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

Lin Wantang's fingers hovered in mid-air, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Looking at the dark, spreading wound on his chest, I felt a surge of horror.

Although it was an old wound, it stretched across her chest and reached her waist. She couldn't imagine how Wei Wujiu had managed to survive it and pull himself back from the brink of death.

"Fear?"

Wei Wujiu's deep, mellow voice broke the silence in the room at just the right moment.

His tone was indifferent, as if he didn't blame her. Instead, he took one of her hands and gently placed it on the old wound on his chest, saying with a half-smile, "I feel like I should be dead by now, injured like this."

"Is it? Hmm?"

As he raised the lilt at the end of his question, the fingertips of his other hand lifted her chin.

Their eyes met, and Wei Wujiu's deep eyes were like a still pool, calm and undisturbed.

Instead, the reflection mirrored the flickering, writhing astonishment in Lin Wantang's eyes.

She felt uncomfortable with such intimacy and tried to pull her hand away, but he held it tightly, so she had no choice but to avoid his gaze and turn her face away.

"You flatter me, Governor. Wan Tang has studied medicine since childhood, but unfortunately, I was born at the wrong time. Living in a high-class family, I have not had the opportunity to come into contact with many wounded people, let alone seen injuries like this."

Lin Wantang spoke frankly, her apologetic eyes lowered: "It is because Wantang is of limited knowledge and experience."

Wei Wujiu narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly, a low laugh escaped his lips.

Some of them are for unknown reasons.

In an instant, he was still holding her hand, but no longer just lightly touching his skin. Instead, he guided her slightly cool fingertips, inch by inch, along the old wound that stretched across his chest and abdomen.

Lin Wantang's fingertips curled unnaturally, but he led her, making it difficult for her to stop.

"Governor, this..."

She had just opened her mouth when she heard him speak slowly and deliberately: "Want to know how I survived being injured like this?"

Lin Wantang was taken aback.

"Five years ago, during the battle at Langya Mountain in the northern frontier, I led a hundred elite warriors in a surprise attack on the barbarian king's tent. Victory was assured, but we did not expect there to be a traitor hidden within the tent. That traitor took advantage of our unpreparedness and launched a sneak attack here."

As Wei Wujiu spoke, the hand he was using to guide her landed precisely on the left side of her chest.

Beneath that skin and flesh lies a person's vital organs.

The heart.

Lin Wantang's breath hitched, as if she could feel his strong, powerful heartbeat through his rather cold, pale skin.

The two were of different heights, one tall and one short, and Wei Wujiu could not see her face clearly. He lowered his eyes and his Adam's apple bobbed: "At that time, the barbarian pursuers were closing in, and my confidants risked their lives to protect me and help me break through the encirclement. However, my wounds were bleeding profusely. If the bleeding was not stopped in time, even if we waited for reinforcements, I would have already become a blood-dried corpse."

"so……"

He gently drew out his words, and with his other hand, he lifted her cheek again. Looking at her surprised and narrowed eyes, Wei Wujiu's thin lips moved slightly: "I had someone bring some dry firewood, heated my sword until it was red-hot, and pressed it onto the wound."

Wei Wujiu spoke casually, but Lin Wantang was shocked and horrified.

"W-what?"

She was surprised, and her gaze, which had been averted, returned to his wound. Her voice trembled with disbelief: "Using this method might stop the bleeding, but the burning pain of the wound is unbearable for most people!"

"Moreover, it can easily lead to infection, suppuration, and ulceration at the wound site, thus worsening the injury and making it difficult to treat for a long time!"

Wei Wujiu's narrowed eyes darkened slightly, and he looked down at her with a complex expression.

Lin Wantang avoided his hand and examined the wounds on his chest and abdomen closely. They had healed and left scars, but subtle redness could be seen, indicating that there was no inflammation.

She gasped, then looked up at him: "Governor, this method was a desperate measure to save your life, but the injuries are no small matter. Please forgive my presumption."

As she spoke, she simply nodded in greeting before taking Wei Wujiu's left wrist.

Wei Wujiu's usually indifferent and calm face momentarily went blank. He then looked down at her as she touched his wrist, took his pulse, and examined him.

Lin Wantang looked focused, and in the dim light, her beautiful eyes were serious and determined.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze for a moment. Lin Wantang also stopped her actions, moved back, and slightly avoided Wei Wujiu. She then bowed respectfully and said, "Reporting to the Governor, Wantang's guess has been proven correct."

"Oh?" Wei Wujiu raised an eyebrow, turned around, lifted the hem of his robe with one hand, and sat down on the couch.

"The Commander has practiced martial arts since childhood and is in good health and has a stable physique. It is really not right that he is suffering from old ailments. When I heard the Commander mention his injuries during the war, I boldly guessed that it might be related. And it is indeed so when I took his pulse just now."

Wei Wujiu listened, his indifferent and aloof face remaining unmoved, and he said nothing.

He had been suspicious of how she knew about his old ailment and thought it might be worth testing her. But to his surprise, she was neither surprised nor afraid when she heard about it, and even started to analyze the origin of his old ailment.

Did this woman really not understand what he meant, or... was she deliberately pretending to be stupid?

Wei Wujiu gazed at her silently, a deep, gloomy look gradually gathering in his eyes.

"To be honest, Governor, this old ailment is deeply rooted and has been lingering for years, making it very difficult to eradicate. However, I, Wan Tang, am certain that I will do my utmost to fulfill this promise."

Lin Wantang paused, slightly raised her eyes, and looked down at Wei Wujiu's exposed waist and abdomen. The waist was well-defined, and the muscle lines were neat and firm. It seemed that the horizontal scar was not only harmless, but also added to the glory of bloodshed.

But the inflammation persisted, and she frowned: "The governor's pulse is weak and feeble, indicating that the cold is stagnant. I will devise a prescription in the next few days and try my best to treat the symptoms."

"As expected of Miss Lin." Wei Wujiu's calm gaze remained unchanged, and a faint smile curved his lips. "You are quite frank. However, I still have one question."

Before she could finish speaking, and before Lin Wantang could react, Wei Wujiu reached out and grabbed her wrist. With a gasp, she was pulled close by him as the world spun around her.

Whether sitting or standing, Wei Wujiu's seemingly innate chilling aura descended like an impenetrable wall, carrying an intense sense of oppression as he stared directly at her at close range.

"My chronic illness is a closely guarded secret. Apart from His Majesty and the two chief physicians in the palace, no one else knows about it. How could Miss Lin, living far away in the Grand Tutor's mansion, secluded in her inner quarters, have learned of such a secret?"

Lin Wantang held her breath, her heart sinking instantly. Oh no! In her previous life, she hadn't had much contact with Wei Wujiu, and the reason she knew this secret was because…

Wei Wujiu scrutinized the panic in her eyes. His narrowed gaze deepened, and he tightened his grip on her hand. "Or perhaps I've asked the wrong question? Who exactly is behind Miss Lin, directing you?"