Inside the tent, the imperial physician had just finished dressing Qi Wenxuan’s wounds, the pain leaving him drenched in sweat. Only after the maid had finished changing his clothes did Mei Xianghan walk back in, her face wearing a deliberate, gentle smile.
"Qi Wenxuan, how are you feeling? A bit better?"
As she spoke, she leaned down to sit by the side of the daybed, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. Qi Wenxuan could only lie in bed; he had been hungry to begin with, and now he was demanding this and that in quick succession. Mei Xianghan remained patient, peeling oranges and paring apples for him. Yet, after taking only two bites, Qi Wenxuan would declare he didn't want any more, throwing the food everywhere.
Chapter 259