Zhou Gu had applied medicine for Su Rong thoughtfully. During this time, he also thoroughly reflected on himself.
Su Rong hung onto his waist and giggled, "It really doesn't hurt."
Zhou Gu sighed and roughly ruffled Su Rong's hair, "Su Rong, how can you be so good?"
Su Rong hummed, "Am I good? In what way? Am I pretty?"
Zhou Gu couldn't help but laugh, "Yes, you're pretty, and very good." He lowered his head to kiss her cheek, the touch was soft and lingering, "Makes me like you so much."
Su Rong's heart was stirred, she whispered: "After the peace talks, we will have our big wedding when we return to the Capital City. I'll write a letter to my father soon and ask him to instruct the Ministry of Rites to start preparing for our big wedding. I'll also ask the Imperial Astronomical Bureau to select an auspicious date and time."
Zhou Gu was overjoyed, immediately let go of her and urged, "Then you should start writing now."
Su Rong: "..."
