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

The next day, before dawn.

Su Wuli was dragged off the felt by the guards, her arms being grabbed and pulled outwards.

When the curtain was lifted, a cold wind rushed in, making her shiver.

She was pushed outside.

Qi Zexun stood beside the horse, fully armored, the silver-gray metal plates gleaming coldly.

Holding the riding whip, he turned his head to look at her, "Mount up."

Su Wuli did not move.

Qi Zexun glanced at the guards.

Two soldiers grabbed her arms from both sides, lifted her off the ground, and pushed her onto the horse.

Her back slammed against the saddle, and the ribcage pressed against the saddle bridge, causing her to groan in pain.

She was laid sideways on the horse's back.

My hand dangled down and traced a line in the air, unsure of where to grab.

"Where to?" Her voice trembled.

Qi Zexun looked down at her and said with great interest, "I'll take you to see the Regent."

After saying that, the horse took a step forward, and Su Wulizi's body swayed, almost slipping off the horse's back.

The guard reached out and pressed her back, setting her firmly on the horse's back.

She managed to steady herself by gripping the edge of the saddle.

Her heart pounded in her chest, making her ribs ache.

She bit her lip and swallowed her anger.

The horse wasn't walking fast, but its stomach was being pressed against the saddle, making it feel nauseous but unable to vomit.

A thin layer of morning mist clung to the ground, grayish-white like a veil.

The two armies faced off, and the flags of Nanhuai appeared and disappeared in the fog.

Kitahara's camp was on the other side, a dark mass, their faces obscured.

Qi Zexun's horse stopped in front of the formation.

He reached out and grabbed Su Wuli's chin, lifting her face off the horse to face the direction of the Nanhuai Army.

"The Regent." His voice echoed across the empty battlefield, carrying far and wide. "Look who it is."

Su Wuli saw Yu Chen from afar.

He was seen riding a horse in front of the Nanhuai army.

His face was not clearly visible in the fog, but Su Wuli wanted to run to his side almost the instant she saw his figure.

All the discomfort I had been suppressing along the way finally surfaced.

She was so tired and in so much pain.

Yu Chen's eyes were fixed on Su Wuli's face, and he didn't look away.

The knuckles of the fingers gripping the reins were white.

The knife handle was gripped so tightly in the other hand that it made a cracking sound.

Shadow Falcon stood beside him on horseback, moved his lips, and called out.

"Your Highness."

Yu Chen did not respond, his eyes fixed on the person on horseback, motionless.

Su Wuli looked at him and couldn't help but tear up.

She bit her lip to stifle her voice, her throat tightening, and she forced back her tears.

Qi Zexun's hand was still on her chin, and his thumb brushed against her jawline.

The thought of being captured by Qi Zexun in her current state and used as leverage against Yu Chen made Su Wuli's breathing difficult.

She stubbornly tilted her head slightly.

Qi Zexun released his grip.

She lay on the horse's back, burying her face in her arms.

Shadow Falcon, standing beside him on horseback, called out again, "Your Highness."

Yu Chen did not respond.

His eyes were fixed on the deep red robe.

He stared at her disheveled hair and her face, which was as white as paper.

Qi Zexun reined in his horse and once again held Su Wuli's chin with one hand.

He looked up at Yu Chen, a smile playing on his lips.

"Regent, do the women of Nanhuai look good in the wedding gowns of Beiyuan?"

His voice carried far across the empty battlefield, every word clear and distinct.

He turned Su Wuli's face again, so that she was facing Yu Chen.

With a hint of smugness, he said, "I think it looks better than wearing your Nanhuai clothes, don't you think?"

Yu Chen didn't look at him; his eyes were still on Su Wuli's face.

Qi Zexun waited for two seconds, then suddenly smiled.

He removed his hand from Su Wuli's chin, his fingers resting on the reins.

"Not saying anything? That means you're not satisfied."

He turned his head and looked down at Su Wuli, who was lying on the horse's back, and lowered his voice.

He spoke so softly that only she could hear, “You, the Regent, are ungrateful.”

He straightened up and looked at Yu Chen again, "Then see you on the battlefield."

After he finished speaking, Yu Chen finally looked away from Su Wuli's face.

Looking into Qi Zexun's smiling eyes.

His fingers loosened from the hilt of the knife, then tightened their grip again.

"You'll regret this," Yu Chen said coldly, enunciating each word clearly.

"Regret?" Qi Zexun wrapped the reins around his hand. "I never regret anything."

After saying that, he dismounted and then grabbed Su Wuli's wrist with one hand and dragged her off the saddle.

Her legs went weak, and Qi Zexun used his other hand to hold her waist and lift her up.

She regained her balance and struggled for a moment.

His hand was on her waist, his palm pressed against her side through Bei Yuan's deep red robe.

Qi Zexun lowered his head, his lips almost touching her earlobe.

His movements were so slow that everyone in front of the Nanhuai army could clearly see how close his lips were to her ear.

He paused, his lips moved, and he said something.

The voice was very low, so low that only Su Wuli could hear it.

"I think that head is quite nice..."

The voice was so low that she couldn't hear what was said; she only felt a chill behind her ears.

It felt like a snake was crawling across her ear.

Su Wuli froze, her fingers clenching tightly inside her sleeve.

Yu Chen watched from afar, his breathing becoming heavy.

Even from a distance, one could hear the wind, the sound of horses' hooves, and the fluttering of flags.

He couldn't hear anything, but he could see.

She watched as Qi Zexun's lips touched her ear, and watched her body freeze.

The horse took a step forward.

The shadow falcon reached out from the side and grabbed the reins.

The horse was reined in, and its hooves rubbed against the snow a couple of times to steady itself.

Qi Zexun straightened up and glanced at Yu Chen.

He smiled with a hint of provocation.

He then looked down at Su Wuli and reached out to tuck the stray hairs from the side of her face behind her ear.

His movements were so slow that you could clearly see the trajectory of his fingers as they slid past her cheekbone.

He brushed his finger against her earlobe before withdrawing it.

Su Wuli was completely under his control and had no way to escape.

Qi Zexun raised his head and looked at Yu Chen, "Your woman is being taken very good care of by me personally, so don't worry."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Chen tightened his grip on the hilt of the knife.

Qi Zexun saw his fingers withdraw from Su Wuli's earlobe.

He wanted to chop off that hand and feed it to the dogs.

Qi Zexun turned his head to look at Su Wuli, his lips moving away from her earlobe.

"Last time you wounded me with an arrow, and I was in pain for days. Tell me, how do you intend to settle this score?"

Without waiting for her reply, he drew a bow from the guard's hand.

Then he drew another arrow.

Qi Zexun shoved the bow into her hand.

Then he covered her hand with his, took her hand, and pressed her fingers onto the bowstring.

"Nock the arrow." His voice was not loud.

"No," Su Wuli refused, but he still forced her to nock the arrow.

Her fingers trembled uncontrollably, and the arrow slipped through her fingers.

Qi Zexun pressed down and wedged the arrow's fletching into the bowstring.

His hand led hers, and they pulled the string.

The string was pulled back, and the bow arm bent.

It makes a very soft creaking sound.

The arrowhead was pointed directly at Yu Chen.