Everyone in the hall was laughing and chattering, while Yu Jingfeng still stood rooted in place, holding his fallen tooth.

Feng Jiu’er stood up, went over and picked up his teacup, lifted the teapot, and filled it to the brim.

She stepped forward, walking toward Yu Jingfeng. “Don’t worry — a loose tooth is fine, as long as it hasn’t fallen out completely.”

Feng Jiu’er handed Yu Jingfeng a cup of tea, her gaze settling on the tooth in his hand.

“The one that came out, I can’t do anything to save. As for the rest, I’ll prescribe you some medicine — avoid eating anything hard for a while, and they’ll gradually grow firm again.”

“Go rinse your mouth out, and I’ll take a look at you.”

Yu Jingfeng looked at Feng Jiu’er with grateful tears welling up before taking the cup from her hand.

Miss Jiu’er really was the best — everyone else was still laughing at him, but Miss Jiu’er hadn’t laughed at all, and had even offered to treat him.

He could practically fall in love with Miss Jiu’er all over again.

Yu Jingfeng pressed his lips together, shot a glare at the people still laughing at him, turned, and walked out.

He soon washed his hands and face, rinsed his mouth thoroughly, and walked back in.

Feng Jiu’er had not left; she waited for Yu Jingfeng under the candlelight.

Yu Jingfeng glanced at the crowd still gathered around the hotpot, made a sour face, then turned his gaze away and walked toward Feng Jiu’er.

“Open.”

Feng Jiu’er looked at the man now standing before her and moved the tongs in her hand.

Yu Jingfeng glanced at the tongs, gulped audibly, and opened his mouth.

Feng Jiu’er tilted her head up, glanced at the man’s jaw, then went and pulled over a chair, standing on top of it.

“Tilt your head back a little more.”

This way, she was finally taller than Yu Jingfeng.

This fellow — could his jaw really be hurt that badly?

Yu Jingfeng blinked, tilted his head back, and opened his mouth again.

Feng Jiu’er examined him thoroughly, then stepped down from the chair.

“Everything else is fine, but for this whole month, don’t use this side of your mouth to eat anything hard or tough — understood?”

“In a moment I’ll go get you some medicine, no rush.”

“Thank you, Miss Jiu’er.”

Yu Jingfeng said, pressing his lips together.

“Don’t you have something else you should be doing?”

Feng Jiu’er glanced at Yu Jingfeng, picked up the chair, and turned to head back.

“Xuepiao’s room is the east wing, room number two, over there. Her two roommates are still here too, so it’ll be convenient for you to go over now.”

“It really is convenient.”

Leng Xuepiao’s roommates laughed along together.

“Commander Yu, go on, go on — go coax Xuepiao properly, maybe she’ll forgive you.”

Leng Xuepiao’s second roommate laughed cheerfully as well.

Of the six physicians who had come today, three were men and three were women, so the three women shared one room — a perfect fit.

Yu Jingfeng still felt rather wronged. He was so pitiful, and yet here they all were, still laughing.

Still, thinking it over, they were all Miss Jiu’er’s people, so he decided to forgive them.

Yu Jingfeng said nothing more and turned, striding his long legs toward the door.

In this chamber, the cheerful bustle of the hotpot continued on.

Outside another chamber, a tall figure stood.

Yu Jingfeng arrived in front of room number two in the east wing, raised his hand to knock, then hesitated and pulled it back.

But no matter how he looked at it, he had touched someone he shouldn’t have — he couldn’t just walk away from that without taking responsibility.

Yu Jingfeng raised his hand again. He was a grown man, after all — saying a few words of apology was nothing to be afraid of.

If he couldn’t even work up the courage to do something this simple, and the Prince found out, the Prince would surely send him back to the base for retraining — what an embarrassment that would be.

His half-closed fist, just inches from the door, was pulled back once more.

Once he went in, what exactly was he supposed to say to Miss Leng?

He hadn’t even figured out the words — what was the point of going in?

Going in just to get beaten?

If Miss Leng wanted to vent her anger by hitting him, he couldn’t very well object — after all, he really had touched her.

In any other circumstance, if he’d touched her, wouldn’t that mean he’d have to take her home as his wife?

Was he… really about to get married?

Yu Jingfeng frowned his thick brows and raised a hand to touch his own aching cheek.

If he married her, would she keep slapping his face like this afterward?

Could she hit somewhere else instead?

His face — could that really not be touched?

His future wife seemed gentle enough on the surface — how could she hit so hard?

Huh?

Was he really about to get married?

From now on, he wouldn’t have to be alone anymore, would he?

That’s right! Once he had a wife, he wouldn’t have to envy the Prince anymore.

He, too, would be a man with a wife.

Thinking this over, and picturing once more how petite and adorable Leng Xuepiao was, warmth spread through Yu Jingfeng’s chest.

Since she was going to be his wife anyway, it didn’t matter that he’d touched her a little early.

As long as he apologized properly, she’d surely agree not to slap his face anymore — wouldn’t she?

After daydreaming for a while, Yu Jingfeng’s mood lifted considerably.

Thoughts of his future wife kept circling through his mind, and before he even realized it, without so much as a knock, he pushed the door open and walked in.

With a creak, the chamber door swung open.

Leng Xuepiao, fresh from washing up, had just put on her inner robe and was stepping out from behind the screen.

She never imagined that someone would walk straight in without even knocking — and that it would be a man, no less, the very man who had just violated her.

“Shut the door!”

Leng Xuepiao gave a low cry, quickly grabbing her cloak and wrapping herself tightly in it.

Yu Jingfeng was just as startled by the sight before him.

He immediately turned around and shut the door.

“S-s-sorry! I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry!”

Recalling the image he’d just seen, and the soft warmth from not long before, Yu Jingfeng’s face flushed red all the way to his neck.

“I’m sorry!”

He said it again, took a deep breath, and turned around.

“What are you doing?”

Leng Xuepiao climbed onto the bed, pulled the blanket over, and wrapped herself in it.

She felt that clothes alone weren’t enough — she had to wrap herself up completely before she felt at ease.

“I told you to get out — and shutting the door isn’t all I meant!”

Leng Xuepiao glared at the man not far away, shouting furiously.

The room held three beds.

Leng Xuepiao’s bed happened to face the door directly.

“Sorry!”

Yu Jingfeng turned immediately.

But just as his hand was about to touch the door, he remembered something important.

Yu Jingfeng took a deep breath, stayed by the door, and turned to face the person on the bed.

“Miss Leng, I really didn’t mean it.”

He stepped forward cautiously, telling himself he absolutely had to apologize sincerely if he wanted any chance of being forgiven.

But Commander Yu had no idea that, with legs as long as his, taking such small, careful steps made him look thoroughly disreputable.

“Miss Leng, don’t be angry! Just now, and right now too, I didn’t mean any of it — please forgive me, won’t you?”

Leng Xuepiao clutched the blanket tightly, eyes wide as she stared at this shameless man, and let out a scream.

“Help! Someone help me!”

“Quick! Someone, help! Help me!”

Leng Xuepiao knew full well that her own meager skills were no match at all against this man.

Even in terms of raw strength alone, this man was several times her size — there was no contest.

“Someone, help—mmph…” Before Leng Xuepiao could finish shouting for the third time, her cherry-red lips were suddenly covered by the man closing in fast.

Commander Yu — what exactly are you trying to do?