After infiltrating the main characters' group, I became the most beautiful woman in the world.

The maids' tents were also very large, and even with Su Ning added, they did not feel crowded at all.

Tonight's encounter with Lou Xianyue is a truly unexpected delight, and Su Ning is not about to lift it up high and then let it fall gently.

A faint spiritual energy lingered on the gentle night breeze outside the tent.

For some reason, the wind grew stronger and stronger, whipping up sand and gravel that crashed against the tent. With a "whoosh," the entire tent swayed, and the copper bells at the corners jingled softly before being crushed into tiny fragments by the wind.

The curtains were lifted a crack by the wind, letting in a chill that made the candlelight flicker. The gauze curtains hanging from the top of the tent were tossed about by the wind, rising and falling like waves, then suddenly pulled straight back down, sweeping across the edge of the bed and bringing a bone-chilling cold.

Su Ning's bed was right in front of the air vent, and the night wind, carrying a chill, rushed straight at her, catching her off guard and causing her to shiver.

Even though Qiu Ci and the others had put the torn curtains back in place, a gust of cold wind swept through, extinguishing the warmth inside the tent.

"Young lady, are you alright?"

Huaping, who was also dressed in a light blue dress, quickly brought over a thin blanket and wrapped it around Su Ning.

Although the four of them were maids, they were skilled in martial arts and were healthier than the average woman. The strange wind had no effect on them.

However, Su Ning is frail and delicate. She was already frightened by being held hostage by bad guys, and now she has been exposed to the wind. I'm afraid she will inevitably fall ill.

Su Ning wrapped the thin blanket around herself, her already pale face now drained of color. She softly thanked Hua Ping beside her, saying, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

"If you feel unwell, please let us know."

The painted screen extinguished the candlelight, telling Su Ning to rest peacefully.

But not long after, Su Ning felt her vision blur, her body went limp like a pool of spring water, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead. "Qiu, Qiu Ci, I'm so cold..."

Chaos erupted again inside the tent. The candles were relit, and Qiu Ci first touched the girl's forehead, which was alarmingly hot. Then she noticed that the girl's hair at her temples was damp, and realized something was wrong.

"I didn't expect this young lady to be so frail. Please stay here and look after her for a while. I'll go and ask the young master for instructions."

When Qiu Ci came out of the tent, she saw Kong Qing standing beside the luxurious tent. After explaining her purpose, Kong Qing frowned but still went in to deliver the message.

"Young Master, that young lady has caught a cold and now has a fever. We don't know how to take care of her."

The candlelight inside the tent was dim. Lou Xianyue had not slept at all. At this moment, she had only taken off her outer clothes and removed her hair ornament. Her black hair was loose and scattered over her shoulders, making her eyebrows and eyes even more beautiful.

He rested his chin on one hand and held a yellowed book in the other, his fingertips casually tracing the tiny print on the pages.

As the candlelight flickered, the light and shadow danced across his straight nose and tightly pursed thin lips. "I asked Qiu Ci to fetch some medicine and brew it for her."

The sparse and cold tone gave the air a sense of clarity.

After receiving the order, Qiu Ci began to prepare the medicine.

This trip involves a long journey, so I've prepared some common medications on hand.

However, since the young master rarely fell ill and disliked the large number of people on the road, he did not bring a doctor with him.

After the steaming hot medicine was brewed, Qiu Ci was in a dilemma, because Su Ning kept her face tightly covered and wouldn't let anyone lift her veil.

All I could do was comfort her, saying, "Young lady, I've already prepared the medicine. Your obstruction will prevent you from getting better."

"No...no, we can't let anyone see my face."

The girl's murmurs were broken and intermittent, as light as a wisp of smoke.

Qiu Ci couldn't directly disobey her wishes, so he could only put down the medicine and hand it to Hua Ping, who was standing to the side. He sighed and said, "I'll go and ask the young master again."

Seeing Qiu Ci arrive again, Kong Qing was somewhat puzzled: "What is it now?"

Qiu Ci could only explain, "That young lady wouldn't let us lift her veil, but I saw that she was so frail and delicate; if she didn't take her medicine, her fever would only get worse."

Kong Qing then realized that the other party had never lifted her veil from beginning to end. She just didn't expect the other party to be so persistent, even risking their life.

He had no choice but to go back to the tent to report.

Lou Xianyue frowned as she looked at Kong Qing, who had returned shortly after, and said in a less than pleasant tone, "Why are you here again?"

"Young Master... that young lady refuses to take her medicine. Why don't you go and see her yourself?"

Kong Qing didn't really want to get involved, but after examining the other party's hidden weapons, she realized that the other party's identity was unusual.

Such exquisite hidden weapons are not something that ordinary people can possess.

But the young master didn't ask any questions.

Kong Qing originally wanted to establish a good relationship, and since the other party was indeed alone and had suffered this undeserved calamity, that's why he repeatedly came to see Lou Xianyue.

The wind whistled past outside the tent, the copper bells jingled softly, the boy's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and a faint look of contemplation settled between his brows.

Just when Kong Qing thought the other party was going to refuse, she heard them say, "Fine, let's go see her. After all, I promised to take her to find her friend."

Lou Xianyue had always been healthy and had never seen such a frail woman.

I developed a fever after just a little breeze and a fright.

What's more, he was also a little curious. He was so pitiful, yet he still refused to take medicine. Was it so difficult for him to show his true face to others?

As soon as I entered the tent, I saw that the woman on the bed had red eyes. Her bright eyes, which had been so lively not long ago, were now half open and half closed, but her bare arm was tightly covering her face with a veil.

Hua Ping, who was standing to the side, was wiping the cold sweat from each other's foreheads.

"Since she doesn't want to reveal her face, you may all leave."

Lou Xianyue stopped the group from moving, and then the three of them came out of the tent together.

He stood with his hands behind his back by the couch, the hem of his red brocade robe drooping slightly, barely brushing the edge of the couch. The tall, slender boy slowly moved his well-defined fingers to the girl's flushed forehead.

"I've already sent everyone out. It's just the two of us here. If you think I'm a gentleman, I'll remove your veil and feed you your medicine."

The boy's bright voice rang out in the tent. Perhaps because his hands were still a little chilly from the cold wind, the feverish girl gently rubbed her fingers against his.

"Hey! You woman."

Lou Xianyue was startled and quickly brushed her fingers away.

"Ugh...it's hot."

Perhaps it was the sudden disappearance of the chill that caused the girl to murmur in distress.

Lou Xianyue sighed and finally gently lifted the veil covering the girl's face.

The light gauze curtains were carelessly tossed to the ground. The cold wind outside the tent continued to rustle, while the temperature inside the tent was rising rapidly.

The boy's fingers curled slightly, and he stood still for a long time.