The Empress Kneels in Her Palace to Admit Her Mistakes After Slaying Her Ways in the Female-Oriented

Wang Haichao walked extremely fast, almost leaving everyone behind. He arrived at the wounded soldiers' camp in two or three steps, and the moment he lifted the curtain, he saw the camp full of wounded soldiers.

Arms or legs may be broken, arrow wounds may be deep to the bone, or knives may sever the flesh and cause profuse bleeding, or wounds may become infected, leading to high fever and coma...

Most of them were groaning softly, drifting through the wounded soldiers' camp, echoing between heaven and earth, making people feel depressed and endlessly sad.

However, the atmosphere changed abruptly when the wounded soldiers saw Wang Haichao.

"Lord Garrison Commander, you... you've come to see us?"

"The garrison commander still remembers us."

"My lord, it is my honor to serve under you."

"Damn it, even for the sake of the garrison commander, we must fight to the death against that scoundrel Ren Tianye!"

"Yes, the garrison commander and his wife came to visit us one after another and applied medicine to our wounds. Our worthless lives are so valued by the garrison commander and his wife, we have no regrets even if we die."

"Yes, I would die without regret!"

……

The morale of the wounded soldiers quickly rose to another level.

After all, their pursuits are simple.

It's simply about providing sufficient military pay and ensuring they aren't bullied.

Now, with the appearance of Garrison Commander Wang Haichao, everyone has come to realize more clearly that this garrison commander is a good general who loves his soldiers like his own children.

What good is risking your life to follow a general like that?

Several people with well-developed tear ducts couldn't hold back their tears and they started to shed.

Wang Haichao nodded.

If it were in his usual style, he should have seized the opportunity to convey his unwavering faith and his care for these wounded soldiers.

However, this time the situation is different.

His wife, Tang Zhiyou, has come to the wounded soldiers' camp!

So, his gaze flashed and instantly fell on Madam Tang Zhiyou, who was dressed in plain clothes and holding white gauze in her hand, treating the wounds of a wounded soldier.

The wounded soldier's face was streaked with tears.

Wang Haichao's face was full of emotion.

He strode over and said softly, "Madam, what brings you here?"

Madam Tang Zhiyou immediately stood up, revealing a gentle and intellectual smile, and said softly, "Husband, there are wounded soldiers in the camp, and I happen to know some medical skills. How can I just sit and watch?"

"I came to treat the wounded soldiers without asking my husband's permission. I hope my husband will not be angry with me."

Upon hearing this, Wang Haichao's already tender heart melted into a pool of spring water, his inner emotion surging to its peak. He grabbed Tang Zhiyou's hands and said emotionally, "My lady, how could I possibly be angry with you?"

"I'm so grateful to you."

With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?

"I must have saved the world in my past life to be able to marry such a wonderful woman as you. I, I, I am truly blessed."

These words, full of tender affection, touched Tang Zhiyou's heart, making her feel sweet and tender. A gentle look appeared on Tang Zhiyou's face as she said, "Husband, being able to marry you is my greatest happiness."

Caught between the two, the wounded soldier, whose wounds were half-bandaged by Tang Zhiyou, was momentarily stunned.

The timid woman spoke up, "Um, Madam, Sir, my wound hasn't been bandaged yet."

Tang Haichao immediately said, "Wait a moment."

He held Tang Zhiyou's hand tightly, pulled her aside, his tenderness undiminished, and his heart overflowing with emotion. He said with a hint of annoyance, "My lady, we are a match made in heaven. We should grow old together and love each other for a lifetime."

"Alas, I am useless and cannot stop Ren Tianye's army. I fear that soon our camp will be trampled by Ren Tianye's iron hooves, and then our fate will be uncertain."

These words immediately stung Tang Zhiyou.

Tang Zhiyou's beautiful face changed, revealing a hint of pain. She said, "Husband, that scoundrel Ren Tianye is so powerful, do you really have to stop him?"

"Or, let's run away."

"If we run away, we won't be trampled by Ren Tianye's iron hooves."

Wang Haichao gave a bitter smile: "I am the garrison commander of Yunjing. How can I abandon the city and flee at a time like this? Besides, if I run away and end up in the countryside, how will I survive? Hunting?"

"No!" Tang Zhiyou's voice rose several octaves as she said, "Husband, if you're willing to leave, from now on, even if I have to slaughter a pig, I'll still support you."

Wang Haichao was even more moved, but still shook his head: "Yunjing has been kind to me. If I abandon the city and leave, wouldn't that be unrighteous and immoral? Besides, my father-in-law is still in Yunjing. If I leave, how can he possibly have a good ending?"

"I have made my decision; I swear to live and die with Qingfeng Post Station!"

These words were spoken with absolute certainty and great force.

This also affected Mrs. Tang Zhiyou.

Tang Zhiyou's gaze gradually hardened, and she said, "Husband, since that's the case, then Zhiyou will live and die with you!"

"To fight alongside my husband against the enemy!"

At that moment, Wang Haichao felt as if a heavy hammer had struck his heart, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Through the blur, the beauty before him became even more exquisite and captivating. The face that haunted his dreams every moment was now breathtakingly beautiful, a beauty that could topple kingdoms.

This made Wang Haichao almost unable to resist leaning forward.

Tang Zhiyou was also moved and closed her eyes, leaving only a pair of trembling eyelashes visible. However, her body involuntarily leaned forward.

Overwhelmed with emotion, the two finally kissed.

Beside him, a wounded soldier, already forced to bandage himself, was dumbfounded.

The other soldiers in the wounded soldiers' camp were also completely dumbfounded.

No, they kissed already?

We're still here!

We're still aching all over!

How did they end up kissing?

For a moment, the wounded soldiers' camp fell silent, with only the soft, gentle kissing sounds of Wang Haichao and Tang Zhiyou.

All the wounded sat in a row under the bewildered tree!

Wait, how come we're getting more and more carried away with kissing?

This is a wounded soldiers' camp!

We've lost arms and legs, and this is what we're shown?

"Military order: Everyone, line up quietly outside the camp."

A voice, neither too loud nor too soft, rang out.

The wounded soldiers turned their heads and saw that it was the deputy of the garrison commander Wang Haichao, who was also the postmaster of Qingfeng Post Station, quietly issuing military orders.

The postmaster's face was filled with...

An expression of helping others achieve their goals.

Can……

The wounded soldiers protested.

They all whispered, "Lord Postmaster, I'm still injured; my chest is bleeding."

"My lord, the knife has cut deep into my bone, and it hasn't been bandaged yet. I really, really can't move."

"My lord, his wound has become infected; he has a high fever and is unconscious. We cannot easily remove the blankets..."

……

The wounded soldiers, desperate for their lives, pleaded with the postmaster for mercy.

But faced with the postmaster's cold and stern gaze, his pleading voice grew softer and softer.

Alright, alright, let's go out and meet up.

Make room for the garrison commander and his wife.

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