Xi Ning shook his head and sighed, lamenting that a grown younger brother never stays.
Walking a bit further out, he saw Cheng Bai, supported by Cheng Li, waiting outside.
Cheng Bai was very weak, with more than half his body weight leaning on his elder brother. His face was frighteningly pale. Although it was his younger brother Xi Yao who had fainted, this person looked even more seriously ill than his younger brother.
Xi Ning walked over with his hands behind his back. The man, with support, came forward.
"City Lord, how is Little Jiaobao..."
"He is fine."
Cheng Bai's heart relaxed. He said, "Then, City Lord, may I go in to see him?"
"You..." Xi Ning looked Cheng Bai up and down. "Go in looking like this?"
Cheng Bai followed Xi Ning's gaze to look at himself. His clothes were covered in dust, yellow-brown stains dirtying the entire robe, making the original color unrecognizable. He touched his head, 1his messy hair was tangled together...
Cheng Bai's face flushed with embarrassment... He was a top-tier figure in Ning'an City, always very particular about his attire when going out. He had never been so disheveled before...
Seeing that the person understood, Xi Ning spoke, "Go back and rest. Yao'er's health is not seriously threatened. We can discuss everything later."
He paused as if remembering something, then said, "Rest assured, although Yao'er wants to break off the engagement with you, considering he has lost his memory and his choices are biased, I did not agree. The two of us have agreed to discuss the marriage matter after he remembers everything."
This short speech made Cheng Bai's heart rise and fall several times. Clutching his still-palpitating heart, he hurriedly said, "Thank you, City Lord."
Xi Ning waved his hand. "Don't thank me. Whether Yao'er will change his mind still depends on your own performance. Go back. You cannot go see Yao'er in this state."
With that, Xi Ning signaled to Cheng Li. "Take him back to rest. Discipline him properly."
"Yes," Cheng Li acknowledged the order, supporting Cheng Bai to turn back.
Along the way, his expression was not good. "Don't think that just because the City Lord is letting it slide, you're off the hook. Once you're better, go kneel in the ancestral hall yourself."
Cheng Bai's expression fell. He trembled and called out, "Brother..."
Cheng Li seemed very firm. "Our Cheng family has never had something like this happen, actually spreading such a monstrous lie!"
"..." Cheng Bai fell silent...
Inside the room.
When Yuan Heng saw Wang Jin, Wang Jin was being miserably forced by a ger to drink medicine.
Yuan Heng was slightly startled. He had been guarding the door and hadn't seen anyone enter or leave... Looking carefully, he noticed the bedroom had a side door leading to a small garden. Many busy ger were in the garden, with one or two occasionally coming in to arrange tea things... This ger must have come from that side door...
The room's furnishings were extremely luxurious. The floor was paved with marble. The tables, chairs, and bed were all made of wood. This wood, whatever type it was, emitted a faint fragrance detectable by a beastman's sensitive sense of smell...
The room was noticeably warmer than outside. Apart from the closed doors and windows blocking the cold, it seemed there was something inside emitting warmth... maintaining the room's temperature.
Looking at the bedding covering the ger, it was embroidered with exquisite patterns. The black quilt cover, woven from some unknown material, looked extremely smooth and comfortable at a glance...
"..." Yuan Heng silently observed, feeling a subtle change within. Previously, being arranged at Keyuan Residence didn't feel like much... those were stone houses, at most a bit taller and brighter. The furnishings inside weren't much different from those in Danmu tribe...
But upon reaching the inner city, with its numerous pavilions and towers, Yuan Heng keenly understood that this place was different from the Danmu tribe. It was far, far more developed than the Danmu tribe...
Everything in this room made Yuan Heng realize that life here could be described as the heavenly life longed for within the tribes.
His ger originally came from such a place. No wonder he was so particular when he first woke up.
Now his ger lay within the bedding, seeming very warm, his cheeks flushed pink from the heat.
But because he was being forced to drink medicine, his exquisite features were twisted in bitterness, and his tongue involuntarily stuck out.
Yuan Heng found it amusing. His gaze softened as he walked over, took a bag from his sleeve, retrieved something from it, and deftly placed it into the ger's mouth, his eyes full of playful teasing.
"Little ger, you're still so afraid of bitterness."
A hard object suddenly appeared in his mouth. Wang Jin reflexively sucked on it a couple of times. The object quickly melted, turning into sweet liquid that flowed into every bitter corner of his mouth. Wang Jin's tightly furrowed brows relaxed. The figure of the newcomer was reflected in his clear, bright eyes. The sweetness in his mouth seemed to spread into his eyes, making his gaze seem soft and hazy.
"Brother Heng."
It wasn't just his gaze. As soon as the ger spoke, his voice was sticky and sweetly coaxing - with just that one call, Yuan Heng's heart raced wildly, half his body going weak with tenderness...
The man's steps inevitably moved him closer to the ger. Originally only an arm's length away, this advance left only a palm's distance between them.
The ger serving at the side initially wanted to stop Yuan Heng's approach, but seeing the person on the bed like this, he shuddered at the rising goosebumps and silently retreated to a corner.
Seeing the man draw near, Wang Jin felt a surge of happiness. He impulsively threw half his body into Yuan Heng's embrace, clinging tightly to him with both hands, much like an affectionate house pet welcoming its owner home with playful devotion.
Yuan Heng's heart throbbed. His expression grew even tenderer. "How are you feeling?"
Yuan Heng asked softly. Perhaps even he didn't realize his voice was as gentle as a lover's whisper...
That voice, carrying a certain magnetism, low and deep, resonated softly in his ear, like a feather brushing against the sensitive curve of his outer ear... causing a faint itch to rise there.
Wang Jin's ears turned red. It felt as if a little deer had appeared in his heart, madly crashing about on it... nearly crashing his heart right onto the man.
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