This Is Too Much

Han Qiao didn't care about any of that.

She led Heng Yi to the main courtyard and ordered Duan Yue and the others to boil water and bring new clothes over. She also wanted to wipe the blood off his armor to see if it was loose and patch it up.

"How long will you be staying?" Han Qiao asked.

"Four hours."

Just four hours…

Han Qiao's heart was slightly bitter. She knew that he was putting his life on the line outside and also worrying about his family. If she showed any reluctance or sadness, he would probably be even more reluctant to leave home.

"Then hurry up and wash up. I'll get the kitchen to make some food for you to take away."

"Also, you have to take some of the medicinal herbs with you."

"Is everyone alright? Are you hurt?"

Han Qiao took a deep breath.

This was Heng Yi, her husband. How could she remain indifferent?

A sensible wife wouldn't ask anything.