Xie Jiang raised a hand to stop him, saying dismissively, "It's just a cold. I'll be fine in a few days, no need to make a fuss."
Yi Yan Gen insisted, "But your head is burning, and you're not yourself."
Xie Jiang was equally firm, "Of course my head is hot and I'm not feeling well when I have a fever. Hasn't everyone had a fever before?"
This time, Yi Yan Gen didn't compromise so easily. "It's better to have a doctor take a look to be safe."
Xie Jiang was a little displeased. "Don't I know my own condition?"
How could she possibly reassure him when she had made herself look like this!
Yi Yan Gen's face darkened.
Xie Jiang couldn't be bothered with him. What a lunatic! Did she ask him to come see her! And now he's giving her a dirty look! What's wrong with him!
Doctor Qian stood with one foot in the cell and one foot outside, caught in a dilemma.
"Don't take your health lightly," Yi Yan Gen softened his tone. What good would arguing with her do!
"I'm not."
"The environment here is not like the outside. You can't be careless."
"This place is very suitable for cultivating one's character."
"Let Qian Qiu take a look at you."
Xie Jiang was already suffering from a severe headache and had no mood to deal with Yi Yan Gen. "Are you done yet!"
"Let Qian Qiu take a look at you. I promise not to..."
"Get lost!"
Yi Yan Gen was also getting a little angry, not at her attitude towards him, but at her for not taking care of herself.
He could compromise on anything else, but not this. How could he let her treat herself like this!
Was it the death of Madam Zhou that moved her?
Or was it the innocent suffering of the common people that shocked her?
He thought she knew from the beginning what she was doing, and that her heart would not waver for any external reason.
She still couldn't be as hard as iron.
This was not necessarily a bad thing.
"Jiang Jiang, don't be naughty," Yi Yan Gen said helplessly.
"I'm not," Xie Jiang's attitude remained poor.
A mouse poked its head out from a corner, sensing the tense atmosphere, and quickly retreated.
Yi Yan Gen's brows were so furrowed they could trap flies. "I'll have someone move you to a different cell."
"No need, I'm fine here."
Yi Yan Gen took a step back. "I'll have someone tidy it up for you."
"Don't you understand what I'm saying!" Xie Jiang suddenly looked up and glared at him.
Yi Yan Gen met her annoyed gaze, suddenly thought of something, and stared at her for a long time before finally exhaling deeply.
"Is it worth it?"
Using a stratagem of self-inflicted injury for Xu Heng Yan.
Xie Jiang knew what he was thinking. In fact, this was not her original intention, but rather an unexpected turn of events. However, if she could take advantage of the situation, what was wrong with that?
"I know what I'm doing. You don't need to worry about it, Young Master Yi."
Yi Yan Gen's face darkened, and he remained silent for a long time. She didn't want his concern, but Xu Heng Yan's?
Wen Feng brought a basin of clean water, hesitating, unsure whether to bring it in.
The atmosphere in the cell was not harmonious.
Miss Xie was quite capable, always managing to infuriate her master to death.
And the master was also incredibly dedicated, always being angered to death, and always actively seeking it out.
"Are you not bringing it in, or do you want to die outside!"
Wen Feng quickly brought it in.
Bowing, head lowered.
He was just an emotionless basin stand.
Yi Yan Gen rolled up his sleeves, wet a clean cotton cloth, wrung it out, and wiped her face, neck, and palms...
Then he sat down by the stone bed, took off her shoes and socks, and wiped the soles of her feet...
Suddenly seeing the shoes and socks that appeared in his line of sight, Wen Feng was stunned and quickly lowered his head even further.
Xie Jiang glared at him impatiently.
So fussy!
She wasn't a three-year-old child!
Yi Yan Gen just chuckled.
A three-year-old child was less troublesome than her.
Finally, he folded the wet cloth and placed it on her forehead. Since Xie Jiang was sitting, the cloth fell off after Yi Yan Gen withdrew his hand.
Xie Jiang blinked innocently.
It fell off by itself, it had nothing to do with her.
Yi Yan Gen shot her a look, picked up the cotton cloth from her lap, re-wet it, wrung it out, folded it, grabbed her hand, and pressed it to her forehead.
Xie Jiang pretended to pull her hand away. Yi Yan Gen gritted his teeth, looking as if he wanted to devour her.
Xie Jiang restlessly nestled her smelly self into Yi Yan Gen's embrace.
She wrapped an arm around his waist and rubbed her face against the cool fabric of his chest, sighing comfortably.
"You're all smelly," Yi Yan Gen said with disdain, but the corners of his mouth turned up.
"Are you disgusted with me?" Xie Jiang pinched the soft flesh at his waist and twisted hard.
Yi Yan Gen gasped, "Hiss, it hurts. Have you no conscience?"
Wen Feng suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed. The atmosphere had been so tense just now, and now he was being force-fed dog food. Could he put down the basin and leave?
After staying in the smelly environment for so long, Yi Yan Gen's scent was so pleasant.
"You smell so good."
"Is that a compliment?"
"A man's scent is also a scent. Why isn't it a compliment?"
Wen Feng almost buried his head in the washbasin.
Wasn't Miss Xie ill? She had seemed on the verge of death when she first arrived, with no energy at all. Did absorbing her master's vitality bring her back to life?
Wen Feng suddenly seemed to understand why the demons in the storybooks were so fond of absorbing men's essence. A mouthful of essence could save them years of cultivation, right?
"Why don't you stay and keep me company? Be my mattress. This broken stone is too hard, it's digging into me."
"Are you sure?"
He would be sacrificing himself for Da Yu. Even if His Majesty knew, he wouldn't say anything.
He wished Xu Heng Yan would go to hell.
Why did he have to conquer Xu Heng Yan?
Couldn't he do it?
Xie Jiang said pitifully, "I can't bear to see you go."
"But when I think of you having to suffer here with me, my heart aches. You've dirtied your feet just by stepping into this place..."
Xie Jiang frowned, cupped her chest, her acting exaggerated, her lines crude and clumsy.
Wen Feng, forced to eavesdrop, felt like throwing up. His vomit could fill this washbasin.
Yi Yan Gen let out a silent scoff. He knew she had no heart. Whatever her objective, Xu Heng Yan was more important!
"What I'm saying is true, really, really true..." Why wasn't he moved at all?
"Yes, very true."
Yi Yan Gen lowered his head to put on her shoes and socks. The cell was too dirty and messy, and walking barefoot was unhygienic. What if she was bitten by snakes, insects, rats, or ants...
He let her lean on him for a while. When Yi Yan Gen felt it was time to leave, he had Wen Feng place the water basin by the stone bed.
Before leaving, he replaced the wet cloth on her forehead and instructed, "Remember to change it yourself every so often."
"Oh..."
Xie Jiang's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, her small lips pursed with grievance and reluctance.
Yi Yan Gen took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the sway in his heart. What a wicked thing, she didn't want him to ruin her plan, yet she was hooking him like this!
"I'll have someone come and change the straw later."
"No need. I'm not that delicate. It's been two days, I'm not that pampered." Did she think Xu Heng Yan was blind and wouldn't notice if the straw was changed?
Yi Yan Gen endured it, and only then did he not insist further.
Emerging from the cell where she was held, Yi Yan Gen paused, then walked away without looking back.
Xie Jiang vaguely heard him leave a sentence: "You are the most pampered of all."