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

The Shadow Falcon picked up the arrow to examine it.

The arrow shafts were made of birch wood, a common material in the northern plains, and the fletchings were made of eagle feathers—a configuration not available to ordinary soldiers.

He brought the arrow to his nose and smelled it; it didn't have much of a scent.

Then he examined the polished lines on the arrowhead by the candlelight.

He estimated the distance based on the angle and depth at which the arrow entered.

It is about two hundred paces from outside the camp.

To be able to accurately hit a wooden post from this distance instead of piercing the tent flap is something an ordinary archer could not do.

"The enemy has skilled archers." He placed the arrows on the low table.

Feng Xi, having finished bandaging himself, stood by the tent flap.

He heard the news and rushed over while he was being bandaged up in the wounded soldiers' camp.

He looked at the jade pendant on the low table, staring at the character "齐" on the back for two seconds.

He then turned his gaze away, lowered his head, and said, "It was my dereliction of duty, Your Highness. Please punish me."

Yu Chen glanced at him, his gaze sweeping over Feng Xi's face.

"It's not your fault. He came for her. He would have come even if you weren't there."

Yu Chen gave another order, and Yingjun and Fengxi immediately obeyed and carried it out.

Su Wuli was bored after waking up, so after thinking for a moment, she went to find Yu Chen.

He lifted the curtain and came in.

Yu Chen was standing next to the low table.

She was wearing her own down jacket, and her hair was loose and unbound.

The down jacket was puffy and wrapped around her whole body.

It was different from the moon-white cotton robe she usually wore.

She subconsciously walked towards Yu Chen, and when she reached the low table and looked down, she saw a painting laid out on the table.

A person is drawn on the rice paper.

She paused for a moment, then picked up the painting and examined it against the candlelight.

She put it down again and turned her head to look at Yu Chen.

"When did you draw this for me?" she asked with some curiosity. "It looks quite like me; I could tell it was me at a glance."

Yu Chen looked at her in silence.

Su Wuli was unaware of his gaze, her head bowed as she studied the painting before her.

"I didn't draw it," Yu Chen said slowly.

Upon hearing this, her fingers stopped.

She looked up at him, then looked down at the painting in her hand.

Suddenly I realized something was wrong.

"Who drew that?"

Yu Chen did not answer.

Su Wuli felt something was off, but her gaze had already fallen on the low table.

There is also a jade pendant next to the portrait.

It was tied with a red string.

She couldn't help but pick up the jade pendant, and saw that the character "齐" was clearly engraved on it.

Her finger paused on that character for a moment, then she abruptly threw the jade pendant down.

The jade pendant fell onto the table and rolled next to the painting.

Su Wuli looked over and saw the line of small characters.

She hadn't even noticed because she was pressed down by the jade pendant.

After seeing what it said, Su Wuli subconsciously took a step back.

Yu Chen walked over and turned the painting over, placing it on the table.

The back of the Xuan paper is completely blank, and you can't see anything.

Su Wuli looked up at him.

Her lips twitched slightly, and she asked, puzzled, "What's going on?"

"The arrows from Kitahara were delivered," Yu Chen replied.

Su Wuli recalled the way Qi Zexun looked at her.

She had a feeling that she was being watched by something.

Yu Chen reached out and put his arm around her shoulder, pressing her against his chest.

"Don't be afraid, I will capture him as soon as possible."

"Um."

…………

midnight.

Su Wuli suddenly shrank back in her sleep.

Her fingers unconsciously gripped Yu Chen's inner garment, her nails digging into his skin through the fabric.

He was still saying something, but no one could hear him.

His brow was furrowed, clearly indicating he couldn't sleep soundly.

Yu Chen looked down at her.

Su Wuli didn't wake up, so she called out again, this time a little louder than before.

It sounds like someone is being called.

"Ah Chen..."

It's clearer this time.

Yu Chen tightened his arms around her and pulled her closer to him.

Her face was pressed against his neck, her eyelashes brushing against his skin.

It's wet.

Yu Chen reached out and tucked the strands of hair from her forehead behind her ear, his fingertips slowly brushing across her brow bone, smoothing out the wrinkles little by little.

My brows have relaxed a little, but not completely.

"Here," he answered softly.

However, she seemed not to hear.

He didn't know what she was dreaming about, he only knew that she was holding him very tightly.

Yu Chen had no choice but to hug her tightly, gently stroking her back with his large hand.

After a moment, her breathing gradually stabilized.

After a moment, Su Wuli opened her eyes and lifted her head from his chest.

Look at him.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Yu Chen asked.

"Mmm," Su Wuli responded, burying her face back into his chest.

"What did you dream about?"

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli did not answer, but simply buried her face further into his chest.

After a moment, he slowly spoke, "I dreamt of you."

Her voice was muffled in his chest, "I dreamt that you disappeared."

"I am here." His voice came from above.

He then reached out and pulled the blanket up to cover her shoulders. She curled up in his arms and pressed her face against his neck.

Only now did I recover from the unease in my dream.

"Go to sleep," he said.

Su Wuli obediently closed her eyes.

…………

When Su Wuli woke up the next day, she was still feeling unwell because of the dream she had the night before.

Outside the wounded soldiers' camp.

Su Wuli sat on the wooden box, while Feng Xi squatted opposite her and stretched out his right hand.

He frowned as he pulled the bandage off halfway, the scabs still sticking to the gauze.

But he held back from making a sound.

"Just bear with it for a bit," Su Wuli said, offering a suggestion.

"I'm not in pain," Feng Xi said. "Young Master Su, please feel free to take it apart."

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli looked up at his pained expression and thought that a short pain was better than a long one. She quickly removed the bandage and placed it on the stone next to her.

The wound is on the outside of the wrist.

He then took out some medicine from the medicine box and poured it onto a cotton ball.

When he pressed down, Feng Xi's muscles tensed, and his fingers curled up but didn't retract.

"Don't use your right hand to wield the knife these next few days."

Su Wuli lowered her head, applied the medicine evenly, and then took a new roll of gauze and wrapped it around the inside of his wrist twice.

Tighten it, then wrap it around again.

"If the wound reopens, it will need stitches."

"This injury is nothing serious," Feng Xi replied. "It's much better than being locked in the tent and unable to get out."

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli's fingers paused slightly, as if she had suddenly thought of something.

The gauze was only halfway wrapped around his wrist before stopping on the outside of his wrist, and was not wrapped any further.

After a moment, she slipped the gauze under his wrist, tightened it, and tied a knot.

The movements were the same as usual.

"Is Xiao Junyi still imprisoned?"