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

The sound of horses neighing and hurried footsteps could be heard outside.

Su Wuli quickly lifted the tent flap and ran out.

A cold wind carrying snowflakes lashed her face, causing her to squint.

The camp gates were wide open, and a troop of cavalry was pouring in from outside.

White steam rose from the horse's body, and ice crystals formed on its mane.

Many soldiers were wounded; some lay on horseback, while others were carried on makeshift stretchers.

As they passed by her, blood fell onto the snow and bloomed into dark red flowers.

Yu Chen rode in on horseback, his armor covered in blood.

The liquid flowed down from the shoulder armor, spreading along the lines of the breastplate and turning the black metal plate a dark red.

There was blood on his face.

A glaring crimson color flowed down from his forehead, across his brow bone, and solidified on his cheekbone.

Su Wuli's heart skipped a beat, then lurched violently.

The body reacted faster than the brain.

She ran in that direction, snowflakes splashing up and sticking to the hem of her robe.

Yu Chen saw her and quickly dismounted.

Standing there watching her run towards him, he instinctively opened his arms, then looked down and saw himself covered in blood.

He then lowered his arms and let them hang at his sides.

Su Wuli ran up to him, panting, her chest heaving.

Looking up at his bloodied face, it was impossible to tell where the injury was.

Her gaze swept anxiously from his forehead to his chin, and then down.

There was so much blood, it was a red mess, and it was impossible to tell if it was his or someone else's.

She raised her hand to touch his face, but her fingers hovered, afraid to fall.

Her eyes instantly welled up with tears, and she couldn't utter a single word.

"It's not my blood," he reassured them.

She tilted her head back, and the moisture on her eyelashes condensed into a tear.

She bit the soft flesh inside her lip, then suddenly reached out and pulled him toward the main tent.

The two walked one after the other on the snow.

She walked ahead quickly, her boots crunching in the snow.

The man followed behind, his tall figure trailing behind her footprints.

Upon seeing this, the soldiers in the camp couldn't help but turn their gazes over.

The petite woman's eyes were red as she silently led their tall regent commander-in-chief along the way.

The head coach did not resist and obediently followed along.

But I didn't dare look at it for long.

He secretly watched as the two figures, one tall and one short, entered the main tent.

The curtains fell, blocking all view.

Once inside the tent, Su Wuli released his hand.

He turned around and, without saying a word, began to strip off the armor from his body.

She could reach the shoulder straps below her shoulders, but after fiddling with them for a couple of seconds, she couldn't untie them.

It took another prying to untangle it.

They removed the shoulder armor from his shoulders and threw it to the ground with a dull thud.

She twisted the clasp on the arm guard, pulled it out, and tossed it aside.

The breastplate had straps at the waist, and she tried several times with trembling fingers to untie them but couldn't.

"I'll do it myself—" Yu Chen said, seeing her anxious look.

However, Su Wuli ignored him.

With his head down, he picked at the stubborn frenulum again with his fingers.

It's solved.

They then ripped the breastplate off his body, the metal plates clanging together with a crisp, tinkling sound.

The breastplate and the protective shield fell to the ground and slammed down.

She squatted down again and took off his leg armor, belt, and knee armor, one by one, and threw them on the ground.

The armor was piled up at her feet.

Then he stood up and began to pull off his undergarments.

Her undergarment was white, and it was unclear whether it was soaked with blood that had seeped down her neck or with blood that had splattered on her body.

When it's stuck to your body, you can't tell which parts are white and which are red.

Su Wuli pulled her inner garment down from his shoulder, but the sleeve got stuck on his arm, and she couldn't pull it off no matter how hard she tried.

Yu Chen cooperated by raising his hand slightly, and his sleeve slid down.

She stripped her undergarment off her body and threw it onto the pile of armor.

The man stood there shirtless, wearing only a pair of trousers.

Su Wuli's gaze moved from his neck, then to his shoulders, chest, arms, waist, abdomen, and back...

I watched it several times.

After confirming there were no wounds and that the blood wasn't his, they found that the wounds were not open and that the blood wasn't his.

But still feeling uneasy, she reached out and touched him all over.

After touching her twice, Su Wuli finally withdrew her hand and let it hang at her side.

She lowered her head and tears started falling.

She threw herself into his arms, pressed her face against his bare chest, and cried out.

"You lied to me." Her voice was muffled against his chest as she accused him. "You said the commander-in-chief wouldn't go to the battlefield, you lied to me again."

Yu Chen reached out and hugged her, gently rubbing the back of her head with his palm.

He rested his chin on the top of her head. "I'm just going to meet that Third Prince of Beiyuan."

Su Wuli's fingers pinched the skin on his waist, and he didn't flinch even when her nails dug into it.

Crying, she lifted her head from the man's chest.

Her face was covered in tears, and she raised her hand to pound his chest.

Yu Chen stood there and let her hit him, neither dodging nor blocking.

Her fists landed on his chest, one after another.

She pounded until she ran out of strength, then let her hand fall down and rest on his chest without moving.

Yu Chen took her hand and pressed it against his chest. "Are you calm now?"

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli raised her eyes and glared at him.

Tears were still on her face.

Yu Chen reached out and used his fingertips to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"No." Her voice was still choked with tears as she pulled her hand out of his palm.

Looking down, I saw that the blood on his body had dried somewhat, sticking to his skin in dark red patches.

She had some on her too, but not much.

The robe was dark in color, so it wasn't noticeable unless you looked closely.

Su Wuli turned around and walked to the low table, picked up the water bag, opened the lid and poured some water onto the cloth.

She walked back and stood on tiptoe to wipe the blood from his forehead.

She rubbed very hard, as if she wanted to wipe away the blood along with the traces of his broken promise.

Yu Chen reached out and took the handkerchief from her hand. "Do it yourself."

Su Wuli was getting tired from wiping the blood on tiptoe, and she didn't try to take the handkerchief away from him.

Watching him wipe the blood off his face, the handkerchief turned red after a few wipes.

I wrung it out, and water squeezed out from between my fingers.

Su Wuli then handed him a dry handkerchief.

Yu Chen took the handkerchief, wiped his face dry, and then placed it on the low table.

Su Wuli ignored him, squatted down and picked up the pieces of armor scattered on the ground one by one, stacking them in the corner of the tent.

When I found the last piece of the breastplate, I pressed my finger against the scratch on the surface of the mirror.

The scratch was long, running diagonally across the middle of the mirror, like an unhealed scar.

She placed the breastplate on top, stood up, and turned around.

She saw the man looking at her.

Su Wuli squatted down again to pick up the armor, ignoring him.

Yu Chen walked over and reached out to tuck the stray hairs from her forehead behind her ear.

She looked up.

There was no blood on his face anymore; it was wiped clean and he looked just like usual.

Su Wuli turned her gaze away and looked down at his bare chest.

The dried blood was still there, and she subconsciously reached out and touched it.

The scab crumbled into tiny powder on her fingertips.

As if possessed, I blurted out, "Put your clothes on first."

I never thought that the bloodstains on my body were still there and that I should clean them off.

She even picked up the clean undergarment from the low table, unfolded it, and handed it to him.

Yu Chen took it but didn't put it on; instead, he held it in his hand and looked at her.

"Didn't you take it off?" His tone was slightly deliberate, his gaze fixed on her face. "Now you want me to put it back on? Are you going to take it off, or put it back on?"