After traveling through time, I became the aunt of the loyal dog emperor

"Ziheng"

She had never seen him so nervous about other things that he ignored her. Wan Ning stood behind him and called Ziheng's name softly, but the man whose eyes were full of longing just now did not respond to her call.

Having never been treated like this before, Wan Ning was a little angry at this point, so she raised her voice in an attempt to get him to turn back on his wrong path, and asked, "What's in the box?"

Still no reply.

Wan Ning's anger rose suddenly. She held up her skirt with both hands and walked towards Ziheng angrily, questioning as she walked: "Ziheng, I'm asking you a question!"

Ziheng bent slightly, holding the wooden box tightly with both hands, and slowly turned his head to look at Wan Ning.

His eyes were red, his eye sockets were sore, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked dazed and dejected. The moment they looked at each other, all Wan Ning's anger disappeared. He opened his mouth but could not say anything.

"Yanyan," Ziheng opened his lips slightly and called her name, but it was different from the past, her pitiful look was full of vulnerability.

Wan Ning opened her arms and hugged him, stroking his back to comfort him, and whispered in his ear: "Ziheng, I'm here, it's okay."

"Yanyan, it's really you. You're back! I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay!" Ziheng held her tighter, as if he was afraid that she would disappear, as if he had lost her before.

Wan Ning had the same question. She had never left—at least as Su Wan Ning who had traveled to this world, she had never left. Although she felt something was wrong, she didn't have time to think about it. Ziheng's current state made her even more worried.

Suddenly, Ziheng remembered something, left her arms, turned around and walked to the back of the bookshelf to search, and soon took out an exquisite "leaf" shaped object from it. He put the wooden box on the desk, looked up at Wan Ning, and immediately put the "leaf" in his hand into the lock of the wooden box.

"Click", with the sound of rusty metal breaking, Ziheng opened the lock of the wooden box and looked up at Wan Ning who was standing in the distance. Wan Ning also understood the pleading in his eyes, and regardless of the past, she lifted her skirt and walked forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, signaling him with her eyes that he didn't need to explain and should open it quickly without delay.

With a "squeak", Wan Ning bent down and looked inside, only to see an arrow and a flag pressed down inside. Wan Ning frowned and commented disappointedly: "That's it? You sent this from far away, the gift is small but the sentiment is great. Ziheng, is there any particularity to this?"

She looked up to check on Ziheng's condition, only to see that he was in a state of panic, his face was pale, he was holding the table with one hand and taking out the two things from the box with the other hand tremblingly, sweat dripping from his brows.

"Ziheng, are you okay? I'll go call the doctor."

Ziheng was in great pain. He barely held Wan Ning who was about to leave, lowered his head and said with difficulty: "No... No need Yanyan, don't go."

"Okay, okay, I won't leave. Since it makes me so uncomfortable, I might as well take these things out and throw them away." Wan Ning said as she snatched these things from Ziheng's hand. Just as she was about to throw them into the box, she accidentally discovered that some of the flags had old spots on them, were black, and had a faint unpleasant smell.

"What is this thing? It's so torn and dirty!" Wan Ning picked it up and looked at it from left to right: "Why is there a hole in the middle?"

Ziheng held the corner of the table and took it gently. He then said, "The military flag is covered with the blood of soldiers, and also... my blood."

Wan Ning immediately turned her head and stared at him with wide eyes. She suddenly felt that her hand, which had just brushed over countless soldiers who had died in battle, was so heavy.

"Princess Hejing... Why did Princess Hejing send this over?"

"She sewed this flag herself many years ago and sent it to us before the march in the hope that we would win. Before the last battle, we had just won a victory and everyone was very happy so we drank. The next day, several enemy troops came to provoke us and the general was drunk, so I led my brothers and this flag to fight. Yanyan, I shouldn't have acted rashly and fallen into the enemy's trap. All my brothers... lost their lives, and their blood soaked this flag."

Wan Ning placed her hand on his throbbing wrist, trying to give him some energy. She had heard this story from Mu Xiu before. But when she heard the story, she relied on her imagination. Now she heard Ziheng tell it with her own ears and witnessed his pain with her own eyes. At that time, he was only a teenager, a talented young general who was invincible on the battlefield. It was even more difficult to imagine how he had resolved this pain in the days before.

"Ziheng, it's all over. But where is this flag with Princess Hejing?" Wan Ning asked.

Ziheng took Wan Ning's hand in return and narrated: "I was the only one left alive at that time. I took down the flag and put it in my arms, ready to break out of the encirclement. Unfortunately, the strength was too different, and I was hit by an arrow and passed out. I vaguely seemed to see someone cut off the flag and plugged my wound, and the other half of the flag fell on the battlefield. I'm afraid it was found by the Tumo people who were cleaning the battlefield at that time, and Princess Hejing would naturally recognize it after she married."

Wan Ning picked up another object from the box, a broken arrow with a very strange pattern on it. She asked, "What about this?"

Ziheng took it from her, placed it in his palm and stroked it carefully, then suddenly tore open her clothes to expose her chest, and pulled Wan Ning's fingers to brush across her heart. A scar had already grown there, which was very noticeable among the many scars.

Wan Ning pulled her hand back, Ziheng turned his back and pulled up his clothes, then asked, "Did it scare you?"

"Am I so fragile?" Wan Ning answered decisively, pressing his shoulder with one hand to make him turn his back to her, and with the other hand pulling open the clothes he had just put on, leaning forward and putting his face close to her, carefully observing the unusually prominent scar. It looked particularly different from the other knife wounds and abrasions.

"This arrow was exactly what the enemy used that day. It was produced in the same batch as the arrow that hit me."

Wan Ning raised her head, her big eyes were like two pools of spring water, which made his heart moist.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Wan Ning straightened her upper body, silently helped him put on the clothes that she had opened, and then opened her arms and hugged him. "

The two of them leaned side by side at the table. Wan Ning was in a complicated mood and asked, "Ziheng, do you know why Princess Hejing sent these two things?"

"It's my fault that she had to go to Tumo to marry. She probably sent these two things to remind me to feel guilty and take responsibility."

"But how can this matter be blamed entirely on you? The retired emperor who decided the marriage was not responsible, the drunken general was not responsible, the Tumo King who came to provoke was not responsible, and the traitor who betrayed his own people was not responsible. How can it be all your responsibility? You almost lost your life in that war, and you survived by luck. No one else gave you their life. You don't need to feel guilty, Ziheng!"

"Yanyan"

Ziheng called out her name in a heartbroken state. At the same time, his head started to hurt. She gradually became blurry in his vision. His feet started to weaken and he was about to lose his balance. In a trance, he returned to the withered battlefield he had been away from for a long time. He returned to the day of the ambush. A girl in ragged clothes with flying cloth on her body appeared in front of him...

But I couldn't see her face clearly.

"Wake up..."

"Ziheng... wake up quickly..."

"doctor……"

"Imperial Physician... Fang Xiong, quickly call the Imperial Physician..."