After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

As with every previous torture, this already long journey became even more difficult.

His breathing felt like fire, and with every step he took, the pain in his knees and back attacked him simultaneously, causing Si Jiu to stagger several times and almost fall.

The palace servants and ministers who passed by hurried past him as if they hadn't seen him.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally saw the palace gate and his carriage.

When the full picture of the carriage appeared in his gradually blurred vision, he found that there seemed to be someone standing there besides Ping An.

Wen Baizhi saw Si Jiu coming out from afar.

She couldn't see his whole face from the distance.

But when he came closer, she realized how bad his condition was.

Her hair, which was usually neatly combed, was now a little messy and stuck to her face due to sweat.

His face was as pale as paper, and his lips were bitten and bleeding.

Even the hands hanging by his sides were trembling slightly.

She came here because she found out this morning that she had not had time to give Si Jiu the jade cake she brought back yesterday.

He wanted to go out and play for a while, so he sent someone to take him to Ping'an to wait for Si Jiu to leave the court together.

Thinking that he would be able to eat this jade cake as soon as he came out.

But what I didn't expect to see was this scene.

As soon as Si Jiu stepped out of the palace gate, Wen Baizhi hurried forward and held his arm.

"You are in very bad condition." Wen Baizhi said firmly, with a serious look.

Si Jiu didn't dare to relax. This place was still that man's territory. There might be many spies watching them at this moment.

He let go of Wen Baizhi's hand without leaving a trace.

"Miss Lawwin is here." His words were so weak.

He moved towards the carriage with difficulty.

Wen Baizhi didn't understand what was going on. Although she had some doubts, she followed Si Jiu into the car without saying a word, considering that this was outside the imperial palace.

Si Jiu got on the car first, and Wen Baizhi got on after telling Ping An that they could set off.

When Wen Baizhi got into the car, she found that Si Jiu had collapsed on the couch, unable to hold on, his body still shaking.

Only then did she realize there was blood on Si Jiu's clothes below the waist.

She hurried forward and squatted in front of Si Jiu: "What happened? Are you injured?"

Si Jiu was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. The excessive blood loss also made him feel extremely cold, and his teeth were chattering.

Seeing that Si Jiu was just staring at her, Wen Baizhi wanted to go out and find Ping An to ask about the situation.

However, she didn't expect that when she just stood up, Si Jiu grabbed her hand.

She stood and looked at Si Jiu.

Si Jiu knew that he shouldn't be so rude, but at this moment he was like a little animal that was almost frozen to death in the snowy night. He instinctively relied on Wen Baizhi's warmth.

He still couldn't speak. Wen Baizhi sighed softly and squatted down again.

"My hands are still so cold." She pulled the blanket piled on the couch, spread it out with one hand to avoid the wound on Si Jiu's waist, and covered him with it.

Unexpectedly, Si Jiu, who had felt a little warmth, was shaking even more violently at this moment.

After all, if someone who is used to the cold is suddenly made to feel warm, it will be difficult for him to get used to it.

Wen Baizhi looked at his shaking body and asked hurriedly, "Why are you shaking even more? Are you still cold?"

Si Jiu was afraid that she would worry, so he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Much better, thank you."

Wen Baizhi tapped his head lightly: "When will you change your stubborn habit? You're shaking like this, and you still say you're much better. Do you think I don't have eyes?"

There was still some distance from the Governor's Mansion, and Wen Baizhi's brain was working rapidly.

She opened the curtain and said to Ping An outside, "Send someone who can run fast to go back to the mansion to invite Doctor Rong. Then have them boil more hot water and prepare various wound medicines. They will be used as soon as the governor returns to the mansion."

Ping An quickly agreed and did not dare to delay and immediately went to the front to find someone.

After lowering the curtain, Wen Baizhi looked at Si Jiu. Although he was obviously very weak, he still looked at her stubbornly.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, she could read the fear in his eyes.

He was afraid of leaving.

After sighing countless times, Wen Baizhi stood up and sat down beside the couch. Just like before, she carefully moved Si Jiu's upper body onto her legs.

He reached out to straighten the blanket, then freed his hand to touch Si Jiu's hair.

One of Si Jiu's hands was still held by Wen Baizhi. He leaned on Wen Baizhi's legs with the other hand behind her back.

Where she couldn't see, Si Jiu used his other hand to hold the hem of Wen Baizhi's clothes.

Wen Baizhi couldn't explain why she touched Si Jiu's hair at this moment, but she just felt that Si Jiu was about to break, and she was just saving a fragile object.

She stroked Si Jiu's messy hair and pushed the loose hair behind his ears.

He used his sleeve to wipe the cold sweat from his face.

Si Jiu said weakly: "Don't dirty your clothes." He paused, "I have a handkerchief in my sleeve."

Wen Baizhi followed his instructions and took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, only to find that it was the same handkerchief she had given him.

I didn't expect he still kept it well.

Wen Baizhi smiled and wiped his face carefully with the handkerchief.

Si Jiu knew that she would recognize the handkerchief at a glance, so he closed his eyes and tried to avoid her gaze.

After all this was done, Wen Baizhi stuffed the handkerchief back into his sleeve.

Si Jiu rubbed his head slightly, and Wen Baizhi said: "Although this handkerchief was mine in the past, it belongs to you now. I will return it to its original owner after I use it."

Wen Baizhi thought his reaction was very cute, and couldn't help but continue: "But fortunately, there are no girly patterns embroidered on my handkerchief, otherwise if others saw that a dignified governor actually used such a girly thing, they would probably laugh at you."

Si Jiu felt a pain in his heart, and said in a stagnant voice: "I am neither a man nor a woman, no one would think there is anything wrong with me using such a thing."

After saying this, Si Jiu was just sinking into self-loathing when he felt someone covering his ears with their hands.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his eyes had not been open since the beginning.

Wen Baizhi's soft voice came from above.

"What others say is their business. We can't control their mouths, so we just don't listen or pay attention to it. No matter who you are, you are Si Jiu. As long as you are Si Jiu, it's enough. No matter what you become, you are still you."

Just like herself, no matter what she becomes, she is still the same Wen Bai inside.

No one has ever said such words to Si Jiu in the past three years.

He was used as a knife by Qi Yan'an to eliminate dissidents in the court. He did countless unscrupulous things. Whenever he went to the street, the people would point at his nose and curse him behind his back.

Eunuch, corrupt official.

He's heard worse things.

He listened to this for three years.

I would wake up in shock after hearing it in my dreams at night.

But now she firmly covered her ears and told herself not to pay attention to what those people said.

He has always been a crybaby.

He couldn't help but shed tears beside Wen Baizhi again.

Wen Baizhi knew he was crying, and she kept stroking his head gently.

"Si Jiu has always been the best."