Chapter 337: and translation of title, then ===GLOSSARY=== with list of named entities appearing in these lines, using given glossary

Extra: The Ferocious Neighbor, Fifty-six

As for the matter of menstruation, it seemed like it wasn't a big deal, but for women it was quite another matter. Although Imperial Physician Zhou was a man, after all he was a healer, so even talking about such things caused him no pressure; stroking his beard, squinting his eyes, swaying leisurely, he said it all. Yet upon hearing this, Yin Fengxuan froze.

Obviously, Yin Fengxuan had been listening seriously, but he really didn't understand. Meanwhile, the little maid Chun'er beside him, being younger, already had her cheeks flushed and lowered her head slightly.

"Er... that is to say, my wife... is alright?"

"Staring straight at the Imperial Physician Zhou before him, Yin Fengxuan asked in a dazed manner. Upon hearing this, Imperial Physician Zhou first nodded, then shook his head, and then repeated what he had just said… Unfortunately, just then, before Imperial Physician Zhou could finish speaking, Yin Fengxuan suddenly widened his eyes."

"What the hell, nothing wrong? Can nothing wrong hurt this much? Still saying nothing's wrong? You believe it or not, if you say it again I'll beat you up directly—I…"

Yin Fengxuan was truly angry. If it weren't for the fact that he was still holding Jin Jingwen in his arms, he would have jumped up and started fighting.

Yin Fengxuan was quite a character. Not to mention the whole manor, even in the entire Dongling, the only one who could keep him in check was Yin Fengzhan. So seeing that Yin Fengxuan was about to kick up a fuss, no one nearby dared to intervene… In the end, Jin Jingwen, unable to bear it, furrowed her brows and then tugged at Yin Fengxuan's sleeve.

"Alright, stop shouting…"

Jin Jingwen's words were weak and feeble, but once spoken, the previously thunderous Yin Fengxuan immediately shut his mouth and hastily lowered his head.

"What's wrong? Still hurting?"

Yin Fengxuan's concern showed on his face; his whole visage was scrunched up, the more tense he was, the more tense he looked. Seeing this, Jin Jingwen suddenly didn't know what to say, merely shaking her head slightly and then slowly closing her eyes.

Jin Jingwen was worn out from the pain, even lacking the strength to speak again. Seeing Jin Jingwen close her eyes, Yin Fengxuan dared not continue shouting and jerking his neck; he had Chun'er come over to change Jin Jingwen into clean clothes, then rose and hauled the Imperial Physician Zhou out!

And that Imperial Physician Zhou was a tough sort; even being hauled out, he remained unhurried. Afterwards, Yin Fengxuan indeed did nothing to Zhou, but instead chased after him, insisting he explain things clearly.

Yin Fengxuan wasn't completely clueless about women; he certainly knew about menstruation. It was just that Imperial Physician Zhou's earlier explanation had been too academic and professional, and Yin Fengxuan was already anxious, so he had heard but not understood. Now, chasing after Zhou and asking again, Yin Fengxuan finally grasped it.

Instantly, Yin Fengxuan almost reflexively let out a sigh of relief. But then he grew tense again, and promptly grabbed Zhou's collar, pressing him with an anxious question.

"What now? Even if I don't care about my life, it hurts this badly… No way! Old man, you gotta think of a solution for me!"

Yin Fengxuan began to act like a rascal, which was no ordinary unreasonableness. Fortunately, Imperial Physician Zhou had a mild temperament and an equally mild disposition, so even as Yin Fengxuan grabbed his collar and shouted and yelled, Zhou remained unperturbed, merely moving his neck to catch his breath, then continuing to speak in his usual unhurried manner.

"Your Highness, please don't get agitated; first listen as I speak slowly…"

"Huh? Speak slowly? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"Then it still has to be said slowly…"

Yin Fengxuan ultimately couldn't really strangle Imperial Physician Zhou to death right away, but afterward he managed to figure things out through a mix of coercion and bluster, and then he asked about the details in detail before finally letting Zhou go.

Then Yin Fengxuan wasn't idle either. As soon as Imperial Physician Zhou left, Yin Fengxuan hurriedly, according to Zhou's instructions, had servants go decoct medicine while also having people prepare a brazier, hot water, and towels.

By then it was past midnight, yet the room was brightly lit. Jin Jingwen, under Chun'er and a few maids' attendants, had changed into clean clothes and incidentally placed a hot water bottle under the blankets. Just then Yin Fengxuan entered; seeing Chun'er holding a hot water bottle, his already tense face stretched even longer.

"How come you only made one? Is one enough? You girl, do you have any brains or not? … Alright, alright, alright, hurry out and make a few more! Tsk, what are you standing there for? Go!"

Yin Fengxuan now resembled a hot-tempered fire-spitting dragon. And being scolded by him, the naturally timid Chun'er was instantly startled, her eyes welling up, and she hurriedly turned and ran.

