I'm his wife, how come I don't know?

Two doctors see patients together.

In the end, they all looked at Jiang Chu's half-dry hair and sighed.

"Don't go to bed with your hair wet. Catching a cold is a minor problem, but having a stroke is a serious problem."

"Yes, sleeping with wet hair can easily cause long-lasting migraines. Headaches are not a disease, but when they occur they can be fatal."

As the doctor spoke one word after another, Si Ling was shrouded in the shadow of self-blame.

"I have already prescribed some medicine. Feed it every two hours. Make sure to lower the temperature. If the fever is severe, make sure to lower the temperature of the head first."

"If the fever persists, place the person in a bucket of warm water."

……

Si Ling memorized them one by one secretly.

He doesn't know how to do anything except decocting medicine.

He personally did everything from feeding medicine to cooling down the patient's temperature.

Looking at the man who had been awake for half the night and kept circling around the Ninth Prince.

Fu Ya sighed and handed Si Ling a piece of clean cotton cloth.

"Guard Si, wipe your hair."

Si Ling looked at the clean towel but didn't reach out to take it.

But his hands were shaking, and his eyes were slightly red as he looked at the person on the bed who was still running a fever.

It's his fault.

He shouldn't have let Jiang Chu fall asleep with wet hair.

He should wake him up.

The government official patted him on the shoulder and said, "Your Highness loves his country and his people. God will protect him and keep him safe. Don't blame yourself for that."

Fu Ya reached out to wipe Si Ling's hair, and Si Ling was moved.

Turning his head, he looked at the government office.

There was a wavering in those cold eyes that were slightly red.

The government office didn't think it was a big deal.

"If my brother were still alive, he would be seventeen, about the same age as the guard and the prince."

"You are so young, but you have to shoulder such a heavy responsibility. It is really hard. Take a break when it is time."

Si Ling lowered his head in silence, allowing the government official to wipe his hair dry.

Si Ling's long hair was fluffy and soft, hanging down to her waist. Under the light, she looked like an iceberg beauty.

Fu Ya looked at his achievements with satisfaction and said, "Well, stay with the prince. If you fall, he will have no one to trust."

Si Ling raised his eyes and looked at the skinny man with dark circles under his eyes.

He opened his mouth and said, "Thank you, sir. Have a good sleep too."

Fu Ya nodded and chuckled: "It's raining, the stones have fallen, it's time to have a good sleep."

The government official left and turned around to close the door.

Si Ling took out the jade slip from his arms.

Crush it without hesitation.

In an instant, the kind old man appeared: "Hey, little friend, you want to see me now?"

What the old man cast down was a clone.

Yet she was still ethereal, her whole body enveloped in gentle light, illuminating the entire room.

Si Ling fell to his knees.

"Please, immortal, save my prince."

Si Ling's eyes were extremely red, as if he was born unable to cry. Although there were tears in his eyes, no tears flowed.

The elder looked at him helplessly and said, "You only made such a small request? Do you know what crushing the jade slip means?"

"I am willing to become your disciple after a hundred years, Your Majesty."

"A hundred years? Are you kidding me? By then you will be nothing more than a pile of mortal bones. How can you enter the immortal sect?"

Si Ling kowtowed: "My heart is here. Even if I go to the Immortal Gate, I have no intention of practicing."

The elder opened his mouth in anger, looked at the red-burned person on the bed, and then looked at the young man with disheveled hair kneeling on the ground.

Finally, he relented: "Forget it, I will cure him of this minor cold."

The elder just waved his hand, and golden light enveloped Jiang Chu's body. His fever subsided and his breathing became even.

There was finally a hint of emotion in Si Ling's eyes.

If he could learn magic, would he be able to help Jiang Chu at any time in the future?

Even if he had to endure the pain of separation after a hundred years, he could make it better for him to live in peace and without worries during the hundred years he was alive.

The elder was a little angry, but there was nothing he could do to Si Ling.

He is just a clone now, and there is no way to give him another jade slip.

But I don’t want to miss this divine sword bone.

The divine sword bone that you may not encounter in hundreds of years.

The golden spiritual root is still the most suitable for practicing swordsmanship.

He was born for the sword.

The elder took a step forward and touched his forehead with one hand.

"The cultivation method has been passed on to you. If you have figured it out, you can practice it. With your talent, you can master it on your own without any guidance."

The elder was afraid that Si Ling would reject him, so his clone disappeared in the room.

Si Ling closed his eyes, those lingering skills lingering in his mind, he couldn't forget them at all.

Si Ling: ...

How is this different from forcing something to be taught?

but……

Si Ling's gaze moved towards Jiang Chu.

He decided to take a path that was destined to be heartbreaking.

It seemed as if he was thinking of the endless days of suffering a hundred years later.

Si Ling boldly climbed onto Jiang Chu's bed.

He held the person in his arms, but did not dare to get too close. He could only smell the faint fragrance of her hair.

And he felt that he could never express his feelings to him in words.

He is the prince, and he would never let Jiang Chu bear such a bad reputation.

-

Jiang Chu had a good yet bad sleep.

After getting up, all the fatigue in my body was gone.

He stretched.

Just at this moment the door creaked open.

Jiang Chu looked at the servant holding the basin and stretched his body: "Where are my guards?"

"In reply to Your Majesty, Guard Si attended to Your Majesty last night and has just returned to the side room to catch up on his sleep," the servant replied.

Jiang Chu was slightly confused: "Ah? Was I sick last night?"

How come he doesn't know he's sick?

I felt like I had taken a bath...

Are you sick?

The servant continued, "Yes, Your Majesty, you caught a cold last night and had a high fever. It was the guard who took care of you all night."

Jiang Chu was a little dazed. He clearly felt very well and didn't look like he was sick at all.

Jiang Chu thought about it carefully.

I did feel a little uncomfortable in the first half of the night, but felt better in the second half. I felt like someone was hugging me while I was half asleep...

He frowned, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or someone was really hugging him.

"Change my clothes."

"Yes, sir." The servant hurried forward to serve.

Jiang Chu, neatly dressed, walked to the side room under the guidance of the servants.

Standing at the door and looking inside through the window, Si Ling was sleeping.

Jiang Chu looked at his sleeping face for a long time, but finally stopped disturbing him.

Turned around and walked out.

The sky in Suizhou is clear and blue.

Jiang Chu belatedly asked, "Did it rain last night?"

The man who arrived at the government office was in great spirits, having swept away yesterday's fatigue, and his entire body exuded an irrepressible joy.

"Meet the prince!"

"It rained heavily last night! Suizhou is alive!"

Jiang Chu's eyes lit up: "Great!"

"Their immortals are really powerful." The government official sighed: "If the immortals hadn't appeared, who knows how many people in Suizhou would have died."

Jiang Chu thought of Li Xiu and Lin Wan'er, and the fairyland he saw on Sui Mountain.

I felt infinite envy in my heart.

"If there is an afterlife, I would also like to be an immortal, free and happy, without being burdened by the world."

Suizhou Prefecture Yamen smiled and said, "Then I wish His Majesty to get what he wants."