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

Yu Chen sat on his horse, his jaw clenched.

His hand rested on the knife strap, his fingers trembling slightly.

His lips were moving, but no one could hear what he was saying.

Upon hearing Qi Zexun's deliberate words, Su Wuli opened her mouth towards Yu Chen.

"You're not allowed to die." Her voice was hoarse. "Do you hear me? You're not allowed to die."

She paused, took a deep breath, and gasped for air like a drowning person surfacing.

He shouted with all his might, "If you die for me, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life."

Tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down to the corners of her mouth.

It tasted salty, mixed with the blood seeping from the cut on her lips, both salty and fishy.

"I will hate you, I will despise you, Yu Chen, do you hear me?"

After she shouted that, all her strength seemed to have been drained away.

As Su Wuli's words were transmitted, Yu Chen's hand slid off the sword belt.

His fingers were shaking violently.

His hands hung at his sides, his nails digging into his palms.

His eyes were fixed on her, fixed on the knife pressed against her neck.

His lips moved several times, his voice low like a sigh, "Ah Wu."

"three."

"Four."

Qi Zexun called out two numbers in a row.

Seeing Yu Chen's visibly affected movements, he chuckled, "Regent, whether your woman lives or dies depends on your hands."

Qi Zexun opened his mouth and raised the blade.

Su Wuli closed her eyes.

That's it, if we really can't escape it...

She waited relentlessly for that sharp pain.

One second, two seconds...

There was nothing there.

Suddenly, my feet slipped and I lost my footing.

The next second, Qi Zexun's hand missed its target.

His hand was still clasped around Su Wuli's shoulder.

At this moment, however, his fingers were curled up, and his fingertips touched his own armor.

He looked down in disbelief at his empty arms, then at his hands still raised in mid-air.

It's like trying to grasp a wisp of air.

Qi Zexun slowly and stiffly lowered his hand.

"Where is he?" His voice was very soft, as if he were asking someone else, or perhaps himself.

The guard stood by and watched all of this unfold, his face filled with astonishment.

"Your Highness... she... she's gone..." His voice trembled.

Qi Zexun was completely taken aback and did not respond.

He looked down at his hands, turned them over to look at his palms, and then turned them over to look at the back of his hands.

He looked at it over and over, as if trying to confirm whether someone had really been standing there.

He then raised his hand to his eyes, his fingers trembling slightly in the morning light.

"impossible."

He looked down at the snow at his feet, where there were two shallow footprints.

The obvious sign was the traces of where Su Wuli had just stood.

He stared at the two marks for a long time.

Then he slowly squatted down and reached out to touch one of the footprints.

How could a person just disappear into thin air?

impossible.

The Kitahara camp was in an uproar.

"Sorcery! This is sorcery!"

"That woman has disappeared, disappeared from His Highness's possession."

"She's a demoness. The Regent of Nanhuai is keeping a demoness by his side."

"All bewitching enchantresses look like this."

"Is he really a demon? He doesn't look like he has three heads and six arms."

"The Third Prince was just holding her captive, and in the blink of an eye she's gone. What else could this be but sorcery?"

"The people of Nanhuai are using sorcery; how can we possibly fight this battle?"

"Stop talking... Your Highness looks unwell..."

The Nanhuai army was in an uproar.

"Has Young Master Su disappeared?"

"If she's a fairy, then I'll say she's a fairy."

"Did you see that? It vanished into thin air from that Kitahara thief's hands."

"Heaven has intervened; the fairy has been taken back."

"It's not that we took it back, it's that we rescued it. How could we let the fairy be ruined?"

"No wonder she knows so much; we've never seen any of the things she brought before."

"No wonder the prince treasures her so much; she's a fairy, how could he not cherish her?"

"With the fairy protecting our prince, how could we possibly lose this battle?"

"Yes, even the heavens have sent a fairy to help us in Nanhuai. We will surely win this battle."

Yu Chen's horse lurched forward two steps.

The body leaned forward, the reins were pulled very tight.

The horse neighed.

He reined in the horse, and the horse took two steps in place.

Yu Chen's hands were trembling.

His breathing had just stopped.

It stopped the moment she closed her eyes, until she saw the figure disappear...

Qi Zexun stood up and looked at the dark figure in front of the Nanhuai formation.

He seemed about to say something again, just like before, but his lips moved and no sound came out.

The hostages are all gone.

He sheathed the dagger and turned to walk toward his horse.

He took two steps, then turned his head to look at the guard.

The guard was completely stunned.

"What are you standing there for?" He regulated his breathing. "Give the order to prepare for battle."

The guard paused for a moment, then quickly responded.

Yu Chen's chest suddenly swelled up.

He took a breath, as if trying to make up for all the breaths he had stopped taking.

My throat bobbed.

The blood in my body began to flow.

He looked down at his hand, still gripping the knife hilt, his knuckles white.

He then slowly loosened his fingers and sheathed the knife.

He raised his head and looked at the figure in the Kitahara formation.

He then wrapped the reins around his hand and sat up straight.

I drew the knife, and the blade gleamed briefly in the morning light.

"Issue the order: I want Qi Zexun captured alive." His voice was chilling.

"Yes," Shadow Falcon replied, turning its horse around and galloping away.

The bugle call of Nanhua sounded from behind.

Yu Chen rode off on his horse.

When the knife was drawn from its sheath, the blade scraped against the scabbard opening, making a sharp sound, like something alive being torn apart.

The entire Nanhuai army pressed forward, shields against shields, pushing forward.

The spear emerged from the gap in the shield.

Archers fired arrows from both flanks, the arrows obscuring half the sky.

Yu Chen rode at the very front, and the wind blew into the metal plates on his armor.

He didn't look to his left or right, nor did he wait for the line behind him.

The horse's head plunged straight into the banner of the central army in Kitahara.

A cavalryman from the northern plains charged forward, sword raised.

Yu Chen didn't stop; he plunged the knife into the man's ribs.

When it was pulled out, blood splattered on his breastplate.

Another infantryman thrust in from the side, but before his spear even reached his waist, his sword had already slashed across the man's neck.

The horse's hooves pounded on the snow, and the flying snowflakes quickly turned a blinding red.

Qi Zexun stood under the central military flag, holding a knife in his hand.

He watched as the figure in black rushed towards him.

He turned his head and called out to the guard beside him.

The guard rushed forward but was knocked off his horse by the Shadow Falcon from the side, and was dragged several steps away.

Qi Zexun turned his horse around, intending to retreat.

As soon as he turned around, Shadow Falcon and his men blocked his retreat.

The knife was held horizontally in front of the horse's head, and blood was still dripping from the blade.

Qi Zexun reined in his horse, which then trotted a few steps in place.

His face paled slightly; he had a cut on his shoulder.

Blood seeped out.

He looked down at the blood on his shoulder.

Looking up, Yu Chen's horse had already arrived.