Jin Jingwen lay eyes closed on the *bed* but wasn't asleep. Yin Fengxuan's irate shouting reached her ears; she was so annoyed she wanted to jump up and kick him, yet for some unknown reason a strange warmth welled up in her heart.

So Jin Jingwen remained silent, her brows slightly furrowed from the pain, yet she still lifted her eyes and glanced at Yin Fengxuan as if casually. Just then, Yin Fengxuan had chased off Chun'er, turned and came over; in an instant their eyes met—his meeting her widened gaze—and he hurriedly walked over.

"How are you, my wife? Still hurting?"

Yin Fengxuan spoke somewhat incoherently, his brows furrowing tighter as he spoke; seeing this, Jin Jingwen shook her head slightly and whispered weakly.

"I'm fine…"

Jin Jingwen had always been strong. At this moment her stomach still ached enough to make her want to bang her head against the wall, but upon seeing Yin Fengxuan's tense expression she gritted her teeth and endured, even after speaking she comforted him by slightly lifting the corner of her mouth.

Jin Jingwen pretended to be at ease. But she didn't realize that at this moment her face was deathly pale, her brows never having relaxed, and she had already given herself away!

As a result, even without speaking, Jin Jingwen's silence made Yin Fengxuan feel utterly distressed; he immediately stepped forward, sat sideways on the *side*, and reached out to pull the blanket over her.

Born into the imperial household, Yin Fengxuan had never done any servant's work since birth. Now he was anxious inside but didn't know what to do; just then Chun'er came over with a few prepared hot water bottles, and Yin Fengxuan instantly reached out and took them.

"Alright, get out, get out, just looking at you annoys me!"

Because of Jin Jingwen, Yin Fengxuan had no particular fondness for Chun'er; as soon as he took the items, he hurried to shoo her out. Chun'er's eyes were brimming with tears, wanting to cry but daring not to; she handed over the things and left immediately.

……

In a moment, only Jin Jingwen and Yin Fengxuan remained in the room. Thereafter Yin Fengxuan shoved the hot water bottle in his hand into Jin Jingwen's blankets. Although Jin Jingwen hadn't intended to speak, seeing Yin Fengxuan stuffing them in one after another, she finally couldn't hold back.

"Alright, enough! You've put in too many…"

Hot water bottles are for winter nights; normally you'd put just one or two, but now Yin Fengxuan had actually stuffed in as many as five or six, and his hands hadn't stopped—if this kept up, wouldn't he end up baking himself?

But at that moment, hearing Jin Jingwen's words, Yin Fengxuan couldn't help but stare for a moment, then lifted his gaze to her.

"Huh? Too many? Not really!"

"Too many…"

Jin Jingwen was somewhat weak and listless, then she pursed her slightly dry lips.

"One or two is enough; otherwise it'll get too hot."

"Er… hot? But that Mr. Zhou said we shouldn't get cold, and with the weather this chilly, that's why I put in these few…"

Yin Fengxuan felt somewhat puzzled, yet he kept arguing fluently, which left Jin Jingwen feeling both helpless and annoyed; she promptly lifted her head and glared at him.

"Will you listen to me, or to him?"

Jin Jingwen played her trump card! Instantly, Yin Fengxuan fell silent. Afterwards, Jin Jingwen forced him to take out two more, and only then did she feel a bit better.

But after all that fuss, her belly, which had felt a bit better, started hurting again. Yet Jin Jingwen endured it, and fearing that Yin Fengxuan would notice, she turned her body inward, facing away from the outside.

Yin Fengxuan may not be bright, but he wasn't truly stupid. Seeing this, how could he not realize what was going on?! In an instant he became frantic. Fortunately, before long a maid brought in the decocted medicine; Yin Fengxuan hurriedly received it, then swept Jin Jingwen into his arms and had her lean against him.

Yin Fengxuan personally fed Jin Jingwen the medicine. She had intended to refuse, but in the end she said nothing.

……

Yin Fengxuan's movements were clumsy; sometimes he would spill the medicine from the spoon, but his demeanor was focused and earnest—so earnest that even the usually irate Jin Jingwen ended up not scolding him at all.

……

The room had a brazier, the blankets held several hot water bottles, and after taking the medicine, Jin Jingwen finally felt considerably more comfortable.

Lying lazily, Jin Jingwen then thought of Yin Fengxuan beside her and wanted him to rest first. After all, Yin Fengxuan was no longer the idle playboy of old; as a junior minister of the Directorate of Astronomy, he naturally had plenty of duties. Moreover, with the year's end approaching, today he had likely returned only after midnight's labors, and tomorrow he still had to attend court—if he didn't rest now, he wouldn't make it to dawn.

Thinking thus, Jin Jingwen felt a certain inexpressible emotion and satisfaction. But just then, before she could speak, Yin Fengxuan, who had just risen to place the medicine bowl aside, actually sat back down……

Then Yin Fengxuan, sitting on the *side*, blanked out for a moment, but shortly after his eyes suddenly brightened, and then his face instantly flushed.

