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

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Xi looked up at her.

His gaze lingered on her face for a moment, as if trying to discern something.

"Xiao Junyi?" He paused. "Why is Young Master Su suddenly asking this?"

Su Wuli didn't look up. She tucked the end of the gauze into the gap at the edge and pressed it flat with her fingers.

"Just asking." Su Wuli gently put his hand down, then stood up to pack her medicine box.

"Wasn't he locked up in the backyard of the Prince's mansion?"

Feng Xi looked down at the neatly wrapped bandage on her wrist and said in confusion, "Young Master Su must have misremembered."

He looked up at her. "Xiao Junyi has never been imprisoned. Although the prince and he have different positions, it hasn't come to that."

Su Wuli closed the lid of the medicine box, then paused.

He asked doubtfully, "He wasn't ever imprisoned?"

"No." Feng Xi stood up from the wooden box. "Xiao Junyi suddenly left the capital some time ago, I don't know why."

He then pressed on, "Why did you suddenly ask him, Young Master Su?"

"Last time he was injured, he wasn't confined to the Prince's mansion. I heard the doctor changed his dressings several times before he recovered," Su Wuli said, adding, "And Shen Qiange came to the mansion several times as well."

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Xi turned his head to look at her, his brows furrowed, and his expression became even more puzzled.

"Xiao Junyi hasn't been injured recently." He said with certainty, "At least I haven't heard of it."

"Did Young Master Su hear something from someone?" He tried to think.

"Oh, he did fall off his horse last month, but it was nothing serious, the minor injuries healed in a few days."

Upon hearing what Qing Fengxi said, Su Wuli's hands, hanging at her sides, trembled slightly involuntarily.

Something seems wrong.

She asked again, "Fell off the horse?"

"Hmm." Feng Xi nodded. "The scouts reported that Xiao Junyi's horse stumbled, and no doctor was called."

He smiled and said, "Young Master Su also said that he was imprisoned in the Prince's mansion. How could that be?"

Having received a definite answer, Su Wuli slowly composed herself.

How could that be? She clearly remembered that Xiao Junyi was imprisoned in the Prince's Mansion. Before the expedition, she even wanted Yu Chen to send Xiao Junyi out.

This way, Yu Chen wouldn't have to go to the battlefield, thus avoiding the ending depicted in the novel.

"Fall off the horse." She repeated it involuntarily.

"That's true." Feng Xi lowered the sleeve of his right hand to cover the bandage.

Su Wuli absentmindedly picked up the medicine box from the ground and hugged it to her chest.

The box wasn't heavy, but her arms were trembling slightly.

She didn't reply and turned away.

Feng Xi stood there, looking at her back, wanting to say something, but seeing Su Wuli like this, he didn't know what to say.

Su Wuli walked slowly, but her steps were noticeably unsteady.

She carried the medicine box for a while, then stopped.

Then, standing next to the pile of wooden crates behind the wounded soldiers' camp, he placed the medicine box on the ground.

The box landed on the wooden crate with a dull thud.

Su Wuli stood leaning against the wooden box, and began to search through her past memories in a somewhat unreal way.

She wondered if she had remembered it wrong.

But those images kept replaying in my mind: Xiao Junyi tied to a wooden stake—those images were all too clear.

But Feng Xi said no.

She clenched her fingers into a fist and stuffed them into her sleeve.

The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became, and the unease in my heart was amplified.

My steps were faster than before, and my boots slipped.

She stumbled and quickly grabbed a nearby tent pole for support.

Once you've gained your footing, keep going.

The main tent curtain was open, but Yu Chen was not there, nor were the other deputy generals.

Su Wuli didn't know where he had gone, so she could only wait here.

But the longer I waited without getting an answer, the more anxious I became.

She didn't even notice when someone came in, nor did she look up.

The footsteps moved from the tent flap to the low table, paused for a moment, and then came over.

He sat down next to her. "What's wrong?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Wuli snapped out of her reverie and looked up at the man sitting next to her.

After a long pause, his lips moved and he finally found his voice, "Xiao Junyi..."

She spoke slowly, her gaze fixed on the man's face, trying to discern something from it.

But she couldn't see anything, and deep down she was still praying that maybe Feng Xi really had remembered it wrong...

Then he continued, "Feng Xi said he has never been imprisoned. Is he mistaken?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her fingers clenched tightly inside her sleeve.

My heart was pounding.

Yu Chen did not answer immediately, but Su Wuli had no patience to wait and couldn't help but continue.

"But I remember..." She stared straight at the man in front of her, hoping to get the answer she wanted.

"He was locked up in the backyard of the Prince's mansion."

Her voice trembled uncontrollably. "Did Feng Xi remember it wrong, or did I remember it wrong?"

Silence fell after he finished speaking.

While waiting for the answer, she felt like she was about to stop breathing.

Finally, Yu Chen spoke up, "You're not mistaken, and neither is Feng Xi."

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli was stunned.

She opened her mouth, "What do you mean?"

"The original plot has been revised." Yu Chen looked at her with a deep gaze. "Xiao Junyi was never imprisoned, Gu Mingyuan was never arrested, and those things never happened."

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Wuli thought she had misheard.

Plot correction?

Impossible, absolutely impossible—

But when she met the man's serious gaze, she gave up on that idea.

She then asked, somewhat flustered, "When did you find out?"

"Before I left for here," he paused before explaining.

"I went to Guan Xiaojunyi's room and there was no sign of anyone living there."

His voice grew lower as he spoke, “The people I’ve killed are standing in front of me unharmed.”

"Why didn't you tell me?" Su Wuli could hear the tremor in her own voice.

"I don't want you to be scared." Yu Chen raised his hand and covered her face, gently rubbing it.

"So, you were lying to me before when you said you didn't trust Xiao Junyi to lead the troops?"

He didn't speak.

Seeing this, Su Wuli's eyes reddened slightly.

An ominous premonition began to grow and spread in her heart.

Why would he come here to lead troops according to the original plot, even though he clearly knows that going back from here would mean his death?

Why?

Su Wuli asked somewhat uneasily, "You...are you just going to accept it like this? Are you prepared to accept your fate?"

"Ah Wu—"

"No!" she interrupted sharply. "You can't die."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Chen frowned slightly and reached out to pull her into his arms.

"You won't die," he reassured softly.

Su Wuli lifted her head from his chest.

"You're lying to me. The plot has been changed. How could you possibly survive? You didn't want to come to this battlefield, but you still came."

Her voice trembled, "The plot demands your death, what are you going to do?"

Yu Chen looked at her but did not answer.

However, it was precisely his reaction that made Su Wuli increasingly uneasy.

When Yu Chen first learned that he was the villain, he said that he wanted to make Xiao Junyi, the male lead, meaningless.

But now he looked troubled.

For her, there was undoubtedly only one answer.