Shocking! The actress was dragged to the regent's bedchamber every night.

Their gazes lingered on her face, and she nervously gripped her sleeves.

However, she discovered that those people were only looking at the mask on her face, and their eyes were full of doubt.

There was no other meaning behind it.

After the group walked past, she heard someone whisper something behind her.

"Is that a mask on Young Master Su's face? I've never seen one like that before."

There was no malice intended.

Su Wuli paused, secretly relieved.

The tent flap of the wounded soldiers' camp was open, and she bent down and crawled inside.

The tent still smelled the same.

Dr. Sun was changing the dressing of a wounded soldier when he heard the noise and looked up.

Upon seeing the light blue cloth covering her face, he stopped what he was doing.

"Young Master Su, what's wrong?" He stood up and handed the bowl of medicine in his hand to the person next to him.

Su Wuli pulled her mask up a little. "It's nothing. I just caught a cold by accident and I'm wearing a mask so I don't infect others."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dr. Sun frowned, took half a step forward, and then stopped.

"Young Master Su is not feeling well, so there's no need for you to work hard today. We can manage."

Su Wuli shook her head. "It's alright, I can manage."

After saying that, she walked over and squatted down next to the wounded soldier.

The wound on the soldier's arm had scabbed over, but the edges were still a little red and swollen.

She kept her head down and moved with practiced ease.

I replaced it with a new piece of gauze and secured it with tape.

He stood up and immediately walked over to the next wounded soldier.

Dr. Sun glanced at her from the side but said nothing more.

He then squatted down and continued with his work.

Su Wuli treated several wounded soldiers in succession.

Her face under the mask was red from the steam, and the edge of the mask was pressing against the bridge of her nose, making it feel a little stuffy.

But it's alright.

He only stood up after bandaging the wound of the last wounded soldier.

Then he went to the basin and washed his hands clean.

Dr. Sun walked over from the side and handed her a clean handkerchief.

She took it and wiped her forehead, still managing a smile even through her mask, and said, "Thank you."

"Young Master Su, this is a cold—" Doctor Sun said.

Su Wuli shook her head, "It's okay, I took the medicine, I'll be fine tomorrow."

Dr. Sun looked at her and nodded.

As darkness fell, Su Wuli left the wounded soldiers' camp.

The cold wind outside hit her face, and she shivered.

She pulled the fur trim on the collar up to cover her chin.

Wearing a mask on your face actually helps to block the wind and keep you warm.

It gets a bit stuffy after wearing it for a long time.

She pulled her mask down to expose her nose and took a deep breath of the cold air.

He then pulled the mask back.

Over the next few days, Yu Chen became increasingly busy, always leaving early and returning late.

He was gone when I woke up in the morning, and he always returned late at night.

Every time Su Wuli came back, she would mutter a few words to herself, and then quickly fall asleep again.

She was also quite tired from helping out at the wounded soldiers' camp every day.

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She was awakened late that night by shouts of killing.

It was a cacophony of voices, surging in from all directions, making it impossible to tell which side was speaking.

Su Wuli suddenly opened her eyes.

It was dark inside the tent.

She turned her head and saw Yu Chen standing beside her, still wearing his outer robe.

Su Wuli was stunned for a moment. He was sleeping in this outfit... as if he had known all along that something would happen tonight.

She didn't know if Yu Chen had been sleeping like this the past few days when he came home late.

Another shout of battle came from outside, even closer than before.

Footsteps rushed past outside the tent, boots crunching and clattering on the snow.

Su Wuli sat up, clutching the corner of the blanket.

When Yu Chen opened his eyes, his pupils were already focused, without the drowsiness of someone who had just woken up; it was as if he had been waiting all along.

He sat up, picked up the armor from beside his pillow, and quickly put it on.

Su Wuli hadn't even had a chance to say anything yet.

Yu Chen then picked up a dagger from the low table and shoved it, sheath still attached, into her hand.

"Stay put, there are guards outside."

After saying that, he bent down, lifted the tent flap, and went out.

She gripped the dagger tightly in her hand.

She stared at the curtain for two seconds, then quickly pulled back the covers.

I pulled the outer robe off the screen and put it on, my fingers trembling involuntarily as I tied the sash.

It took two tries to tie it properly.

The sounds outside grew closer, including screams.

The sound of swords clashing, metal hitting metal, like blacksmithing.

Su Wuli gripped the dagger tightly, her nails digging into the leather texture of the scabbard, causing her palm to ache from the pressure.

She looked down at the dagger in her hand, as if clutching a lifeline.

Hearing someone running past outside the tent, her heart began to race uncontrollably.

The sound faded into the distance and was then drowned out by another burst of shouts of battle.

She stood in the middle of the tent, looking down at the dagger in her hand.

She held the dagger close to her chest, the coolness seeping through her clothes.

This startled her so much that she shuddered.

She didn't sit down; she just stood there and waited.

Without warning, something sharp suddenly pierced the canvas from the outside, tearing a hole in it.

The arrow shaft whistled as it struck the ground, its tail feathers still trembling.

Su Wuli looked down at the arrow.

As the arrow pierced through, her mind went completely blank.

My legs felt like they were filled with lead and I couldn't move them.

Just then, the curtain was lifted.

Feng Xi rushed in, grabbed her arm, and pulled her back. "Over here."

His voice was urgent, and his hands were very strong.

Su Wuli stumbled a couple of steps and almost tripped while being pulled along.

She was pulled out of the tent by Feng Xila.

The cold wind outside hit her face, and she squinted.

The snow was covered with footprints, hoofprints, and drag marks.

The snow was trampled into a gray-black mud, mixed with blood.

Blood was everywhere.

Some even turned into a thin, dark red ice.

Some of them were still fresh, and when they sank into the snow, they looked like red flowers blooming in the snow.

Several soldiers carried a person past her on a stretcher. The person on the stretcher had wounds on his legs and his trousers were soaked in blood.

The color deepened from the knees down, and it was still dripping from inside the boots.

I don't know if he's unconscious or dead.

Su Wuli stood there, watching the stretcher pass by her.

Blood droplets formed a line on the snow.

As she watched all this, her mind went blank, and terror washed over her.

Feng Xi pulled her towards the back of the tent.

Su Wuli was dragged along by him, and her steps faltered as she stepped into a pool of blood.

Her shoes slipped, and she stumbled, quickly grabbing the wooden crate next to her for support.

There was blood on the box, and it felt sticky when you rubbed your fingers on it.

Carrying warmth.

It hasn't completely cooled down yet.

Su Wuli hurriedly withdrew her hand and wiped it on her robe.

People were running around everywhere in the camp.

Some people are rushing forward, while others are retreating.

Firelight shone through the edge of the camp, burning something, and thick smoke was blown into the sky by the wind.

Another arrow flew overhead.

She didn't even hear a sound, only saw a dark shadow flash past her out of the corner of her eye and land on the tent behind her.

The canvas was torn open, and the wind rushed in, causing the tent to bulge.

Feng Xi pushed her into a corner made of several wooden crates.

The box contained something that was pressing against her back.

"Stay here, don't come out."

His voice was torn in half by the wind.

Before Su Wuli could respond, he had already rushed out with his knife.