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

Feng Xi picked up a knife dropped by a Beiyuan soldier from the ground; the blade was shorter than his own.

He blocked it, but Qi Zexun's short sword struck the back of his blade.

Feng Xi was so shocked that she took half a step back, her wrist going numb.

Qi Zexun slashed again, and Feng Xi's sword was knocked out of his hand.

The knife flew out and landed on the ground, embedding itself in the snow.

Qi Zexun pressed his advantage, thrusting his short sword toward Feng Xi's chest.

Feng Xi turned to the side, the tip of the knife slicing through his robe and leaving a gash under his ribs.

He elbowed Qi Zexun in the face, but Qi Zexun tilted his head back to avoid it.

They took a step back, then immediately pressed forward again.

Feng Xi drew his dagger from his waist; daggers are only suitable for close combat.

He gripped the dagger and slashed it towards Qi Zexun's throat.

Qi Zexun blocked with his short knife, the tip of the dagger grazing the back of his hand, leaving a shallow cut.

Qi Zexun looked down at the bleeding cut on the back of his hand.

Then she looked up at Feng Xi, her smile widening.

They seemed to find it interesting.

He forced Feng Xi back with his short sword, took a step forward, and thrust the tip of the sword towards Feng Xi's abdomen.

Su Wuli squatted there watching the two people fighting fiercely in front of her. Seeing Feng Xi losing ground, her heart sank.

However, she couldn't help at all, and going out might only cause trouble for Feng Xi.

She looked around anxiously, hoping someone would come to help Feng Xi.

Feng Xi parried with his dagger, but the force of the short knife was so great that the dagger was pressed against his abdomen.

The knife tip pierced his clothes and poked into his skin.

Feng Xi gritted his teeth and pushed the dagger upwards,

He pushed the dagger away from his abdomen.

Qi Zexun was stronger than him, and he couldn't push him anymore.

Suddenly, a long sword slashed down from behind Qi Zexun.

The blade pierced the air.

Qi Zexun didn't turn around, but stepped aside to avoid it.

The blade grazed his shoulder armor, leaving a white mark on the metal.

He took two steps back and looked up.

Yu Chen stood in front of him, his long sword held horizontally in front of him.

The blade was still stained with blood.

Qi Zexun looked at Yu Chen, and Yu Chen looked at him.

"The Regent of Nanhuai," Qi Zexun read the title aloud.

The voice was not loud.

He was still holding the short knife in his hand, the tip pointing downwards.

Blood trickled down the blade and dripped onto the snow.

He glanced at Su Wuli, who was huddled behind the box.

With just a glance, he sheathed his dagger back at his waist, mounted his horse, and swung it over.

The boots went into the stirrups, and the body leaned forward.

His lieutenant behind him blew a horn, the sharp sound tearing through the night.

The soldiers in Kitahara began to retreat.

Yu Chen did not pursue.

He stood there, watching Qi Zexun's horse gallop across the edge of the camp.

The horses' hooves kicked up crimson snow.

Yu Chen planted his long sword in the snow.

Su Wuli crouched behind the box, gripping the dagger in both hands.

Her hair was loose and hung down the side of her face, covering half of it.

Yu Chen walked over and took the dagger from her hand.

Su Wuli was gripping it too tightly; he tried to pull it out but couldn't.

She gripped the scabbard even tighter.

Yu Chen took her hand and pried her fingers apart one by one.

The scabbard slipped from her palm and landed on the ground with a dull thud.

Yu Chen reached out and pulled her up from the ground.

Su Wuli came to her senses and stood up.

My legs went weak, and my knees buckled uncontrollably.

Yu Chen held her arm and helped her lean against him.

Su Wuli's face was pressed against his armor, and the smell of blood seeped out from the armor.

She buried her face in his chest and could vaguely hear his heartbeat through the armor, which finally relaxed her tense nerves a little.

"Feng Xi." Yu Chen turned his head.

Feng Xi walked over from the side, his robes now stained with even more blood.

He still held the dagger in his hand. "Your Highness."

"Bandage the wound and lead the team to clean up the scene."

"Yes," Feng Xi replied, then turned and left.

Yu Chen looked down at her and reached out to tuck the stray hairs from her face behind her ear.

"Let's go." Yu Chen reached out and put his arm around her waist, leading her forward.

She took a step, but her legs were too weak to support her body.

I gritted my teeth and took the second step, my legs trembling.

She looked down at her toes.

Suddenly, she felt utterly useless. She should have known this day would come the moment she decided to follow him.

She thought she was ready.

But when you actually hear the fighting and screams in those battles...

I was so scared that my heart was trembling.

Just as she was cursing herself inwardly, Yu Chen suddenly bent down and picked her up.

Su Wuli raised her hand and grabbed his neck.

He carried her forward.

The soldiers' stretcher passed by her, and then by a corpse.

Wearing the armor of Kitahara, he lay face down in the snow.

Blood seeped from beneath him, turning the snow a dark red.

Su Wuli kept her eyes open, forgetting to close them, and became more and more frightened the more she looked.

A large hand from behind covered the back of her head, pressing her head into his chest.

"Don't look."

My face was pressed against his neck, and I couldn't see anything.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Yu Chen carried her and walked quickly back.

Even after the curtains were drawn, Su Wuli still buried her face in his neck and refused to look up.

Yu Chen took off her outer robe and bent down to place her on the bed.

Su Wuli huddled under the covers, curling herself up into a ball.

He squatted down and reached out to ruffle her hair.

Su Wuli had her eyes closed, her eyelashes still trembling.

The large hand moved away from her forehead, then she stood up and turned around, the sound of armor clashing softly.

Hearing the sound, Su Wuli subconsciously opened her eyes and looked at his back.

Then Yu Chen took off his armor.

He then walked back and sat down next to her. Su Wuli subconsciously raised her head and rested it on the man's lap, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Go ahead and do your work... I can manage on my own."

Yu Chen looked down at the person lying on his lap.

Su Wuli, having not received a reply, slightly raised her head.

His eyes were bloodshot, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

I haven't been sleeping well these past few days.

Su Wuli reached out and pushed his waist and abdomen to assure him, "I really can."

Yu Chen still didn't move.

Su Wuli couldn't help but push her again.

Yu Chen looked at the girl who was still hugging his waist and reached out to rub her head.

I didn't tease her.

"I don't want to be a burden," Su Wuli said in a deep voice.

"I did not say that you were."

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli rolled over and got off his lap, pulling the blanket up to cover herself, leaving only her eyes exposed.

"The wounded soldiers' camp must be very busy, I'll go help." Her voice was muffled under the covers.

Thinking that this way he wouldn't have to stay with her.

"No." His words left no room for negotiation.

She paused for a moment, then peeked out from under the covers, looking at him with a hesitant expression.

She then turned her face to the side, refusing to look at him.

"I'm going out to attend to something," he said, his voice lowering slightly.