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

Su Wuli didn't hear clearly, but those people did.

Several cavalrymen jumped off their horses and surrounded her.

Upon seeing this, Su Wuli immediately turned and ran.

My feet sank into the snow, and when I pulled them out, they sank back in. I took a couple of steps and tripped.

He fell forward.

Suddenly a hand reached out from behind and grabbed her arm.

A second person also came up and subdued her.

Su Wuli struggled violently and kicked someone's shin.

The man groaned but did not let go.

Another hand reached out, grabbed her shoulder, and pulled her up from the ground.

She then kicked the man's knee with her other foot.

They still haven't let go.

Su Wuli opened her mouth in a panic and shouted.

"Yu Chen, save me... Yu Chen..."

However, it was all swallowed up by the shouts of battle.

A cavalryman from Kitahara tore a piece of rope from his horse and tied her hands behind her back.

The rope was so tight that it dug into her skin, causing her pain and bringing tears to her eyes.

His wrist struggled desperately for a moment inside the rope.

Unable to break free, the rope tightened even more.

The guard, mounted on his horse, looked down at her, then gestured with his chin toward the cavalryman beside him.

They lifted Su Wuli off the ground and pushed her next to the horse.

The horse exhaled white breath from its nostrils. She turned her head to dodge, but was then pushed from behind.

Her knee struck the horse's leg, and the pain made her squat down.

He was pulled up again.

The guard mounted the horse, bent down from its back, grabbed her by the back of her collar, and dragged her onto the horse.

Her toes left a long trail on the ground.

He was then hoisted onto the horse's back, his belly pressing against the saddle.

My stomach churned, and I felt like vomiting.

Can't spit it out.

As the flags of Nanhuai receded into the distance, the commander's flag became increasingly indistinct.

The guard's horse wasn't running fast, and she was bouncing along on its back.

The rope binding her hands dug into her skin, and she buried her face in her arms.

My eyes were wet with pain.

The campsite in Kitahara was getting closer and closer, with tents standing side by side and snow piled on the canvas.

Su Wuli's knees buckled slightly as she was dragged off the horse, and she was then supported as she walked forward.

When the curtain was lifted, hot air rushed out and hit her face.

The guards pushed her inside, the tent flap fell down, and she stood in the middle of the tent with her hands tied behind her back.

Her hair was loose, with stray strands falling down her sides.

…………

At this moment, Qi Zexun was standing in front of the map.

The curtain was lifted, and the guards bent down and entered.

He raised his head.

"Your Highness, we've captured a woman who's been acting suspiciously on the high ground south of the battlefield."

Qi Zexun didn't seem very interested.

The guard paused for a moment, then stated directly, "It's the one next to the Regent."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Zexun withdrew his finger from the map.

The corners of his mouth slowly curved upwards.

He then picked up the copper paperweight from the map and put it down again, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Bring it in."

The curtain was lifted, and Su Wuli was pushed in.

Her hands were tied behind her back, the ropes were very tight.

He was wearing a white down jacket, puffy and bulging, with half of his chin hidden inside the collar.

Below are dark jeans with a faded white patch at the knee.

She was wearing a pair of sneakers.

Qi Zexun's eyes lit up when he saw her.

His gaze moved from her face to her clothes, scanning back and forth, then paused for a moment.

The down jacket had a matte sheen in the candlelight; the fabric was smooth and without any texture.

It was neither silk nor satin, nor any fabric he had ever seen before.

Qi Zexun couldn't help but look at her shoes again out of curiosity.

The soles of the shoes have an uneven pattern; they are neither cloth boots nor leather boots.

His brow twitched slightly, and he asked, "What kind of clothes are these?"

After she finished speaking, Su Wuli did not answer immediately, nor did she want to.

She shifted her gaze from his face to the direction of the tent curtain.

Qi Zexun didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he moved to her side, reached out and pinched her chin, lifting her face up.

Su Wuli's chin peeked out from her neckline.

Her skin is very fair.

"Even thinner than in the portrait." Qi Zexun's voice was tinged with amusement. "Is the Regent of Nanhuai too stingy to feed you?"

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli turned her head and pulled her chin away from his grasp.

Her lips moved slightly, but she didn't make a sound.

Qi Zexun was not in a hurry. Instead, he turned around, picked up the dagger from the low table, played with it for a moment, and then put it down.

He then whispered the order, "Untie them."

Konoe came over and untied the rope.

The rope slipped off Su Wuli's wrist and fell to the ground.

Her arm hung down, and a red mark was left on her wrist from the strap.

Qi Zexun picked up the kettle on the low table, poured a glass of water, and pushed it in front of her.

Then he picked up the dry biscuits from the plate and placed them next to the water glass.

"eat."

Su Wuli didn't look at him, the water, or the dried biscuits.

Qi Zexun smiled at her and pushed the dry biscuit towards her again.

"How can you have the strength to run away if you don't eat or drink?"

Upon hearing this, Su Wuli turned her gaze from the tent flap to his face.

I glanced at it, then moved it away.

Qi Zexun's smile faded.

He took a step forward.

He was so close to her that she could smell the rust on his armor mixed with the scent of snowmelt.

"Do you know how many people he's killed? His hands are stained with blood. Aren't you afraid of being implicated one day if you follow him?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Wuli raised her head and met his gaze directly.

Su Wuli looked at him, her gaze fixed on his face without looking away.

He said, word by word, "You've killed just as many people as he has."

Qi Zexun was taken aback.

I looked into her eyes for two seconds, then smiled.

"Interesting." He turned around and called out towards the tent flap.

The guard lifted the curtain and came in.

"Take her away and lock her up," he ordered with a smile. "Do not mistreat her; she is my honored guest."

"Yes." The guard responded and walked to Su Wuli's side, grabbing her arm.

She didn't struggle and followed him toward the tent flap.

She stumbled as she was pushed into the tent.

The curtain fell behind her, and she heard footsteps outside. Two people stood at the doorway.

Su Wuli then stood up and looked around.

The tent wasn't big; it contained a bed, a table, and a box.

There are none of the others.

I walked over and opened the wooden crate; it was empty.

There was nothing there.

She closed the box and sat down on the bed, hugging her knees.

There were footsteps coming and going outside the tent.

She listened to the footsteps and suppressed her breathing.

run away?

There's no way they can escape.

This is the Kitahara military camp, and the area outside is full of soldiers.

She didn't know the way, and she couldn't possibly be a match for so many people here.

Even if you run out, you won't know which direction to run in.

They didn't even know which direction the Nanhuai army camp was in.

All we can do now is wait.

Wait until a certain time, then disappear and return to your own company as before.

She just didn't know when she would disappear, or how long it would take.

After going through everything, I subconsciously hugged my knees even tighter.

He stared intently at the direction of the tent flap.

Su Wuli was afraid.