To verify her assessment, she extended her fingertip and lightly pressed near the wound, passing a faint trace of spiritual power that quickly traveled through all his meridians to examine his injuries.

Due to their spiritual energy connection, his body always gave her a sense of familiarity.

Hello, beautiful body, it’s been a while.

Indeed, there were no internal injuries.

She displayed an “as expected” expression and was about to withdraw her hand when he suddenly raised his arm and caught her slender wrist.

Her wrist was delicate, her hand small and soft as if boneless, easily enveloped in his grasp. Yun Ya’s gaze traveled up her luminous white skin, over her sleeve, shoulder, and collarbone, finally focusing on her enchanting face.

His palm was scorching hot, as always; his gaze was burning, almost tangible. Feng Miaojun did not struggle, but waited quietly to see what shocking words he might say next. This was the New Xia royal palace—no matter how brazen he might be, there were limits. She wasn’t afraid of him.

Her gaze was calm and clear, without the nervousness typical of ordinary young women in his presence. The corners of Yun Ya’s mouth lifted slightly as he praised: “The dress is beautiful. It looks good on you.”

From the moment this girl had walked in, his gaze had been involuntarily drawn to her. The thin gauze by the window couldn’t block his vision at all. The goose-yellow dress made her look delicate and tender, her face fair with a rosy tint as if water would drip out if pinched.

She had come with a bare face, walking in from the spring scenery, full of youthful vigor. This queen who dazzled the continent was, after all, just a seventeen-year-old girl, her eyes filled with all the brightness of spring.

Even if there were still traces of irritation in his heart, seeing her like this made it all dissipate like smoke.

The corner of Feng Miaojun’s lips curved almost imperceptibly before quickly fading away, like ripples stirred by a gentle breeze. She withdrew her wrist, her voice showing no fluctuation: “Whose medicine should we use, yours or mine?”

The liquid metal spirit twisted into a golden dragon on her earlobe secretly turned its head, desperately winking at Yun Ya.

Yun Ya’s gaze lingered on it for less than a breath, and it wasn’t clear if he understood its attempt to claim credit. He simply smiled and said: “Let’s use An’an’s medicine.”

Feng Miaojun made a sound of agreement and took out the medicine. Her skills were no less than the Imperial Physician’s, and she had prepared these medicines herself.

Watching her, Yun Ya said softly: “You carry medicine with you?”

“Yes,” she replied without looking up. “Why?”

“That’s a lot of trouble for you.” He sighed deeply. She was a queen who should be pampered and adored, yet she carried these medicines with her and wore clothes with tight cuffs for ease of movement. It was clear that her situation left her feeling insecure, and not as glamorous as it appeared on the surface.

Feng Miaojun didn’t quite understand what was troublesome about carrying medicine. She concentrated fully on cleaning his wounds while saying: “Since you know it’s trouble, don’t add to my burden.”

His wounds looked terrible, and just washing them produced half a basin of bloody water. The palace attendants changed the clear water three or four times before Feng Miaojun finally cleaned away all the pus and filth. Then she took out the disinfecting liquid: “Bear with it.”

The gauze curtain divided the room into two separate worlds. The people outside could only hear the State Preceptor’s long moan, filled with extreme tenderness: “Hssss… you—be gentler, I can’t bear it…”

That voice was so provocative that everyone outside, regardless of gender, listened with flushed faces.

“What are you moaning about?” Feng Miaojun said irritably. “Do you have the nerve to call yourself ‘this humble one’?” It was just pouring disinfectant, yet he could create such a sensual commotion.

But this fellow truly had a good voice. If he ever lost his livelihood, becoming a voice actor would be a good career path.

After quickly applying the medicine, Feng Miaojun gently wrapped the bandages for him. She had treated his wounds countless times before and was thoroughly experienced.

Regarding his body, there was probably no one in the world who understood it better than her.

Such wounds actually shouldn’t be covered, but since he didn’t want to expose his body and let others take advantage of their eyes, she had no choice but to cover the wounds with mermaid silk and secure them with medicinal bandages. This material was as light as if it weren’t there and wouldn’t stick to blood, only benefiting him.

The bandages needed to go around his back, so she inevitably had to lean in close. Yun Ya’s gaze moved downward, just in time to see her small earlobe turn a beautiful shade of pink, like the unfading peach blossoms outside.

So this girl was only calm on the surface. Yun Ya smiled, very much wanting to bend down and take a bite, to revisit the taste from years past. But remembering the serious consequences of the last time he had bitten her, he strongly restrained himself and gave up the idea.

Outside the curtain, the handmaids could only vaguely see the two figures on the bed seemingly embracing, causing them to break out in a sweat, their palms clammy.

Fortunately, Feng Miaojun quickly straightened up. All three injuries were now dressed!

“That’s done. You don’t need to change the bandages for the next two days. We’ll see after the medicine takes effect.” The curtain had been lowered so tightly that no air could pass through, making her face hot and flushed. “State Preceptor, rest well. I have matters to attend to and will come to see you again in two days.”

As soon as she moved, the handmaids outside quickly lifted the gauze curtain for her.

Whew, it was finally over. If the Queen had stayed any longer, the handmaids might have feared for their heads.

Feng Miaojun had only taken two steps when Yun Ya spoke again from behind: “Your Majesty has worked hard. When you return tonight, have a good rest.”

His voice concealed a kind of longing, no longer satisfied with this level of physical intimacy.

Feng Miaojun acted as if she hadn’t heard and walked straight out.

Watching her silhouette disappear through the doorway, Yun Ya’s gaze grew profound.

Hmph, this girl had feelings for him too, but she simply refused to admit it. But with Fu Lingchuan and Zhao Yun both pursuing her, what choice would she make?

In the evening, Fu Lingchuan arrived as Feng Miaojun was having dinner.

New Xia was newly established, so even the sovereign’s meals were quite simple—six dishes and one soup. She tasted tonight’s sweet soup and then instructed: “Go, arrange sweet wine pear soup for Lanxiu Garden as well, one serving per person.”

Just as she finished speaking, Fu Lingchuan walked in. She continued drinking her pear soup with elegance: “State Preceptor has arrived.”

Fu Lingchuan sat down, and someone immediately added a bowl and chopsticks for him. He waved his hand and said: “Zhao Yun came to see me again today.”

“Oh?” Feng Miaojun took a bite of a snow pear. “Did he offer better terms?”

She was truly perceptive. Fu Lingchuan nodded: “Threats and enticements, a two-pronged approach.”

She gave a light laugh: “Forget about the threats. The Yan King originally restricted your Fei Yuan to ensure he could control New Xia through her. But now, his plans have fallen through, and he can’t pose any real threat to us.”

Fu Lingchuan’s expression changed dramatically: “How did you know?”

“Zhao Yun mentioned it while speaking privately with his confidants at the guesthouse. He still intends to deal with me,” she said calmly. “Was the State Preceptor unaware?”

Fu Lingchuan pressed his lips together, his jawline becoming severe.

Given the Yan King’s nature and methods, he might have placed some restrictions on Fei Yuan that others couldn’t detect. Once New Xia was established, he could then control it remotely.