Song Nanxin called out in reply. After the floating boat had gone far away, she gave a soft snort. "What a coincidence."
Then she jerked her chin at Song Yihuan. "It won't be long until the Hour of the Boar. Hurry up and disguise me as you."
Song Yihuan replied in a low voice, "Yes," and stepped forward to work on Song Nanxin's face. While disguising Song Nanxin as herself, Song Yihuan tentatively asked, "Sister, is your health getting better? When I was strolling around Tianxiang City with Xuan'er, I heard that there's a doctor surnamed Xue in the city whose medical skills are quite good. Maybe he can cure your chronic illness."
Song Nanxin suddenly looked up at her. "How do you know his medical skills are good?"
Remembering something, Song Nanxin grabbed Song Yihuan's hand. "You let him feel your pulse, right?"
As her movement was a bit too big, she accidentally knocked over the oil lamp beside them. The lamp toppled, and the lamp oil dripped onto Song Yihuan's hand. She immediately let out a cry of surprise.
Although the lamp oil had been wiped off in time, there was still a mark left on her skin.
Song Yihuan righted the lampstand, covering her scalded wrist, and replied aggrievedly, "Tianxiang City is different from the capital. I had to take care of Xuan'er, so I asked the doctor to examine me. What's wrong with that?"
Song Nanxin naturally couldn't tell her the real reason. Thinking that she had only just learned about this, she was so angry that her teeth chattered.
Good old Fuling! She actually hid such an important detail from her!
Suddenly, she remembered that when Song Yihuan went to the medical clinic in Tianxiang City that day, Ji Lingchuan was also there. So, didn't that mean Ji Lingchuan knew the doctor's diagnosis in Tianxiang City?!
Watching Song Nanxin's face change several times, Song Yihuan felt a sense of pleasure.
"Sister, sister?" Song Yihuan waved her hand in front of her. "What's wrong with you?"
"Are you worried that the doctor will recognize our identities? Don't worry, sister. Doctor Xue doesn't know us sisters. Even if you go to him as an ordinary woman, maybe he can really cure your chronic illness."
Song Nanxin came back to her senses, took a deep breath, and pretended to be calm. "There's no need to see a doctor. After His Majesty has dealt with these rebels, we may set off back to the capital. We're not sure if we'll stop in Tianxiang City again. How can we delay His Majesty's journey because of me?"
"You're right, sister. It's my lack of consideration." Song Yihuan smiled and stepped forward to finish the makeup on her face.
A moment later, Song Nanxin had transformed into "Song Yihuan".
By this time, the Hour of the Boar was approaching.
After changing her clothes, Song Yihuan picked up a lantern and went to the tent where Ji Lingchuan was to serve him for the night.
There was only a dim lamp lit in Ji Lingchuan's tent. When Song Yihuan walked into the tent, the man was standing in front of the clothes rack about to take off his clothes. Hearing the sound, he turned around. His eyes fell on Song Yihuan's face, his brows frowned tightly, and then he shifted his gaze.
"Since you're here, come and help me undress."
His tone was extremely calm, but his hands were slightly outstretched, looking like he was waiting for someone to come and serve him, just like an ordinary husband treating his wife.
Song Yihuan put down the lantern in her hand and then walked towards him. She obediently untied his belt and took off his clothes.
Underneath, he still wore that tattered outer robe. There were many tears on the back of the robe, scraped by rocks and branches. It was almost "unsightly".
Seeing this, Song Yihuan "timely" let out a cry of surprise. "What happened? My lord, are you injured?"
She deliberately imitated Song Nanxin's voice and tone. Coupled with this face, it was almost impossible to tell the difference.
However, Ji Lingchuan's nose was filled with the very familiar, elegant and gentle fragrance of apricot blossoms, the same as what he had smelled in the mountains. He couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
She really did a good job of pretending. It was his fault that he hadn't been familiar enough with his "wife" before. He hadn't even had the chance to talk to her much, so he hadn't noticed anything wrong at first.
He thought that after returning to the camp, with Song Yihuan's temperament, she wouldn't help her sister anymore. Who would have thought that the person coming to serve him for the night would still be switched. He didn't know what she was planning in her heart.
He said calmly, "I accidentally fell into a cliff while chasing the rebels and got injured. The conditions were not good at that time, so the wound was just simply treated. I called you here to change the dressing for me."
Saying this, he took off his last layer of clothing, revealing the criss - crossed scars on his back.
At the sight of these wounds, Song Yihuan's heart felt like it was being tightly squeezed.
Although she had seen the wounds on his body countless times in the past three days, she was still touched every time.
Her fingers touched the skin on his back, and Song Yihuan said in a low voice, "Okay, I'll change the dressing for my lord."
Ji Lingchuan lay on the bed, showing his entire back to Song Yihuan without reservation. She picked up the wound medicine, scissors, gauze and other tools he had already prepared, pursed her lips and began to treat his wounds.
In the mountains before, due to the lack of conditions, she really couldn't treat Ji Lingchuan's wounds very carefully. So many wounds still hadn't fully healed. Moreover, since he had worn armor before, the sweat had made the wounds turn white.
When she started to remove the rotten flesh, Song Yihuan felt her hands trembling slightly. She couldn't bring herself to do it several times.
As if sensing her hesitation, Ji Lingchuan turned his head and secretly observed her expression. Although the face wasn't her own, the pity in her eyes couldn't be faked.
His heart suddenly softened.
"Do you want to hear some stories about my time leading troops in the borderlands?" he offered.
Song Yihuan finally steeled herself to remove the rotten flesh from his wounds. To distract herself, she said, "Of course I do."
"Let me tell you a story about borrowing grain." He told her in detail the interesting things that had happened to him when he was leading troops in the borderlands. This story wasn't anything special. The army's food supplies were running out, and new supplies couldn't be transported in time. So Ji Lingchuan came up with a plan to trick the Beidi people and rob their grain. This allowed the soldiers in Fengcheng to hold on for another half a month until the food supplies finally arrived.
After the story was over, Song Yihuan had already treated his wounds and carefully wrapped clean gauze around him. The gauze went around the man's chest and was tied in a knot on his shoulder. Song Yihuan looked as if she was completely nestled in Ji Lingchuan's arms.
Just as she was about to get up, her waist was grabbed. She couldn't retreat anymore. Just like last time, her legs were spread and she was sitting on his lap facing him.
The lamp in the room was then extinguished, and the room was plunged into darkness. They could no longer see each other's faces. However, at such a close distance, their breathing became even clearer.
The man grabbed her two wrists and pinned them behind her. He seemed to press on some part, and she let out a cry of pain.
Ji Lingchuan frowned and asked, "Did I hurt you?"