Rebirth of a Star General (Legend of the Female General)

Chapter 76: Qixi

A voice brought her thoughts back to the present, “Don’t know how to use it?”

She looked up, and the young man in a dark blue robe was already sitting on the stool beside her bed, taking the pot from her hand.

The mandarin duck pot concealed a secret mechanism; it could hold two types of wine, making it an essential tool for poisoning. He pulled out a piece of white cloth, poured a little, and then poured a little more. The liquid that flowed out first was the medicine, followed by the powder. There was also a small spoon embedded beside the pot handle. Xiao Jue removed the spoon and spread the ointment slowly.

As he focused on these actions, his long eyelashes drooped, and his profile was handsome and compelling. He carried a touch of the elegance of his youth, mesmerizing those who looked at him, making them forget whether this moment was in the Liangzhou Garrison or thousands of miles away at the Xianchang Academy.

While she was lost in thought, he had already applied the medicine onto the cloth and tossed it back to her. His tone was extremely cold, “Do it yourself.”

“Oh,” He Yan had already anticipated this, muttering quietly, “I didn’t expect you to help me anyway.”

He heard it, his gaze fixed on her with an almost mocking smile, “I don’t dare to hinder your purity.”

“It’s good that you know.” He Yan smiled, “But still, thank you, Commander. This medicine is so valuable.”

“The Garrison is short on medical supplies. Unless you want to die.” He said.

He Yan looked at him seriously, “You saved my life, after all. I didn’t expect the Commander to be so caring and considerate.”

Xiao Jue sneered, “Nonsense.” He stood up and left.

Seeing that he had indeed left, He Yan leaned against the head of the bed, sighing softly. Xiao Jue’s medicine was effective, cooling and soothing. The pain had alleviated quite a bit after applying it.

Looking at the pot, her thoughts drifted away.

On that snowy night when she was fourteen, Xiao Jue wasn’t as indifferent as he was now. At least, back then, when she had said, “I don’t know how to use it,” he not only helped her open the mandarin duck pot but also applied the ointment for her.

It was strange. The scene from back then had become so blurry, yet today, with Xiao Jue’s presence, those forgotten details unfolded before her eyes again, as if it had just happened, incredibly vivid.

Sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, the usually lazy and apathetic young man was uncharacteristically patient as he applied ointment for her. His eyes were mesmerizing, his profile so close that she could almost feel his warm breath. Shedding his previous sharpness, he exuded a gentle warmth that enveloped her cold and trembling heart.

Her mask concealed her expression, preventing him from seeing her emotions, and she couldn’t sense her own racing heartbeats back then.

It was rare for someone not to be moved by someone like him, especially when such a cold and indifferent person showed tenderness. Even someone with a heart of stone would be stirred. He Yan was young and lacked resistance, and in that fleeting moment, she was defenseless.

After applying the medicine, he left. He Yan called out softly to him, “Your medicine.”

“I’ve given it to you.” The young man’s casual reply carried a hint of scorn. “You’re so foolish. You’ll likely get injured many more times in the future. Keep it for yourself.”

His words came true, and later on, He Yan indeed faced countless injuries. The ointment from the mandarin duck pot had long been used up, and the pot itself was lost during a battle. It was quite regrettable.