Chapter 410

"She... is fine, she just vomited for a long time yesterday and couldn't eat anything, and she's still resting now." Kang Zhi Chun walked into the room, her face somewhat pale.

Those who can't eat food, how could it be only Kang Ziwei?

"You guys..."

Jiang Yunchu raised her head and looked at her, then shook her head, "Still have to practice."

Just insects, and it's already like this; if the enemy directly throws insects, just call it quits, no need to fight.

Kang Zhi Chun's face was somewhat flushed; she also wanted to restrain herself, but she just couldn't help it—these are physiological.

"Yun chu, how are you?"

Jiang Fengsheng walked in from outside, saw the girl sitting beside the table, finally breathed a sigh of relief; yesterday her face was pale, which startled her, her body temperature was too low, and she had no internal energy at all.

"It's fine, the internal energy is exhausted; I'm afraid it will take some time to recover." Actually it didn't hurt the foundation, just the internal energy exhausted, the meridians have some splitting pain, but everything can be endured.

"Can you walk? General Jiang wants to see you." Jiang Fengsheng's eyes were bright, his heart full of gratitude.

If Yun chu hadn't insisted on coming along this time, her father would probably be dead.

The military doctors here can't help, and the imperial physicians sent by His Majesty can't either; even if she had come to Xijiang, she would be helpless.

"Good."

Jiang Yunchu nodded, was about to walk out, when Kang Zhi Chun brought over a cloak, "Ning……"

Before she could finish her words, Jiang Yunchu nodded, "Elder Ning said, don't catch a chill."

Kang Zhi Chun smiled, "Right!"

Jiang Yunchu helplessly spread her hands at her second aunt, "I don't know whether I'm the elder or he is the elder now—each sentence an admonition; which young lady could bear that in the future?"

Jiang Fengsheng saw her appearance, "You, child, so well-behaved—be content."

She thought of the young boy yesterday, his face full of worry, looking like he wanted to lash out but not knowing at whom, so he just wore a grim face, urging this and that, telling every conceivable thing over and over.

Even she had been given two admonitions by that child.

This shows how uneasy he feels about his mother.

"Content." Jiang Yunchu straightened her face, firmly nodded, "Not even bothering to see whose son he is!"

That proud look was as if she were his own birth mother.

"Let's go." Watching Jiang Yunchu's steps—light one moment, heavy the next—Jiang Fengsheng felt a bit worried.

Yun chu always does this—reports good news, not bad—really, is there nothing wrong?

"Yun chu." General Jiang, though not wearing armor at the moment, was already fully dressed and sat solemnly before the table.

"General Jiang, you needn't be so formal." Jiang Yunchu smiled and walked into the room.

"Old subject, pays respects to the Princess Consort, Princess Consort……"

Jiang Yunchu had just sat down when General Jiang rose, clasped his fists in both hands, and performed the military salute.

"General, why go to such trouble?" She felt somewhat helpless; asking her to support someone, frankly, she couldn't even do that now.

Head heavy, feet light—that's her current state; at the same time she knows General Jiang's condition is no better.

Jiang Fengsheng walked over, supported General Jiang, and had him sit to one side.

"Fengsheng, take Zhi Chun out." The old general looked at his daughter and said.

"General, is there anything I shouldn't hear?"

Jiang Fengsheng glanced at Jiang Yunchu, then at the old general.

The old general thought for a moment, sighed, "You go out first; come back in half an hour."

It seems there really is something they shouldn't hear.

Jiang Fengsheng took Kang Zhi Chun out; now only the old and the young remain in the big tent.

"General Jiang, speak freely if you have something to say." Jiang Yunchu looked at this situation, also somewhat puzzled; shouldn't military matters be discussed with the second aunt?

"Princess Consort, your inner strength is quite special."

The first sentence General Jiang spoke made Jiang Yunchu's heartbeat quicken a step, but it soon returned to normal.

"General, you're joking—inner strength isn't always like that?"

General Jiang smiled, looked at Jiang Yunchu, "I mean no harm; I'm just reminding you to use as little inner strength as possible when healing wounds, because your inner strength is very special."

Although he had been unconscious all along, he still retained awareness—roughly knowing his own condition, how many days he could endure.

When Yun chu's inner strength entered his body, his own inner strength instinctively resisted, but only for a moment; then his inner strength seemed to have found a delicacy, rushing forward one after another, fearing to be late by even a fraction.

Even he, the master of that inner strength, could not control it at that moment—a frightening thing.

On the Xijiang battlefield, getting wounded is common, and blocked meridians from inner strength often occur; there is a military doctor in the camp who specializes in inner-strength treatment, but when his inner strength enters the body, such a situation never arises.

This can only mean one thing: Yun chu's inner strength is truly exceptionally special.

"Good." Jiang Yunchu didn't argue; having come to this point, she also knew General Jiang meant well, and this was her first time using inner strength to heal, which was unexpected.

From now on, she will pay special attention to this; she will not move her inner strength unless absolutely necessary.

"Finished talking?" At that moment, Jiang Fengsheng walked in from outside, glanced at the expression of the person who had brought someone, but couldn't see anything.

"Only you and Vice General Li need to know that I've awakened; no one else should." The guards outside are General Jiang's personal guards—orphans raised by him since childhood, taught martial arts, kept close; they are trustworthy, but he himself doesn't know when he was poisoned.

Jiang Fengsheng stared, "Is there a traitor?"

The Jiang family army has always been united; even when her father was poisoned, she never suspected a traitor, thinking the people of Xijiang were deceitful.

But looking at her father's complexion, it wasn't that.

"People's hearts change easily." Kang Zhi Chun smiled, saying her first words, which was rare.

General Jiang's gaze turned to Kang Zhi Chun, the girl who always smiled, appearing harmless and posing no threat.

But a single sentence represents this girl's understanding.

"Oh? Zhi Chun, speak." General Jiang gave a light cough twice, and Jiang Fengsheng adjusted the blanket draped over him.

Kang Zhi Chun made a slight bow, "The Jiang family army has served for many years, following three emperors."

In the toughest times, everyone of the Jiang Family Army dug up tree roots, gnawed bark, boiled a handful of chaff with tree roots to make a pot—one pot for a hundred people—and they got through that period as well.

Sharing hardship is easy; wealth and honor are hard.

At that time, the Jiang Family ate and lived together with everyone, sharing hardships with everyone.

Now? The Jiang Family are generals, drawing stipends from the imperial court, holding the rank of First-rank General; when a Jiang Family daughter marries, that's the later days of a general's family.

And them?

The little girl had one arm behind her back, her eyebrows and eyes curved; despite such cold words, her voice remained gentle, as if there were no emotional fluctuation, as if nothing could unsettle her composure.