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

Su Wuli huddled behind the box, her heart trembling.

My hair was left down because I didn't have time to tie it up.

A few strands of hair hung down beside her face, blown up by the wind and then falling back down.

She reached out and tried to push it up, but when she couldn't, she didn't bother with it anymore.

My body and nerves were on edge; it was completely different from the war scenes shown on TV.

The sounds of metal clashing and force piercing flesh seemed to be amplified countless times in her ears.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, and a biting wind whipped across her face.

The campfire flickered on her face.

One light, one shadow, cast her shadow on the box behind her.

Su Wuli gripped the dagger in her hand tightly, her gaze shifting anxiously back and forth.

My gaze drifted past the edge of the box, only to suddenly meet that of a man.

The other person's gaze pierced through the chaotic crowd and settled on her face.

The man was riding a horse, wearing silver-gray armor, and the firelight danced on his face.

He looks very young.

Just then, the corners of the other person's lips visibly turned up slightly.

Su Wuli froze there, then suddenly realized that the other person had noticed her, and quickly leaned down a little.

Qi Zexun saw her.

The firelight illuminated her features clearly.

Her eyes and brows showed panic.

Her lips were pursed, and her long, black hair seemed to glow in the night.

A few strands clung to the side of my face, blown up by the wind and then falling back down.

His clean face stood out starkly against the backdrop of a battlefield covered in blood and mud.

She shouldn't be here, but she is.

In an instant, he knew that this was the woman the scout had reported back to.

Qi Zexun rode his horse in from the west side of the camp, and the elite squad behind him had already torn open a gap.

He hadn't originally planned to go any deeper; this trip was just a probe.

Look at how thick the night defenses of the Nanhuai Army are, and look at how quickly that regent reacted.

Once you've tested the waters enough, retreat; don't linger in the fight.

But the woman in that corner was so fair she seemed to glow, her hair disheveled, huddled there like a flower blown by the wind into the snow.

Qi Zexun was immediately interested in her at first glance.

Take her back.

He could win over a beautiful woman and also shake the mind of the opposing commander.

Killing two birds with one stone.

His horse passed between two burning tents, the firelight illuminating his face and the corner of the room.

Qi Zexun turned his head and gestured to the deputy general behind him.

The lieutenant followed his gaze and nodded.

He then turned his horse around and led a few people toward that direction.

Qi Zexun rode his horse toward that corner, his boots on the stirrups, his body leaning slightly forward.

He didn't draw his sword, nor was there any need for him to.

The elite squad behind them had already flanked them from both sides.

Two soldiers raised their shields to block the knife coming from the left, while another soldier kicked over the wooden frame blocking the road.

Qi Zexun's horse stepped over the fragments of the wooden frame, getting closer and closer to that corner.

Feng Xi did not go far.

He stayed by the box, slashing down one charging Kitahara soldier with his knife, then another.

Blood splattered on his robes, it was impossible to tell whether it was from the enemy or his own.

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves behind him, he turned his head sharply.

I saw several dark figures approaching that corner.

He didn't have time to call for help. He slashed the horse's leg from the left with his knife, and the horse neighed and fell forward.

The man on horseback tumbled off and was stabbed in the ribs by him.

He pulled out the knife, and blood gushed from the wound.

Qi Zexun's horse was blocked, so he moved aside to let his deputy take over.

He then walked around the horse from its left side, bypassing the fallen carcass.

They bypassed the people who were fighting and went around to the other side of the box.

Qi Zexun dismounted and walked over from behind the box.

One hand rests on the hilt of the knife, with the thumb pushing open the handguard.

Su Wuli suddenly felt something approaching.

The firelight shone from the front, casting shadows from behind, with one shadow overlapping another within her own.

She swallowed hard and carefully turned her head away.

The man was standing between two boxes, less than three steps away from her.

The other person looked at her, their gaze moving from her face to her loose hair, and then back to her face.

A smile appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Su Wuli felt a chill run down her spine and instinctively gripped the dagger in her hand.

Despite the vast disparity in strength and martial prowess between himself and his opponent, he had absolutely no chance of winning.

Her heart was pounding, and the overwhelming smell of blood around her made it hard for her to breathe.

Qi Zexun took a step forward.

He then reached out and grabbed her wrist.

However, the movements were not fast; in fact, they were quite slow.

It's like trying to catch a butterfly that's landed on a flower branch, afraid of crushing its wings.

Just as his fingers were about to touch Su Wuli's sleeve, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed his wrist.

Feng Xi's knife was still stuck in the chest of the Beiyuan soldier on the left, and he hadn't had time to pull it out.

He grabbed Qi Zexun's wrist with his free hand.

Her fingers gripped him like iron hoops.

Qi Zexun turned his head to look at Feng Xi.

Feng Xi's face was covered in blood, and the hilt of the knife still stuck in the soldier's chest was stained with blood.

It's so slippery that you can't hold it.

However, Feng Xi did not let go, but held onto Qi Zexun's wrist and pushed him back a step.

Qi Zexun stumbled from the push, his boots slipping on the snow.

After regaining her balance, she looked down at the hand on her wrist, then looked up at Feng Xi.

He twitched the corners of his mouth upwards and suddenly smiled.

It was completely different from the laugh just now.

Feng Xi exerted his strength, and the knife was pulled out and slashed fiercely at Qi Zexun.

Qi Zexun grabbed Feng Xi's knife with his bare hands, gripped the blade with his five fingers, and twisted it to the side.

He turned Feng Xi's knife around so that the blade was facing outwards.

The hilt of the knife slid half an inch from Feng Xi's hand, and he suddenly gripped it tightly and pulled it back.

Qi Zexun did not let go; the back of the knife was embedded in his palm, and blood seeped out from between his fingers.

As if he didn't feel anything, he drew a short knife from his waist with his other hand and stabbed it towards Feng Xi's neck.

Feng Xi turned his head to dodge, and the short knife grazed his ear, severing a few strands of hair.

He then loosened his grip on the knife handle and took a step back.

Qi Zexun did not chase after him, but threw the knife he had taken on the ground.

He then gripped the short knife and advanced towards Feng Xi.