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

Yu Chen turned around and glanced at Feng Xi, who immediately walked over and stood next to Su Wuli.

His back was straight, like a wooden stake driven into the ground.

Several lieutenants walked over at this moment, and the sound of armor clashing grew closer.

They stopped a few steps away and waited.

"You stay here and keep watch," Yu Chen said to Feng Xi.

"Yes."

Yu Chen then looked at Su Wuli, "The tent is set up, let's go in and rest."

Su Wuli opened her mouth as if to say that she didn't need Feng Xi, that she could rest by herself for a while.

But when he looked up, he saw the deputy generals standing not far away.

They shifted their gaze from her to Yu Chen, waiting for him to come over.

Su Wuli didn't want to waste time arguing with Yu Chen over such a trivial matter.

"Okay," she nodded in agreement.

Yu Chen glanced at her before turning away, relieved.

The deputy generals followed behind him.

Su Wuli sat on the grass, watching his back recede into the distance, and slowly exhaled.

My legs are still sore, and my inner thighs are burning.

She propped herself up with her hands behind her back, looked up at the sky. It was getting dark, with only a sliver of orange light remaining in the west.

The sun has set.

The soldiers set up the tents quickly, and a whole area was erected in no time.

The one in the very center was set up first, its canvas color appearing grayish-brown in the twilight.

Feng Xi walked over to a soldier who had just put down a wooden stake, moved a chair over, and placed it in front of Su Wuli.

The chair is made of wood and can be folded.

Su Wuli looked at the chair, then at Feng Xi.

She didn't understand why, even though the tent was already set up, he had brought over a chair for her to sit on.

Feng Xi didn't explain, but simply asked her to sit down first.

Su Wuli's legs were still weak when she stood up, so she slowly sat down while holding onto the armrests of the chair.

Feng Xi turned his head and glanced at the nearest soldier.

The soldier was bending over to carry firewood when Feng Xi saw him and quickly put down the firewood and came over.

The two men exchanged a glance, but the soldier didn't ask any questions.

Feng Xi only said one sentence, "Young Master Su, help him steady."

As soon as they finished speaking, one person lifted a chair on each side.

Su Wuli reflexively gripped the armrest, and was lifted off the grass along with the chair.

Passing by the soldiers who were setting up tents.

She was carried into the middle tent, ignoring the furtive glances that drifted over.

The canvas was lowered, blocking out the outside noise.

Feng Xi and the soldier retreated, their footsteps fading into the distance.

Su Wuli sat on the chair and glanced at the tent. The tent was not big. A layer of tarpaulin was laid on the ground, and a layer of felt was laid on top of the tarpaulin.

There is a low table in the middle.

There was no bed nearby, only a thin blanket spread on the felt.

She suddenly didn't want to move.

He slid right off the chair and lay down on the felt.

The felt was a bit stiff and pressed against her back.

She rolled over to lie on her side and then pulled the thin blanket over her legs.

Her legs were still sore, from her thighs all the way down to her knees, so sore that she didn't want to straighten them and just curled them up.

She then buried her face in her arms and closed her eyes.

There were people talking outside the tent, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. Their voices were very low, mixed with the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the canvas.

Listening to those sounds, my legs gradually stopped hurting.

She opened her eyes and stared at the low table legs, which were made of wood and unpainted.

After watching for a while, she buried her face in her arms again.

Yu Chen is still outside; it's unknown when he'll return.

There were people walking around outside the tent.

She curled up on the felt, listening to the footsteps and the sound of the wind blowing the canvas.

My consciousness slowly sank downwards.

…………

When Yu Chen lifted the curtain and walked in, he was carrying food in his hands.

He placed the food on the low table, turned around, and saw Su Wuli curled up on the felt.

She lay on her side with a thin blanket covering only her waist, her arm under her face.

Her hair was loose over her shoulders, and the wooden hairpin was crooked, hanging at the end of her hair, about to fall off.

Yu Chen walked over, squatted down, and pulled out the wooden hairpin. Her hair was completely spread out and laid on the felt.

He then reached out and brushed the stray hairs from her face, his fingertips touching her cheek.

Su Wuli moved slightly.

He bent down and picked her up.

Su Wuli shifted in his arms, nuzzling her face against his chest.

"You're back?" The voice was still hoarse from just waking up.

"Mm," he replied.

The chairs were the kind used for marching, and they weren't very comfortable to sit in.

Yu Chen pulled her closer to his chest and made her sit on his lap.

"I told you not to come along." His lips brushed against her ear. "Marching is hard work; you can't handle it."

Hearing this, Su Wuli turned her head to look at him, shook her head, and said, "Today is only the first day. You'll get used to it by tomorrow."

After saying that, he felt guilty and his voice grew softer and softer.

She didn't know if she would feel even worse tomorrow; her legs were still sore, and her inner thighs were burning.

I'll be riding all day tomorrow.

She suppressed the thought and didn't say it aloud.

"What's the point of getting used to this?" His voice wasn't loud, but his tone was stern.

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli paused for a moment, then looked up at him.

The man's brows were furrowed.

She suddenly remembered when she was learning to ride a horse.

At that time, she was even afraid to mount a horse, while he stood beside her, explaining the essentials in a cold and hard voice.

"When you first started teaching me, you were much fiercer than you are now," Su Wuli complained belatedly, her voice tinged with grievance.

Yu Chen chuckled and reached out to pinch her cheek.

Su Wuli raised her hand and gently slapped his hand away.

He pinched her again, saying, "A strict teacher produces outstanding students."

"As a top student, I don't want to embarrass my strict teacher while I'm out here," Su Wuli said, showing that she wasn't about to surrender right away.

"No one dares to say anything," he said in a deep voice.

Su Wuli shook her head, buried her face in his chest, and mumbled a sentence.

Yu Chen lowered his head to hear what she said.

"I don't want to be a burden to you."

His fingers moved away from her waist, cupped her chin, and lifted her face.

"I don't need your insistence by my side." His gaze fell on her face, and his fingertip gently rubbed her chin. "You are not a burden to me either."

After saying that, Yu Chen released her chin.

My gaze fell on the dishes on the low table; most of the heat had dissipated.

"Eat first." The tone left no room for negotiation.

"Oh." Su Wuli wriggled out of his arms and wanted to go down to eat.

However, the man's arm remained firmly around her waist.

She struggled twice but couldn't break free, so she looked up at him.

He looked at her, his gaze telling her there was no room for negotiation.

Then he said, "The chair is uncomfortable."