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

For a moment, Su Wuli didn't know what to do.

She had only one thought in her mind: she couldn't change the fate of that world.

She placed the book on the coffee table and pulled the cushion over to hug it.

Bury your face in it.

I sat in the dark, curled up into a ball.

…………

It was still dark.

The sound of bugles rang out from the north of the camp, tearing open the night in several places with each blast.

Yu Chen stood on horseback at the front of the battle.

The armor gleamed coldly in the morning light.

The scout ran back from the front of the column and knelt on one knee in front of the imperial horse.

"Your Highness, the Northern Plains army has begun its advance, with cavalry in front and infantry behind, and Qi Zexun personally overseeing the battle."

Yu Chen didn't look at him, but stared at the dark line in the distance.

The sound of horses' hooves came from afar, striking a chord with everyone.

"Order the archers to advance thirty paces and form two flanks," Yu Chen commanded in a low voice.

The soldier next to him paused for a moment, then spurred his horse and galloped away.

Feng Xi rode over from the ranks, the bandage on his right hand removed and replaced with a leather glove.

"Your Highness, the vanguard battalion is ready."

Yu Chen looked at him and said, "Your men hold the central command and are not allowed to retreat."

"Your subordinate obeys." Feng Xi nodded, turned his horse around, and rode off.

The bugle call sounded again, this time from the Kitahara side.

The sound is longer than that of the Nanhuai River.

Soon, a rain of arrows rose from the North Plains formation, densely covering half the sky.

As the arrows fell, the shields were raised with a muffled thud.

Someone was hit by an arrow, and the muffled groan was quickly drowned out by the shouts of battle.

Shadow Falcon rode up from behind on horseback, his sword already drawn.

"Your Highness, Qi Zexun has taken a detour."

Yu Chen turned his head to look at him.

Shadow Falcon pointed to the woods to the east, "The scouts report that he led his elite troops to the flank, intending to outflank us."

Yu Chen looked at the grove of trees, but it was so dark he couldn't see anything.

He then turned his attention back to the main battlefield.

"Take men to intercept him. Feng Xi, guard the central army. I will go and meet him."

"Yes." Shadow Falcon immediately turned its horse around and rode away.

On the main battlefield, the Kitahara infantry have already advanced.

Shields were placed on top of each other, and spears protruded from the gaps in the shields.

The archers of Nanhuai fired arrows from both flanks, the arrows shooting past from the sides.

A gap appeared in Kitahara's shield formation, which was then patched up by those behind him.

Feng Xi led the vanguard battalion to charge forward from the front, his swords striking the shields with each blow, like hammering iron.

Suddenly, his horse was struck in the neck by a stray arrow.

The horse neighed and lurched forward.

He quickly jumped off the horse, slipped on the snow, and then regained his balance.

The knife pierced through the gap in the shield, and when it was pulled out, blood splattered on his face.

Shadow Falcon charged into the woods on horseback, followed closely by cavalrymen.

Qi Zexun's horse emerged from behind the tree, followed by several hundred cavalrymen.

A smile curved his lips. "Where's Yu Chen?"

His voice laced with laughter, "Just sent you to your death?"

Without exchanging any words, Shadow Falcon slashed directly across the horse's back with his sword.

Qi Zexun dodged to the side.

His sword slashed upwards, and Shadow Falcon blocked it with his scabbard.

The two horses passed each other, and after a few steps, the horses turned back.

A gash appeared on the Shadow Falcon's shoulder.

The armor cracked, and blood seeped out.

He didn't pay attention and raised the knife again.

Qi Zexun's smile faded as he looked at the blood on Ying Falcon's shoulder.

His gaze paused for a moment, then he asked, "Aren't you going to back down?"

Shadow Falcon did not answer, and slashed his sword directly at him.

Qi Zexun raised his sword to parry, and the two swords met for a moment in a stalemate.

Because of its injury, the Shadow Falcon's arm was trembling slightly from being pressed down.

Qi Zexun looked at his trembling arm, and a smug smile appeared on his lips again.

Just then, Yu Chen rode out from the depths of the woods.

The horse ran very fast.

He didn't even draw his sword.