Huh? What's this? Why is your face red for no reason?

For a moment, Jin Jingwen felt puzzled, and she gave Yin Fengxuan another glance. Being looked at by Jin Jingwen like that, Yin Fengxuan's expression grew increasingly uneasy, but then he unconsciously shifted his body toward her.

Yin Fengxuan's movements struck Jin Jingwen as increasingly odd. Before she could figure out what was happening, she saw him suddenly reach out, lift the blanket, and place it over her stomach……

In that instant, Jin Jingwen's first reaction was to raise her hand and slap Yin Fengxuan!

Even then, though she felt unwell, tormented to the point of near death, she still reflexively lifted her hand…… But just then, as Jin Jingwen made a move, she suddenly felt the hand already resting on her stomach gently kneading!

At once, Jin Jingwen spaced out for a moment, but she immediately came to. Then her face went 'peng'—reddening instantly!

……

If it had been a few months ago, if Yin Fengxuan dared to do this, without a second thought Jin Jingwen would unhesitatingly slap him to death!

But now, for some unknown reason, Jin Jingwen only felt a sense of embarrassed discomfort all over, and even the hand she had raised froze instantly—neither striking nor not striking!

Because Yin Fengxuan's concern was so obvious, so obvious that it made Jin Jingwen feel her heart flutter and be at a loss! Moreover, her face instinctively began to burn hot!

But merely being shy and at a loss was ultimately not Jin Jingwen's nature. So, after only a moment of embarrassment, she still slightly shifted her body and then whispered

"All right, all right, no need for this—I'm fine now……"

Saying that, Jin Jingwen shifted further inside the *couch, especially trying to dodge that big hand on her stomach…… But as soon as she moved, Yin Fengxuan grabbed her and held her down.

"What's good about it? Look at your face—it's still pale……"

Yin Fengxuan's words had started out confident and justified, but midway, upon meeting Jin Jingwen's gaze, they faltered. Still, he pressed his lips together and then spoke softly, as if explaining

"Moreover, Old Man Zhou also said that you won't get better anytime soon, you need more recuperation, there's no quick fix for the pain, so this is all we can do—it's good, it'll make you more comfortable……"

Yin Fengxuan spoke softer and softer. Upon hearing him, Jin Jingwen remained silent for a long while, until so long that Yin Fengxuan thought she was about to burst out in anger at him—yet all he saw was her lightly pressing her lips and letting out a soft 'hng'.

Morning sunlight streamed through the window lattice, pouring into the room and spreading a sheet of gold.

Lying on the *couch, Jin Jingwen, when the time came, habitually opened her eyes…… Instantly, the room's warm yellow made her reflexively squint.

Just waking up, Jin Jingwen was still a bit dazed. But after a moment, she immediately recalled everything from last night, and almost reflexively turned her head—then she saw a handsome face right before her.

It was Yin Fengxuan!

For a moment, Jin Jingwen stared blankly, then, feeling somewhat uneasy, she averted her gaze; her mind involuntarily recalled everything from last night, and that familiar flutter of her heart surged up again.

Jin Jingwen's face was slightly red, and with just a slight movement she instantly felt that hand, placed on her stomach under the blanket!

That hand was somewhat large, through the *, carrying a warm heat……

Jin Jingwen felt her heartbeat suddenly accelerate at that moment, so she slightly closed her eyes to calm herself, and then she sat up.

And perhaps because the preparations she'd made later last night really worked, at least now Jin Jingwen felt much better. Her stomach was still a bit uncomfortable, but it no longer hurt! So after sitting up, she reached out to move Yin Fengxuan's big hand away, turned her head to look at him again, and discovered he was still asleep.

"……"

Jin Jingwen didn't know what to do. She instinctively wanted to let Yin Fengxuan sleep a little longer, after all he'd been worn out last night—she herself had fallen asleep in a daze, while he was still awake…… But if she didn't wake him, the morning court audience would be fine, yet what about the Taifu Temple?

Yin Fengxuan is now the chief of the Taipu Temple; it's year‑end, work is piling up, and he only came back late last night. If he were to skip the yamen for no reason, no one might say anything, but he'd feel dissatisfied inside, and in the end the hard‑earned reputation he'd managed to keep would come to nothing.

Thinking this, Jin Jingwen couldn't help but sigh, then reached out and patted Yin Fengxuan

Once—no reaction.

Again—still no reaction.

"……"

Jin Jingwen was speechless. She immediately shoved her hand forward and slapped Yin Fengxuan hard! This time he finally woke up, startled, his eyes snapping open to see Jin Jingwen, and he reflexively cried out

"……Wife?"

Obviously, he was half‑asleep! But then, recalling that he too had been worn out *taking care of me last night, his heart flared with anger yet also a twinge of feeling. Still, Jin Jingwen put on a mock‑angry little face and scolded

"What wife? Take a good look—what time is it? The morning court audience is almost over, and you're still asleep?! Hurry up, get yourself together, and rush to the yamen!"

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