Based on Chu Lian's usual temperament, she really didn't want to deal with the crazy He Sanlang.

However, when she thought about how he was a patient right now and how badly injured he was, Chu Lian suppressed her anger and forced herself to calm down.

She glanced at He Changdi, resigned to her fate, and picked up the wonton from the small table beside her. She took one out, put it to her mouth, blew on it, and brought it to He Sanlang's thin lips.

He Changdi's deep eyes suddenly lit up like stars. He opened his thin lips slightly, and Chu Lian stuffed the spoon into his mouth.

Chu Lian despised He Changdi in her heart. Why didn't he choke to death with such a big wonton?!

She could clearly see that He Sanlang's cold face was gradually softening. He stared at Chu Lian's movements, and almost as soon as she brought the spoon to his mouth, he opened his mouth in perfect cooperation.

Halfway through eating, he didn't forget to comment, "It's not bad, but it's not as good as what you make."

Chu Lian rolled her eyes. She felt that He Changdi was lying through his teeth. Putting aside the taste, she was far inferior to Wenlan in terms of her skill in making wonton dumplings. Not to mention, this was a chicken soup wonton that Wenlan came up with herself.

Chu Lian snorted lightly, but she felt a little warmth in the depths of her heart.

When Colonel Guo, Zhang Mai, and Xiao Hongyu came in, they saw Chu Lian patiently feeding He Sanlang.

Xiao Hongyu stared blankly, and his eyes immediately turned red. He was usually a noisy person, but at this moment, he took a few steps to the front of the bed and wailed, "Big Brother He, not only did you injure your leg, but your hand was also crippled. This … what should we do!

Tell your little brother, which bastard did this? I'll go raid their nest! "

He Sanlang's cool and handsome face, which had slightly melted, instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He coldly glanced at the wailing Xiao Hongyu, then took the bowl from Chu Lian's hands and finished the rest of the wonton in a few bites.

Xiao Hongyu looked at He Changdi's movements in a daze. She suddenly understood and pointed at He Changdi's arms. "Brother He, your arms weren't injured. They're fine."

Then his gaze fell on Chu Lian, whose face was full of awkwardness. "Sister-in-law, since He Dage's hands are fine, you don't have to serve him so carefully. He Dage is usually very sturdy in the military camp!

You don't know, there was one time … "

Before Xiao Hongyu could finish his words, he felt a cold and gloomy gaze fall on him, sending a chill down his spine. He raised his head and met He Changdi's warning gaze. For a moment, he couldn't say a word.

He scratched his head and laughed dryly.

Lieutenant Guo came up and gave Xiao Hongyu a smack on the head. "That's enough. Why do you have so much to say? Virgin Chicken, move aside."

Xiao Hongyu covered her head with her hands, feeling wronged. She let out a cry and found a corner to treat her wounds alone.

Zhang Mai shook his head. He lamented that a single dog like her wouldn't understand the little fun between a young couple.

Chu Lian ordered Wenqing and Wenlan to remove the court food and served tea to everyone. She originally wanted to leave and leave some space for her brothers in the Northern Army, but He Changdi pulled her hand and made her sit at the side.

Chu Lian had no choice but to stay.

After listening to everyone's analysis, Chu Lian sat at the side thoughtfully. She didn't expect that Xiao Bojian really sent someone to do this.

She frowned in disbelief. Apart from her, Xiao Bojian and He Changdi didn't have any grudges. Even in the imperial court, Xiao Bojian didn't have much interaction with Duke Jing 'an's family because the patriarch of Duke Jing' an's residence, Duke Jing 'an, was stationed at the borders. There was no need to talk about competing for benefits.

Chu Lian was extremely annoyed. She was innocent and had tried her best to avoid Xiao Bojian. Now that she was in the Northern Territory, she was still targeted by this person. Was he crazy?!

Chu Lian didn't know whether Xiao Bojian was crazy or not, but she felt that if he wasn't, she would be forced to become sick.

Commandant Guo and the others who came to visit He Sanlang stayed at He Manor for lunch before leaving. On their way out, they even cleaned up the small kitchen in He Manor.

Chu Lian took advantage of He Sanlang's afternoon nap and finally had some free time.

She ordered someone to find Steward Qin and discussed with him in the reception pavilion for a full hour.

After receiving advice, Steward Qin happily went out to do his work.

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After He Changdi's fever subsided, Chu Lian would accompany him in the wing room every day. However, she didn't let the servant girls move the bed next to the bed anymore.

When it was time to rest at night, Chu Lian would return to her small courtyard in the He Manor. Even when He Sanlang pulled a long face, she didn't compromise.

What a joke. His thigh injury was still very serious. He couldn't touch it and had to recuperate. If the two of them slept on the same bed, Chu Lian might accidentally kick his thigh. At that time, He Sanlang's thigh would really be crippled.

They definitely wouldn't be able to return to Shengjing before the new year. Not to mention that He Changdi was seriously injured and couldn't move, even if He Sanlang was fine, the northern region was a world of ice and snow. Even with Lu Zhou, it would take a lot of effort for them to go back now. Moreover, the news of victory hadn't reached Shengjing yet. The northern border army still had to wait for the emperor's approval.

These would probably have to wait until after the new year.

