Don't disturb me, I won't be a concubine

After Dong Jiafu said those two words, she immediately turned around and left the room. She didn't see Cui Qiyan's eyes shining like stars after hearing them.

In the afternoon, white-collar worker Dong Jiafu went to the room that had been cleaned up for her.

"Miss Dong, it's not convenient to go out right now, so the furnishings in the room are a bit simple. Take a look and tell me if there's anything missing. I'll find a way to get it."

The room was spacious and clean. Dong Jiafu looked around casually and said, "This is good enough. I'm not here for sightseeing. Just having a place to sleep is enough."

"Well, shall we bring dinner to your room, or would you like to eat with us?"

"Don't bother, let's go together."

"Okay, when it's done, I'll call you."

Ji Bai seemed very happy to hear her answer. Dong Jiafu was confused and didn't know what he was happy about.

This doubt became clear when she sat down at the dinner table.

Four dishes were enough for four people, but when Dong Jiafu looked at the four dishes whose ingredients could not be identified, she didn't know where to start.

"What you guys have been eating these days...are these the things?"

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Miss Dong," Ji Bai said calmly, "There's no one else in the other courtyard, so the prince and Doctor Fan can only eat the food I made. Don't be fooled by its ugly appearance, it's still edible."

To prove his words, Ji Bai took a bite of the black dish in front of him, but he paused after the first bite, his eyes twitching.

He swallowed it whole and said awkwardly, "Too much salt. Don't eat this dish. Eat the rest..."

Ji Bai moved the dish in front of him, pushed the other three dishes forward, pointed at the dish in the middle and said, "This fish is definitely edible, it's very fresh."

After saying this, he looked at the three people hopefully.

Cui Qiyan drank a bowl of porridge silently, without any intention of picking up his chopsticks.

Doctor Fan gave him face and reached out to pick up the fish.

"How is it? Does it taste okay?" Ji Bai asked eagerly.

Doctor Fan nodded without saying anything and lowered his head to eat the rice in the bowl.

Dong Jiafu was curious about what the dishes made by Ji Bai tasted like. After tasting the fish, she suddenly realized that people should not be too curious.

But Ji Bai didn't notice it, and said proudly: "I spent a lot of time preparing this fish. Look, it's not broken at all, it's so complete. If Miss Dong wants to eat it in her room, it won't look good if she gives away some of it."

Dong Jiafu couldn't help but complain in her heart, it turned out that he had put all his efforts into this.

Cui Qiyan, who was standing next to him, had already eaten nearly half of the porridge in his bowl. He was still sick, and eating only this little bit would not be conducive to his recovery.

Dong Jiafu retracted her gaze and said to Ji Bai hesitantly, "Well, I don't mean anything else. I just think you have a lot to do. How about I help you share some of the burden, like cooking, and leave it to me."

Seeing Ji Bai's enthusiasm, Dong Jiafu was still worried about hurting his self-esteem, but she didn't expect him to agree without saying a word.

"It's great that Miss Dong is willing to do it." He couldn't wait to throw this hot potato away. God knows cooking is harder than slaughtering a pig.

Hearing that he would not have to eat Ji Bai's cooking in the future, Doctor Fan was overjoyed, "I didn't expect Miss Dong to be able to cook. Miss Dong can practice medicine and save lives outside, and can cook at home. Whoever marries you in the future will be very lucky."

"Thank you for your praise, Doctor Fan. I'm not good at cooking and it's just barely edible." Dong Jiafu smiled faintly.

Doctor Fan took her words as modesty and thought that no matter how rough the food she cooked was, it would definitely taste better than the one in front of him.

Cui Qiyan finished his porridge, put down his spoon, and turned his gaze to Dong Jiafu, "You are not here to light the fire and cook. I will ask Ji Bai to get someone from the mansion tomorrow."

"With Doctor Fan here, I can't help you with your illness. Cooking is good to kill time. You don't need to find anyone else."

He would rather eat only porridge than ask Ji Bai to find someone to come, probably because he didn't want to risk another person getting sick. Dong Jiafu didn't want him to change his decision because of her.

Cui Qiyan looked at her for a while, then said, "Then let Ji Bai help you light a fire and cook some simple meals."

"I know," Dong Jiafu joked, "Even if you want to eat complicated dishes, I can't make them."

After Ji Bai cleared the food away, Doctor Fan said, "Miss Dong's words today reminded me. I went back and thought about it carefully. Maybe your illness is a special kind of cold. Tomorrow I will change the medicine used to treat the plague and see if it works."

Cui Qiyan nodded, "It's Doctor Fan who makes the decision."

Doctor Fan looked at Dong Jiafu again and said, "I heard that Miss Dong is proficient in acupuncture. If you can use acupuncture for me, I think I can help you recover faster."

"I can do acupuncture, but I would also like to ask Doctor Fan which acupoints can be used to complement your medicine?" Dong Jiafu asked cautiously.

"You only need to use acupuncture points such as Hegu, Fengchi, Dazhui, Lieque, Feishu and Tanzhong to treat colds."

Dong Jiafu nodded, "Okay, I'll go back and prepare tonight."

"Then your Excellency should go to bed early." Doctor Fan left the room.

The candlelight flickered. Dong Jiafu looked at Cui Qiyan who was still sitting on the chair and said, "Let me help the prince to the bed."

"Okay." Cui Qi Yan raised his hand happily.

The two of them slowly walked towards the bed and helped him sit down. Dong Jiafu turned around and wanted to leave, but Cui Qi Yan held her hand.

Dong Jiafu turned around and tried to pull her hand back, but it didn't move. A lean camel is bigger than a horse, and the sick Cui Qiyan's hands were still stronger than hers.

"I still have to go back to read medical books and prepare for tomorrow's acupuncture. I don't think your Highness would want to get pricked in vain." She narrowed her eyes threateningly.

Cui Qiyan chuckled, "If it's your turn, feel free to stab me."

"Don't joke around at a time like this, it's not funny at all."

"I'm not kidding," Cui Qiyan said seriously, "Afu, if I can survive this, let's be together. I don't want to waste the rest of my time. I want to be with you."

Dong Jiafu was stunned for a moment. She had witnessed so many deaths and lives in the camp. People who were still alive the day before were gone the next day. They didn't even have a chance to say goodbye to their loved ones.

Death never greets anyone before it arrives, so now she only needs to care about her current feelings and follow her heart.

She lowered her eyes and looked into Cui Qiyan's eyes which reflected her shadow. "Then you have to get better first."

Cui Qiyan's smile widened upon hearing this, and he excitedly confirmed with her, "Did you agree? Did you really agree to me?"

"You're pinching me, it hurts, let go." Dong Jiafu shook off her hand that was pinched by him.

“Yes...I’m sorry.” Cui Qi Yan quickly let go like a child who had done something wrong.

Dong Jiafu said gently: "Don't think about anything else now, take good care of yourself, many people are waiting for you."

"I must get better, Afu." Cui Qiyan's eyes were filled with the desire to survive.