Bai Xiaowen: "???"
Zhen Mi's eyes sparkled, so moist they seemed ready to drip.
Bai Xiaowen finally understood and said, half amused and half exasperated, "What are you thinking? I'm perfectly healthy."
Zhen Mi said seriously, "Husband, they say one must not hide an illness for fear of treatment. If you are sick, you must seek treatment. There is nothing shameful about this sort of illness. Those imperial physicians would not dare gossip or talk nonsense."
Bai Xiaowen: "..."
As a fully functional man, being mistaken for having a hidden ailment—impotence, no less—and with no sign of being able to shake the blame... Could this be tolerated?
Bai Xiaowen had just been about to explain himself properly when he caught sight of the smile at the corner of Zhen Mi's lips. She was not particularly nervous, and everything immediately became clear to him.
"Goddess of the Luo, Goddess of the Luo... you really went to great lengths."
Bai Xiaowen swept Zhen Mi into his arms, lifted the crimson gauze curtains, and tossed her onto the ivory bed.
Zhen Mi blushed as though drunk and asked softly, "Husband, what are you doing?"
Bai Xiaowen leaned over her, looking down at her little face. "I suddenly feel that facts would be more convincing."
A moment of spring night was worth a thousand gold, and gold spent could always be earned again.
Bai Xiaowen and Zhen Mi bared themselves to each other, gaining a deep understanding of one another with nothing left concealed.
Bai Xiaowen's guess had been correct.
Zhen Mi had truly noticed that "Yuan Xi" had become someone else.
When exactly had she noticed?
It had been when Bai Xiaowen inherited Yuan Shao's legacy and firmly secured the position of Grand Marshal.
Yet Zhen Mi had not panicked like an