Forcing me to become a concubine? Remarrying the Ninth Prince, she'll be pregnant all over the

"Commander, where are you injured?"

Lin Wantang looked around but couldn't find any blood-stained clothes or a cloth to wipe her wounds.

Where did the smell of blood come from?

She was about to step forward again, puzzled, when she noticed Wei Wujiu casually bending one leg, playing with a string of smooth, jade-like Bodhi seeds in his hand, and fiddling with the pine seed beads.

His posture was graceful, his expression languid, and his composure undiminished. The contrast between his fair skin and dark complexion further accentuated his handsome features and undeniable heroic spirit.

Upon hearing this, Wei Wujiu raised his eyes, his long, beautiful phoenix eyes slowly and deeply falling upon her.

He didn't say anything.

Lin Wantang came to the bedside, and after hesitating for a moment, she finally said, "Governor, Haitang has offended you."

Then she grasped his wrist, pulled away the Bodhi hand he was fiddling with, and while taking his pulse, Lin Wantang couldn't help but frown. She looked at him in surprise, and then quickly pulled open his shirt.

His chest skin was fair and smooth, with no new wounds except for the old ones that were already there.

"No injury to the chest?"

Lin Wantang was puzzled. She wanted to check the surrounding area, but then she paused and said shyly, "Commander, I apologize for the inconvenience. Please tell me where the injury is?"

Otherwise, is it appropriate to let her examine him all over like this?

Looking at her worried yet earnest eyes, Wei Wujiu let out a low chuckle as his Adam's apple bobbed. He then moved the soft pillow and lay flat, casually tossing out, "You're a doctor, you see."

Lin Wantang's frozen posture turned into silence.

She is a doctor, that's true, but...

Never mind, doctors can't worry about too many things when it comes to patients; saving lives is the priority.

She wasn't without her suspicions, feeling that this was probably Wei Wujiu testing her. Helpless, she braced herself and reached out to touch his legs. "Is the injury on your legs? Commander, injuries are not to be taken lightly. Please tell me frankly."

While asking questions, her hands had already touched his legs. His legs were strong and muscular, and despite the tight, knotted muscles, Lin Wantang could not feel any injuries.

That's strange, could it be...?

Her hesitant gaze fell on Wei Wujiu again. Ignoring whether he was intentionally teasing her, she asked, "The injury is on your back?"

If that's the case, how could Wei Wujiu endure the pain and lie there so casually?

Lin Wantang's doubts deepened, and she was about to make another move when she heard Chunhen's voice from outside: "Miss, the medicine box has been brought."

"it is good."

She responded, turned and went out, retrieved the medicine box, took out the cloth bag inside, which contained rows of gold needles and several short but sharp blades, with extremely sharp edges but very small blades.

It was clearly not for self-defense or to harm others, but rather for treating patients' injuries and removing necrotic tissue.

Lin Wantang's slender fingers slid over each of the items, finally stopping at a silver knife. As she drew it, she walked to the bedside and bowed, saying, "Commander, my apologies."

As she spoke, she touched his shoulder and neck with one hand, and tried to pull him up to check if there was any injury on his back, but Wei Wujiu grabbed her wrist instead. In an instant, with her surprised exclamation, Lin Wantang was pressed down by him.

Her pupils contracted in horror, and Wei Wujiu pulled the silver knife from her other hand. She heard him say with a half-smile, "No harm done."

"I am perfectly fine; there were no assassins."

His indifferent tone was as usual, and he unusually offered more explanations, but it didn't elicit the slightest change in Lin Wantang's expression.

She stared at him in astonishment and confusion, her eyes filled with bewilderment and bewilderment: "Not injured? Then it's fake news?"

Wei Wujiu sat up, picked up the Bodhi tree bracelet again, and played with it in his hand. He hummed softly, but his next words were full of hidden meaning: "It's fake, but your reaction is real."

Lin Wantang remained unmoved and silent.

So... all of this was just Wei Wujiu testing her.

Wei Wujiu wasn't worried that she would overthink things. He picked up his Bodhi tree and leisurely walked to her medicine box. He looked down at it and saw various rare Chinese herbs neatly categorized.

Besides the cloth bag she had just taken out, there were also some bottles and jars in the box, which she must have mixed in her spare time, as they had a strong medicinal smell.

This proves that she does indeed possess some medical skills, and that her abilities are by no means mediocre.

Otherwise, the knives in her bag would be so complete that even the two chief physicians of the Imperial Medical Academy in the entire capital could not produce such a complete set. She must have some skills.

Wei Wujiu's doubts subsided slightly, and he turned around and walked over, extending his hand to her as well: "Are you angry?"

"I wouldn't dare."

Lin Wantang responded coldly, not even taking his outstretched hand, and moved to sit up on her own. "It's good that the Commander is unharmed. If there's nothing else, Wantang will take her leave first."

When she tried to get up and leave, Wei Wujiu wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back down onto the couch.

He stood before her, looking down at her with disdain, but the aura of coldness around him had lessened, replaced by a habitual indifference, while his handsome features showed a rare hint of caution.

"Lin Wantang".

He spoke, his deep, mellow voice magnetic and alluring, and it was the first time he had called her that.

Lin Wantang looked up in a daze, their eyes met, but she remained silent.

She waited patiently for the next part.

Wei Wujiu didn't keep her waiting long. His delicate gaze traced her eyebrows, eyes, lips, and teeth inch by inch, finally settling on her eyes: "It's not that I want to test you with this, it's just that there are too many suspicious things about you."

Lin Wantang nodded slightly: "Yes, if I were the governor, I would also be on guard. Therefore, I don't blame the governor."

Put yourself in their shoes; anyone would have doubts, that's normal.

Wei Wujiu remained unmoved and continued, "If you've truly decided to follow me, then the future will undoubtedly be fraught with danger, even life-threatening. Are you truly fearless?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Wantang suddenly smiled, thinking of her past life.

Born into a high-ranking family, although she was a noblewoman, her fate was already predetermined. Whether it was Shen Huai'an or Wei Wujiu, even if she randomly picked someone on the day she broke off the engagement, they would not be a commoner. Since that was the case, the word "danger" had already been imprinted on her for the rest of her life, so what was there to fear?

In other words, she was afraid, terrified, and wanted to avoid trouble and stay away. But was that even possible? Her father was an important official in the court, and her mother came from a noble family. Could they really let her, the legitimate daughter, marry a commoner and live a mundane life?

The answer was clear. Lin Wantang felt absurd, like a puppet controlled by others. Her helpless smile quickly faded, replaced by unwavering determination and resolve in her eyes.

She looked up at him again and said clearly, "I have no fear. I am fortunate to follow the Governor. If we can stay together for life, it will be my good fortune. I have no regrets."

Wei Wujiu gazed silently at her resolute eyes, a sudden tightness gripping his cold, empty heart. He took a deep breath and said, "You..."

Before the remaining words could be uttered, they were suddenly interrupted by a loud noise, followed by the masked assassin's sword striking out—