Chapter 295: No One Else
Yan Xiaosi felt warm in her heart.
Deep down, she and Long Yu were the same type of people.
They wouldn’t easily fall in love, but once they did, it would be for a lifetime.
“I’m a bit tired.”
She slowly closed her eyes.
Firstly, after talking for so long and being kissed by Long Yu, she was truly somewhat exhausted and felt weary. Secondly, being suddenly confessed to left her heart unable to settle, and she was somewhat unsure how to face Long Yu. If the two continued staring at each other, the atmosphere would truly be awkward.
Long Yu helped her straighten the corner of her blanket.
“Sleep if you’re tired.”
Yan Xiaosi suddenly thought of a problem.
“Are you sleeping on the small couch again tonight?”
“Mm.”
The wound was truly painful, and Yan Xiaosi was too lazy to move. Hearing the affirmative response from beside the bed, she continued lying peacefully on the high bed with soft pillows.
“I’m going to sleep. You should also sleep early.”
“Alright.”
Long Yu held his military book, keeping watch beside the bed as she fell asleep.
Indeed, as Murong Qinjian had said, after the Zi hour, Yan Xiaosi developed a fever.
Seeing her burn with flushed cheeks, pale and cracked lips, her brow furrowed in pain, Long Yu reached out to touch her forehead, and his expression immediately turned grave.
“Go call Murong Qinjian.”
Tonight it was Long Er and Long San keeping watch.
“Yes, Master.”
Long Er responded from outside and hurriedly rushed toward Murong Qinjian’s military tent.
Poor Murong Qinjian was sleeping soundly when Long Er directly pulled him up from his bed.
“What, what’s going on? Your master isn’t having another fit, is he?”
Murong Qinjian rubbed his sleepy eyes, small flames of anger flickering in his pupils.
Long Er said urgently, “It seems Young Master Yan’s injuries have worsened. Master Murong, please come with me quickly. Our master is extremely anxious.”
Murong Qinjian yawned and unhurriedly put on his shoes and clothes.
“Today’s arrow didn’t hit Little Yan’s vital spots. Little Yan won’t be in danger. At most, his body will develop a fever in the middle of the night. Your master is worrying for nothing.”
After he was properly dressed, Long Er anxiously reached out to pull him.
“Even so, you need to come with me to take a look.”
The two pulled and tugged their way to the commander’s military tent.
“Murong Little Scoundrel, why is Xiaosi’s head so hot? Hurry over and take a look.”
Seeing Long Yu’s extremely anxious expression, Murong Qinjian had to quicken his pace, rushing to the bedside in a few steps. He first checked Yan Xiaosi’s wound, then took her pulse, before breathing a sigh of relief: “Her pulse is stable, nothing serious. It’s just normal fever after injury. Long Yu, you don’t need to worry so much.”
“Cold, so cold.”
Yan Xiaosi muttered complaints about being cold.
Not only did Long Yu not relax, but his brow furrowed even deeper.
“Murong Little Scoundrel, why is she saying she’s cold?”
Murong Qinjian felt that Long Yu wasn’t quite normal tonight, obviously anxious due to care.
He sighed slightly and replied, “Little Yan’s whole body is feverish now, his body temperature is higher than the temperature inside the military tent, so naturally he feels cold all over.”
Long Yu saw the person on the bed trembling slightly, and his heart twitched a little.
This was the first time he experienced the feeling of heartache.
“Can we add another blanket?”
“No, not only can’t we add blankets, we need to use cold water to apply compresses to Little Yan’s forehead to help bring down his temperature. Otherwise, such a high fever will damage his brain.”
He paused for a moment, seeing Long Yu’s weary expression, and suggested: “Long Yu, why don’t you go rest? I’ll call two medical attendants to watch over Little Yan.”
Long Yu waved his hand: “No need, I’ll take care of her personally.”
“Long Er, go fetch a basin of cold water.”
“Yes, Master.”
Long Er responded and turned to go fetch water.
Murong Qinjian stood before the bed, seeing Long Yu sitting on the edge of the bed with his large hand gently stroking Yan Xiaosi’s cheek, and was immediately dumbfounded.
No wonder he always felt Long Yu was acting somewhat foolish tonight, showing signs of anxiety due to excessive care. So it turned out…
“Ahem.”
Watching him intimately caress Yan Xiaosi’s cheek, he coughed awkwardly twice and hesitantly asked: “Long Yu, you couldn’t have… couldn’t have developed real feelings for Little Yan, could you?”
Previously, he had thought Long Yu’s excessive attention to Yan Xiaosi was because he was relatively clever and interesting, and that Long Yu kept him around just for amusement.
Long Yu said: “I want to marry him.”
“Cough, cough!”
Murong Qinjian was startled by him and choked on his own saliva.
“Long Yu, what did you just say?”
“Murong Little Scoundrel, I said I want to marry him.”
Murong Qinjian confirmed he wasn’t deaf or hearing things.
“But you’re both men.”
Among Great Chu’s noble sons, quite a few favored men, but they all kept their favorites hidden away. No one made a big show of proclaiming it everywhere. This War King was something else, admitting without blushing or skipping a heartbeat that he favored men, and even declaring he would marry a young male favorite.
Long Yu’s palm pressed against Yan Xiaosi’s cheek, feeling utterly satisfied.
“So what if we’re both men? I only know that my heart is moved by him. Aside from him, I want no one else in this lifetime.”
Murong Qinjian opened his mouth slightly, his eyes widening in surprise that Long Yu had developed such deep feelings for this young male favorite.
“Long Yu, does Little Yan… does Little Yan like you?”
“When he was awake just now, I already confessed to him. He agreed to be with me.”
So it was mutual affection then.
Since they had mutual feelings, Murong Qinjian couldn’t say much more, only reminding: “You two men together can’t produce children. Aren’t you afraid the imperial family will cause trouble for you and Little Yan?”
Long Yu’s gaze gradually turned cold.
“I won’t let anyone harm Xiaosi, not even the current emperor.”
“Well then, I can only wish you happiness.”
Hearing footsteps outside the military tent, Murong Qinjian quickly changed the subject.
Long Er carried the water basin and walked in quickly, delivering it to the bedside.
Long Yu soaked the cloth, wrung it out, folded it, and placed it on Yan Xiaosi’s forehead.
Murong Qinjian, seeing him care for someone so gently and meticulously, showed another wave of surprised expression on his face.
“Mom, I feel so uncomfortable.”
When the cold cloth touched her forehead, Yan Xiaosi shivered all over and hugged one of Long Yu’s arms, pouting as she called for her mother.
“Mom, your hands are so warm.”
In her daze, she felt Long Yu’s palm and sensed its warmth. She forcefully pulled Long Yu’s hand toward her cheek, then like a spoiled child, pressed her cheek against Long Yu’s palm and even nuzzled it.
The corner of Long Yu’s mouth twitched.
Murong Qinjian watched from the side, laughing gleefully.
“Haha, Long Yu, this boy actually took you for his mother.”
Long Yu let Yan Xiaosi hold his hand and turned to ask Murong Qinjian: “Murong Little Scoundrel, is there medicine to make him less miserable?”
“There is. Pain relief powder, but it won’t help his wound recovery.”
Long Yu knew about pain relief powder. It could help patients reduce suffering, but it would slow wound healing. However, seeing Yan Xiaosi’s little face scrunched up in pain, calling out about cold and delirious, she was in great suffering.
“Give me some.”