CHAPTER 508: CHAPTER 433: YOU SEEM TO HAVE A FEVER

Dai Junliang was taken aback, not knowing why he suddenly asked this.

But he immediately said, "Since Fufeng’s water sources are relatively abundant, the official family doesn’t have wells. However, a few wealthy households in the city have dug several wells, probably seven or eight in total."

Yu Wenye asked, "With these combined, can they supply water for the city’s military and civilians?"

Dai Junliang immediately shook his head, "I’m afraid not. Especially since the General has come with tens of thousands of men this time, these few wells are likely insufficient."

"So, the city’s military and civilians still have to fetch water from the river outside the city?"

"Yes."

As Dai Junliang spoke, he became increasingly puzzled and looked towards Yu Wenye, "General, is this—"

Yu Wenye pondered again, then said, "From today onwards, all water fetching in the city will be handed over to the military personnel. Try not to let the civilians go out of the city." Saying this, he turned to Mu Xian and said, "I’ll leave this matter to you. If fetching river water, remember to go upstream."

"Yes."

Although Mu Xian agreed readily, his heart was as puzzled as Dai Junliang’s. He didn’t understand why Yu Wenye, despite discussing military matters, suddenly cared about the city’s military and civilians’ water supply. With Song Yu causing such a commotion just now, was he not concerned at all?

Cheng Qiao at the side couldn’t help but speak softly, "Great General, that Lord Song—"

Yu Wenye slowly stood up and said calmly, "Don’t bother with him. Starting today, reinforce Fufeng’s city defenses. Without my orders, don’t rashly engage in battle."

Everyone immediately replied, "Yes!"

After saying these words, Yu Wenye walked out.

Just as he reached the door of the assembly hall, the cool night breeze outside blew in, sweeping away the summer night’s heat. However, for some reason, Yu Wenye suddenly felt a rush of dizziness, quickly reaching out to steady himself against the doorframe.

Mu Xian promptly stepped forward, "General, what’s wrong?"

"..."

Yu Wenye furrowed his brows and shook his head again. There seemed to be nothing wrong, just that the wind felt unusually cold.

It might be because he was drenched in river water during the day and hadn’t had time to dry off yet.

He waved his hand, "It’s nothing, you all go do your tasks."

So, everyone could only follow orders and leave.

After leaving the assembly hall, Yu Wenye didn’t immediately return to his room to rest but had the attendants prepare hot water and bathing supplies for him. He took a refreshing bath, and by the time he changed into a comfortable long robe and returned to his room, it was nearly midnight.

He finally felt a bit tired.

Frankly speaking, he was never one to feel fatigued. In the past, he had marched day and night for several days and fought on the battlefield without feeling tired, but today— perhaps due to the intense battle with Xue Xian— he indeed felt slightly drained.

It’s time to rest properly.

Thinking this, he reached the door, pushing it open.

A gust of cool wind suddenly swept into the room from behind him, almost extinguishing the candle on the table, which had already dwindled to its last flickering flame.

In the wavering light, he immediately saw a slender and delicate figure, someone who made his heart soften every time he saw her, regardless of how hard he was outside. The girl was asleep on the bed.

A few strands of hair near her temples were blown by the wind across her cheeks.

She seemed to feel a bit itchy and rubbed her cheek against her arm, mumbling in her sleep.

Beside her hand was a bowl of thickly brewed medicine.

Earlier today, he saw Wo Xue preparing it.

Yu Wenye walked over, looked at her for a while, then bent down, not to wake her but to pick up the bowl and drink the murky, bitter medicine in one gulp. The bitter taste spread from the tip of his tongue to his throat, and into his heart, making him frown involuntarily.

Yet Yu Wenquan said nothing as he put the bowl down.

Then he squatted down again, his hands supporting her back and wrapping around her legs, gently lifting her up.

Shang Ruyi remained asleep, curled up like a sleeping cat in his embrace.

She murmured softly and continued to sleep.

Her little face was burrowed into his chest, her pout slightly pushed up, a contrast to her usual pretense of seriousness and quietness. This appearance carried a novel cuteness. Although already somewhat tired, Yu Wenye stood motionless at this moment, looking down at her small face.

After a while, he chuckled softly.

Then he lifted his head and walked forward.

But just as he was nearing the bedside, another wave of dizziness struck him, causing his hands to weaken, nearly letting Shang Ruyi fall.

He quickly tightened his grip, steadied her.

The jolt woke Shang Ruyi, who opened her eyes abruptly, looking somewhat dazed initially. She just stared at his handsome but slightly pale face before saying, "Feng Chen? You—"

Yu Wenye gently exhaled.

The dizziness had nearly made him fall to the ground, but thankfully he steadied himself, avoiding a fall with the person in his arms. He was also drenched in cold sweat, momentarily speechless.

Noticing his state, Shang Ruyi immediately sensed something, "What’s the matter? You don’t look well."

"...A bit dizzy."

"Dizzy? Are you unwell?!"

Shang Ruyi wanted to break free from his embrace, "I asked Wo Xue to brew medicine just—"

Yu Wenye frowned and held her tightly, saying heavily, "Stop fussing."

"..."

"I drank that medicine."

"Hm?"

Shang Ruyi paused, raising her head over his shoulder, indeed seeing the empty bowl on the table, finally feeling relieved as she looked back at him, "You came back so late, the medicine must’ve cooled. Just earlier when it was hot, I tasted a bit, and it was really bitter. Now cold, it would be more bitter."

Yu Wenye snorted lightly.

"Do you think everyone is like you, unable to handle bitterness?"

As he spoke, he carried her with large strides to the bedside. Though he teased, his hands were gentle, carefully lying her on the bed. He instantly felt some relief and quickly sat down on the bed’s edge.

For some reason, cold sweat still emerged on his forehead.

He instinctively raised his hand to wipe it with the back of his hand.

Could today’s battle have drained him so greatly, making even carrying this small girl feel somewhat exhausting? Besides, the recurring dizziness left him a bit unsettled.

What’s happening?

As Yu Wenye wiped his forehead, a small hand reached over from behind him and gently wiped across his forehead.

Yu Wenye immediately turned his head.

Seeing Shang Ruyi after wiping, she suddenly furrowed her brows, her hand returning to his face.

Then, Shang Ruyi’s expression grew somber.

"You seem to have a fever."