Therefore, they were definitely going to spend the new year in the northern region.

This was Chu Lian's first time spending the new year in the Great Wu Dynasty. Although there were only the two of them, Chu Lian didn't feel lonely at all. Instead, she felt a faint sense of anticipation.

After the new year, time always passed very quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the 27th of the new year. There were only three days left until New Year's Eve.

On this day, both adults and children had to bathe and cleanse themselves. Even the poor people of Liangzhou, who lived in harsh conditions, had to boil a few pots of hot water and use the honey locust they collected in the summer to wash away the dirt of the year. They wanted to spend the new year clean and refreshed.

Early in the morning, Chu Lian was woken up by Wenqing. After she drowsily washed up, she heard Wenqing's nagging.

"Third Madam, today is the 27th of the new year. It's a big day to wash away the dust. This servant has prepared a flower petal bath for you. After lunch, you can have a good soak to wash away your fatigue."

Even though Chu Lian lived in the cold northern region, she still had to maintain her cleanliness. She bathed once every three days, so she didn't pay much attention to Wenqing's words.

However, after she applied the balm, she suddenly thought of He Changdi, who was still lying in the front courtyard's wing. She immediately felt conflicted. "Wenqing, must we wash away the dust today?"

Wenqing thought that she was interested in this custom and explained with a smile, "That's right. Even the old man guarding the door has to boil a pot of hot water and take a comfortable bath for the new year."

The corner of Chu Lian's mouth twitched. Didn't that mean that He Sanlang also had to wash himself?

How was he going to wash his scabbed wounds?!

Chu Lian felt a headache coming on.

After eating the morning meal, Chu Lian went to see He Changdi, who was recovering from his injuries. After resting in bed for seven to eight days, he could now move his injured right leg slightly. He didn't need help to turn over and sit up anymore.

As soon as she entered the outer room, a servant girl came to greet her.

"Greetings to Third Madam."

Chu Lian nodded. "Is my husband awake?"

The servant girl respectfully replied, "Third Young Master woke up two hours ago. Laiyue has already served Third Young Master with his morning meal."

Chu Lian looked into the inner room. It was strange. In the past, whenever she came, Laiyue would immediately come out to greet her. Why didn't she see him this morning?

"Where's Laiyue?"

"Third Madam, Laiyue went out on an errand on Third Young Master's orders. Before he left, he said that he would only be back tomorrow morning." The servant girl took out a small wooden box from the cabinet beside her and held it in front of Chu Lian with both hands.

"Laiyue asked me to tell Third Madam that we'll have to trouble Third Madam to change Third Young Master's dressing today."

Chu Lian was speechless.

He Sanlang was such a neat freak that he didn't like being served by others. He wasn't used to having servant girls by his side either. Thus, other than Chu Lian, Laiyue had been helping his master change his dressing every day.

Now that Laiyue wasn't around, this task naturally fell onto Chu Lian's shoulders.

Chu Lian was extremely suspicious that she had been tricked.

Chu Lian waved her hand and had Wenqing take the wooden box with the medicine. She paused for a moment before entering the inner room.

It was almost New Year's Eve, and Shengjing City was bustling with noise and excitement. However, Count Jing 'an's estate was rather bleak this year.

The roads to the northern border were blocked by heavy snow, so no news could be sent back. He Erlang was still investigating the corruption case in Zhangzhou with Prince Jin. He had only sent a letter yesterday saying that he might not be able to return to the estate for the New Year.

Matriarch He sat in the low-profile and luxurious parlor of Qingyi Hall. Although she was dressed in a luxurious manner, she looked lonely.

The old matriarch was in a daze as she leaned against a large pillow. Her murky old eyes were fixed on the entrance of the parlor's curtains as if someone would lift the curtains in the next moment and happily call out to her.

Senior Servant Liu came in from the side room with a teacup. When she saw Matriarch like this, she sighed heavily in her heart.

Although there weren't many juniors in the estate in the past, at least Second Young Master and Third Young Master were still around. Coupled with the two young mistresses of the first branch, it was quite lively.

This year, however, the first branch was in a mess because of the concubine issue. Madam's health wasn't good and she couldn't get out of bed. She originally thought that if San Lang got a wife, they might have two more people for the New Year. Unfortunately, San Lang and his wife were still in the northern border!

Matriarch had obviously heard the commotion. She stroked her increasingly white hair. "Do you think I did something wrong? I shouldn't have let Lian 'er go to the northern border."

Senior Servant Liu couldn't let Matriarch blame herself like this. She had been very anxious recently, and her health wasn't as good as before.

She quickly comforted her. "Matriarch, what are you saying? News from the northern border is blocked, and we don't even know. Maybe Third Young Master and Third Young Mistress are preparing for the New Year in the northern border!"

Matriarch suddenly felt a bit guilty. "It's my fault. I didn't consider the whole situation."

While the master and servant were talking, Mu Xiang suddenly ran in frantically.

Senior Servant Liu's face darkened. "You look so flustered. You don't look like a head servant."

Mu Xiang paused and quickly hid the expression on her face.

"What's the matter? Speak!" Matriarch said.

Mu Xiang swallowed her saliva and stammered, "Lao Taijun, many aristocratic families in the capital have returned the New Year gifts that our fu sent back in their original state."