He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 236 The Marquis Has No Clever Heart 13

Wen Yan's health is generally fine.

However, his health deteriorated severely during the years he fled as a refugee, and it was only after becoming an apprentice that his condition improved slightly.

"The strategist's condition is an old one; he can recover with time."

Wen Yan bowed with her hands clasped in greeting, her face showing apology: "I'm so sorry to have troubled you so late, Dr. Su."

Doctor Su stroked his beard, not caring much, after all, the Marquis had given him too much.

Recalling the precious medicinal herbs Liang Jinglan had given him, Doctor Su felt as if he were floating on air, wishing he could have a few more like them.

"Strategist, I'll stay here for now and go back once you've recovered."

Wen Yan nodded and let him go.

-

The weather has turned deep into winter, and today is Lunar New Year's Eve.

There was no snow in the northern frontier, and the wind was so cold it stung my face. Liang Jinglan had just returned home after patrolling, wearing a fur coat.

This year is no different from any other year, but if I had to say, there is a slight difference.

Red lanterns hung at the entrance of the general's mansion, and red ribbons decorated the interior, giving it a festive feel.

Wen Yan changed out of her plain coat and fur coat. The bright red coat made her face look fair and beautiful. She waited at the door, hugging the hand warmer. When she looked up and saw him, she said softly, "You're back?"

A simple sentence threw Liang Jinglan into a state of turmoil.

His eyes were slightly sore, and his rough palms touched his beating heart; it felt so warm here.

"What's wrong, my lord?"

Wen Yan took a couple of steps and, seeing that he hadn't followed, turned back to look at him. He seemed to be standing there, stunned. She called him twice more before he reacted and ran over with sparkling eyes.

The joy in his eyes and brows was undeniable.

"Yuanjun, will you spend every New Year's Eve with me from now on?"

The moment the firecrackers exploded, Liang Jinglan asked a question without any apparent reason.

Wen Yan looked at him: "Does Your Excellency want me to stay with you?"

"I want to!" He was afraid that if he answered too slowly, Wen Yan would regret it.

Wen Yan raised an eyebrow, patted his neck, and chuckled, "If that's what you want, then I'll always be here."

With a smile playing at the corners of her eyes and her brows softening, Liang Jinglan laughed so freely that the roaring flames in the stove trembled along with her.

He suddenly felt that this was a good thing.

The northern border is good, and she is good too.

Wen Yan couldn't stay up late. After staying up all night, she was urged to go to bed and rest. She looked helplessly at the person who was earnestly urging her to rest, wanting to tell him that she wasn't that fragile.

She stopped talking when her gaze fell on the deep worry in his eyes.

Oh well, it's just about going to bed early, it's not a big deal.

Liang Jinglan escorted Wen Yan back to her room and watched her lie down before preparing to leave.

Tonight is New Year's Eve. After finishing their work, the servants and soldiers can go out of the mansion to parade through the streets. Wen Yan is not very interested in these things, so Liang Jinglan will not go either.

"Won't you go for a stroll in the streets, my lord?"

"The scenery is always the same, so I might as well stay home and spend New Year's Eve with you."

Wen Yan chuckled and beckoned him closer: "My lord, you really are sometimes..."

She stopped mid-sentence, and Liang Jinglan asked in confusion, "Really what?"

Wen Yan said seriously, "Very cute."

Brush brush!

Liang Jinglan's face turned bright red: "W-what? Cute is not a word to describe a man. You should say I am majestic and handsome."

His words sounded like they were burning his tongue. Wen Yan wanted to laugh, so she grabbed his sleeve, looked at him with a smile as he was extremely nervous, and held his hand with her icy fingertips.

His face flushed even more, and he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet. All his senses were focused on the index finger that was being held: "Yuan...Yuanjun, I'm not drunk tonight..."

Upon hearing what he said, Wen Yan reacted for a moment before bursting into laughter, her body swaying and bending over like a swaying flower branch.

"Yuanjun, stop laughing."

Liang Jinglan was embarrassed. She couldn't run away because she was being held by the hand, so she could only look down at her toes. When she heard the laughter, she felt itchy and looked up to steal a glance at her smiling eyes. When she looked back, she blushed and looked away.

So innocent.

Wen Yan raised an eyebrow and pulled him to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Yuan…Yuanjun, this is not right.” Liang Jinglan stammered again.

That amount of force wasn't enough to pull him down, but he eventually sat down, his hands and feet stiff and unsure of what to do.

She pursed her lips and dryly uttered the two words "Yuanjun".

He was very nervous, his heart was pounding, but he didn't dislike it; he liked it.

"The Marquis knows?"

"Know what?" Liang Jinglan was a beat slow to react, and when he looked into her teasing eyes, he belatedly realized what she meant.

Although it is a question, it is phrased with an affirmative tone.

The two looked at each other without saying a word. In the end, Liang Jinglan gave in first. Recalling the scene when he learned her identity, his face turned even redder.

His eyes darted away as she cupped his face and gazed directly at him, her deep eyes drawing him in, impossible to ignore.

Wen Yan leaned closer, her tone teasing: "What does the Marquis think of me?"

"Very good, very impressive, very smart."

Three very in a row.

"Silly." Wen Yan uttered a light spit, then leaned closer to him, their faces no more than a hand's width apart: "What I mean is, will you refuse if I do this?"

"will not."

His mouth moved before his brain could process it; he thought she was referring to the distance between them, but as soon as he finished speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Wen Yan tilted her head back and kissed his cheek. The soft touch was fleeting, yet it stirred up a restless feeling in her heart.

“My lord, I think I should correct you on what you said that night.”

Liang Jinglan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he looked down at her blankly, wondering what she wanted to correct, feeling extremely nervous.

"Being nervous when you see someone can actually have another reason."

"like."

Bang bang bang!

My heart is racing.

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