Rebirth: The paranoid war king was controlled by the crazy female protagonist

He was sitting opposite her, subconsciously paying attention to her condition, her scattered hair, her unchanged petticoat, and...

As I looked down, I realized that she was running here barefoot. Although I didn't know why she came here suddenly, it seemed that she was in a very bad condition.

After a while, she was resting and her body was covered by something thrown at her.

She slowly raised her head and felt something warm; it turned out to be the coat he had thrown to her.

She looked at him doubtfully, her eyes seemed to be asking him a question.

why?

He moved his lips without looking up, "Come back next time dressed properly."

She held the large coat in her hand, wondering what she was thinking, and then put it on obediently.

For some reason, she seemed to be surrounded by a kind of warmth for a moment, which was different from the feeling described in the text. What was it?

"Your Highness, why do you want me to train?" she suddenly asked.

Her voice at this moment was weaker and softer than ever before. For a moment, he even suspected that he had heard it wrongly. This lifeless voice actually came from her mouth.

"You will understand it by then. Now, you just need to be serious." He didn't want to explain more, but he couldn't ignore her pitiful tone.

"If the result is not what Your Highness expects, will my situation be worse than it is now?" She naturally understood what would happen if she was of no use.

He paused for a moment, flipping through the book, and gave an answer after careful consideration, "No."

Is this the promise he made to himself?

"Okay." She responded as if she was prepared.

She lay down on the table again.

He looked at her limp body, "Are you not afraid that I will deceive you?"

"Your Highness said that he would not lie to me." She murmured, and her tired body gradually fell into a deep sleep.

Yes, he said, she was telling herself, she believed in herself?

He clearly remembered this woman saying that there was no trust between them and there was no need for trust.

Just when he was about to say something, he noticed the sound of gentle breathing coming from the little face leaning on the table.

He was puzzled. Why did he come here if he was so tired?

After hesitating, he walked up to her and examined her bare feet. They were covered with bruises, which formed a sharp contrast with her originally fair skin and looked really pitiful.

His heart was beating slightly, and his hand unconsciously moved closer to her. Just when he was about to touch her head, he stopped.

What on earth am I doing?! Are I worried about her?

He wanted to withdraw his hand in annoyance, but after hesitating, he gently pulled open her sleeve, just as he expected.

From the moment she came in, he noticed the faint bruises on her arms, which were more serious than those on her feet. Could it be...

He thought about it and walked outside.

"Your Highness?" When Qianyun saw His Highness, his eyes subconsciously looked inside the house. Wasn't Miss Qingyu in there?

"Did the news from Huanxiang Pavilion say anything else?" he asked in a cold voice.

"Your Highness, nothing was said, just that Miss Qingyu didn't get much rest, so..." Qianyun repeated the previous message, but didn't know whether His Highness wanted to hear this specifically.

"Send her back in two days." After saying this, he turned around and went back.

But he turned around as if he remembered something and said, "Let the doctor check her out tomorrow when she wakes up."

"Yes... yes, Your Highness." Qianyun bowed and accepted the order.

He looked at the figure of His Highness returning. It seemed that His Highness cared more and more about Miss Qingyu.

……

It was already noon when Qing Yu woke up again. She rubbed her eyes and looked to the side.

She was in her room? But wasn't she in Xiao Yanqing's study last night? Why was she in the room...

She propped herself up and sat up, suddenly realizing that her headache was gone and she had slept well last night without any nightmares.

She remembered that Xiao Yanqing gave her a day off today, no wonder no one woke her up.

After a good sleep, she got up, washed up, and had a satisfying lunch.

As expected, the food in the mansion is the best.

"My lady, the doctor is outside the room." The maid motioned to her.

"Doctor?" Could it be Wen Shu? Or Xiao Yanqing?

"Okay, let the doctor come in."

After the doctor checked her pulse, he pointed to the wound on her foot. She didn't tell anyone in particular. Did he find it last night?

After treating the injury, the doctor asked, "Does the young lady have many dreams every night?"

"Yeah." She nodded.

"I will prescribe some medicine for you, young lady."

When this was mentioned, she said no more and just followed the instructions.

After leaving, the doctor went directly to Xiao Yanqing's house.

"How is it?" he inquired.

"Your Highness, the young lady has not been in good health recently and has been suffering from insomnia and nightmares." The doctor recounted the results of the consultation.

"Insomnia and nightmares..." Suddenly, her panic-stricken expression yesterday appeared in his mind.

Was she having a nightmare?

"I'll prescribe some medicine for you, it shouldn't be a problem."

"that's fine."

However, he had some doubts in his heart. Would an ordinary person run out of the house because of a nightmare? Besides, this person was Jiang Qingyu.

A thought flashed through his mind, and it was possible that this person was Jiang Qingyu.

"Did you only treat the injury on your foot?" he asked.

"Yes, Your Highness. Could there be other parts..." The doctor didn't quite understand, because Your Highness only mentioned the feet. Could there be other parts?

"Did she say so herself?"

"The young lady didn't say."

"Really? Go get the medicine first." He reminded, and he guessed it right.

"Yes, Your Highness." The doctor leaned forward and stepped out.

He remembered that the injury on his arm was different from that on his foot. The one on his foot was caused by dancing, but what about the one on his arm? And why didn't she tell him? Did she forget?

It seems that there are more and more mysteries surrounding Jiang Qingyu.

At this time, Qingyu was in the house.

"Why did Wen Shu have time to come here?"

Qing Yu, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, saw Wen Shu and was about to get out of bed, but was held down by him.

"Don't come down. You just applied medicine on your feet. Just take a good rest." Xiao Wenshu quickly reminded.

"I heard what the doctor said. No wonder he looked so bad."

Her slightly tired eyes were full of smiles, "It should be fine after a rest."

"Qingyu, you just like to show off. Fortunately, my brother told you to have a good rest in the house these two days, otherwise, you will be exhausted sooner or later." Xiao Wenshu reminded with concern. He was obviously just a child.

"Two days? Your Highness, did you say these two days?"

"Yes."

Qing Yu was silent. Why? Wasn't he expecting to achieve his goal? Why was he wasting time?

Seeing that she didn't respond, Xiao Wenshu asked, "What's wrong, Qingyu? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

She came back to her senses from her trance and said, "No."

"By the way, how's the training going recently?" She suddenly changed the subject, as if she didn't want him to focus his attention on her.

"Now the progress is good, and I feel like everything is under control." Xiao Wenshu raised his lips and smiled, gradually getting the hang of it and gaining confidence.

"That's good."

"But..." Xiao Wenshu always felt like something was missing.

"what happened?"

“I always feel it’s a little too serious.”

"In a military place, isn't it good to be serious?" Qing Yu tried to comfort him.

"I hope to get along better with the soldiers, but I also don't want them to be too afraid of me." He thought that perhaps he could find a way to get along more harmoniously.

"Does Qingyu have any good ideas?" he asked. Qingyu had the most interesting ideas.

"Well..." She lowered her eyes and thought. Wen Shu was an upright and gentle person, so perhaps he had a good idea.

“You can think of some competitive games.”

"Game? Yeah, why didn't I think of that?" Xiao Wenshu suddenly reacted.

"Think of some interesting rewards and punishments, so as to enhance the relationship." She smiled.

Although she did not recommend Wen Shu to maintain an overly close friendship with his subordinates, perhaps this was his way, the best way.

"Thank you, Qingyu."

"No big deal, Wen Shu always brings me delicious food."

They talked and laughed happily until the maid brought the medicine, and she drank it and rested.

Xiao Wenshu stopped disturbing her and told the maid to take good care of her.