On the third night, Meng Fuyao started having a fever and cough. Zhan Beiye went sleepless that night to gather the necessary medical ingredients, and he stayed by her side to cool her body heat and treat her. He found joy in it, but Meng Fuyao woke up to see the popping veins in his eyes and felt sorry.
"It's time to get a wife, Prince. You look unsatisfied. Do you need me to introduce…"
Unable to contain his anger the prince stuffed a fruit into her mouth, also jabbing her acupuncture point at the same time. "You have a city to go back to, but you don't want to. You chose to have us sleep outdoors with the wolves, you stubborn woman!"
"I did not ask you to do this," retorted Meng Fuyao.
Zhan Beiye stared at her flushed face and carried her over his shoulder without a word.
"Accounts should be calculated, and debts should be repaid."
He carried Meng Fuyao down the mountains.
"We're going back to the city."