The horse charged past the shadow falcon, and only then did the knife come out of his waist.

The blade flashed in the dim light and slashed straight at Qi Zexun's neck.

Qi Zexun raised his sword to parry, and the two swords collided.

His horse was shaken and took two steps back.

Yu Chen's horse stopped, and the two faced each other.

Qi Zexun looked at him and said, "The Regent has come in person."

Yu Chen did not answer, and slashed with his sword from the left.

Qi Zexun raised his sword to parry, and they went back and forth for several rounds.

The two men's knives became entangled until Qi Zexun's knife was shaken off course by half an inch.

Yu Chen's blade sliced ​​across his shoulder armor, tearing through the plates.

Blood seeped from the wound.

Qi Zexun looked down at the blood on his shoulder, then looked up at Yu Chen.

He sheathed his sword, turned his horse around, and said, "Let's retreat."

The cavalry of Kitahara followed him as they retreated deeper into the woods.

The Shadow Falcon followed from behind, mounted on its horse.

Blood was still dripping from his left shoulder.

"Your Highness, shall we give chase?"

Yu Chen looked in the direction where Qi Zexun disappeared and said, "Don't chase after him. Qi Zexun is quite cunning; there might be an ambush."

He sheathed his sword and turned his horse around.

When we emerged from the woods, the battlefield on the front lines had fallen silent.

The bugle calls of the Kitahara army also stopped, and the camp was filled with the groans of wounded soldiers.

Feng Xi sat on a wooden stake.

The armor was covered in blood; it was impossible to tell if it was his own or someone else's.

He was still holding the knife in his right hand, which was stuck in the snow to support his body.

Seeing Yu Chen approaching, Feng Xi tried to stand up.

However, he swayed for a moment and then sat back down.

"Your Highness, the vanguard battalion has suffered heavy casualties." His voice was hoarse.

Yu Chen looked at the knife wound on his face.

He spoke in a deep voice, "Send the wounded to the wounded camp, and register the fallen brothers."

Yu Chen paused for a moment and then said, "I will go and write a memorial."

"Yes."

Feng Xi nodded, then braced himself and stood up.

Yu Chen entered the main tent and placed the knife on the low table.

He picked up the calligraphy brush on the table, dipped it in ink, and spread out the folded paper.

The brush moves across the paper, and the characters fall one by one.

Shadow Falcon stood by the tent flap, his left shoulder already soaked in blood.

He hasn't been bandaged yet.

Yu Chen closed the folding book and placed it on the corner of the table.

He then stood up and walked to Shadow Falcon, looking down at the bandage on his shoulder.

The Shadow Falcon did not move.

"Go to the wounded soldiers' camp."

Shadow Falcon looked into his eyes and paused for two seconds.

He immediately accepted the order, saying, "Yes."

…………

Su Wuli didn't know when she fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, I only heard a muffled thunder-like sound in the distance.

The sounds came in bursts, but they didn't sound like thunder.

It's a war drum!

There was also the sound of horses' hooves, thousands upon thousands of hooves pounding the ground, making her bones tremble.

Su Wuli realized something and suddenly opened her eyes.

The air was thick with smoke, which made her cough.

She instinctively covered her nose with the back of her hand.

Only then did she realize her situation; she was standing on a high ground.

Below, the two armies were engaged in fierce combat, the sounds of clashing swords mingling with shouts of battle.

Flames shot into the sky, something was burning, and black smoke billowed from the fire.

On the left is the flag of Beiyuan, and on the right is the flag of Nanhuai.

Realizing the situation, her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately tried to run towards Nanhuai.

However, after taking just one step, the slope beneath her feet was too steep, and she slipped unexpectedly.

I braced my hand on the ground, and my palm was scraped raw and burning.

Just then, a troop of Northern Plains cavalry charged up the slope, their hooves kicking up snow that splashed onto her face.

The leader was wearing silver-gray armor.

Su Wuli recognized the other person's face.

He was one of Qi Zexun's bodyguards, the one who was outside the camp last time...

The other person reined in his horse, looked down, and paused, startled to see her.

A smile slowly crept across his face as he turned and called out to the person behind him.