt your face.”

After she finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Standing in the outer room, A’Ru couldn’t help but cover her mouth as tears fell.

Such calm sadness was more heartbreaking than crying and shouting.

“Later, you beat me, scolded me, and humiliated me. Chang Yuncheng, is this called being husband and wife? Even mortal enemies over a father’s murder wouldn’t be treated worse.” Qi Yue looked at him and continued.

Chang Yuncheng smiled slightly, wanted to say something but ultimately didn’t.

“I was wrong.” He looked at Qi Yue and simply said again.

Qi Yue looked at him and smiled.

“Then how do you plan to treat me in the future?” She asked with a smile.

“Treat you well.” Chang Yuncheng looked at her and replied.

“How will you treat me well?” Qi Yue propped her chin with her hand, looking at him with interest.

Chang Yuncheng’s face grew increasingly dark.

“You tell me.” He spat out these two words.

“From now on, you can only be good to me alone, you must dote on me, you can’t lie to me, you must do everything you promise me, every word you say to me must be sincere, you can’t lie to me or scold me, you must care about me, when others bully me, you must be the first to help me, when I’m happy, you must be happy with me, when I’m unhappy, you must coax me to happiness, you must always think I’m the most beautiful, you must see me even in your dreams, and in your heart there can only be me.” Qi Yue propped her head with her hand, smiling as she looked at him and spoke slowly.

This year their thoracic surgery department’s year-end variety show, she had prepared a parody version of “The Fierce Wife,” but it fell through because the original male lead became her ex-boyfriend. She never expected it would come in handy one day. Somehow, as she finished speaking with a smile, tears couldn’t help but flow down.

Really… really shameless…

For a woman to say such words…

Chang Yuncheng’s face was black as a pot bottom. Suddenly seeing that the person who had been smugly triumphant was actually crying, he stiffened.

“Fine, I’ve noted it down.” He replied after a moment of silence.

“That’s enough for today. I’m tired. We’ll discuss the rest another day. I want to sleep.” Qi Yue waved her hand, completely losing interest.

Chang Yuncheng suddenly stood up.

“That’s about enough.” He said with suppressed anger.

But Qi Yue glanced at him dismissively and pulled the quilt over herself as she lay down.

“Prince, now is not the time for you to kick me out.” She said lazily, “Besides, I’m not a child. Those sweet words are just for listening to the excitement – how could I really take them to heart?”

Chang Yuncheng’s fists clenched as he looked at this woman who had already lain down, showing only her black hair.

“Don’t think there’s no way without you.” He squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth, turned, and strode away.

A’Ru in the outer room was terrified. She made up her mind that if the Prince came out, she would desperately hug his legs and never let him go even if it killed her…

The forceful footsteps stopped at the door. A’Ru’s heartbeat almost stopped too. Just as she was about to suffocate, the footsteps moved again, but retreated…

A’Ru let out a long breath and leaned against the partition door.

Chang Yuncheng stood back at the bedside, looking at the woman on the bed. From beginning to end, she hadn’t moved, as if she had died in her sleep.

Chang Yuncheng’s fists clenched and unclenched. Finally, gritting his teeth, he reached out and tore off his outer robe.

Qi Yue hugged the quilt, immersed in past emotional wounds. From the moment she learned of the betrayal, anger had occupied all her emotions. But as time passed, when she thought of it again, sadness overwhelmed her. That man who had once been so excellent, who had raised his arms in the laboratory shouting about reaching the pinnacle of medical arts, would one day resort to unscrupulous means for fame and profit. Or perhaps, in the end, he simply no longer loved her…

Qi Yue sighed and wanted to change position, but as soon as she turned over, she was stunned with fright.

“You, what are you doing?” She threw off the quilt and sat up shouting.

Chang Yuncheng had already undressed to only his pants, his hands working on his belt. Hearing the question, he looked up at her.

Seeing him look over, Qi Yue quickly wrapped herself in the quilt again.

“Hey, I’m telling you, I have principles. A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. Threatening me like this is useless.” She shouted.

Chang Yuncheng’s face had been dark, but seeing her like this and hearing these words, a slightly mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“What am I doing? Didn’t you say I was wrong to leave you for three years without a word? We’re husband and wife, so naturally we should do what husband and wife should do.” He said, pulling off his belt.

Qi Yue made two “wa wa” sounds and covered her head with the quilt.

“…This way I am your husband, you are my wife, and we’ll have children…”

Chang Yuncheng’s voice came through the quilt.

“…This way, you can be at peace…”

Then there were hands tugging at her quilt, and Qi Yue held on tightly.

“Are you sick? Who has the mood for this kind of thing now?” She shouted, “Put your clothes back on quickly, let’s continue talking, talk properly.”

“We can talk after we’re done.” Chang Yuncheng’s voice came from outside, followed by a strong force that pulled the quilt away.

“A’Ru, save me!” Qi Yue screamed and scrambled to get off the bed.

A’Ru outside had blushed from the first sentence Chang Yuncheng spoke, and ran away with a red face, both shocked and delighted, naturally not forgetting to thoughtfully close both the inner and outer doors.

“Enough, stop playing hard to get. I know what you women are thinking…”

With these words, Qi Yue was pressed down by a hand on her shoulder, and then the mountain-like man pressed down on her, pushing her onto the bed.