I'm in trouble again! My best friend, the princess in the group, please save me!

The guards at the door were sleeping soundly at the moment, snoring one after another.

She gently picked up a candle and lit the fuse in the paper box.

As the lead gradually became shorter, the flickering light gradually shrank into the paper box.

Suddenly, a long and sharp sound was heard, followed by a dazzling light that shot out and rushed straight into the dark night sky.

The light cut through the sky like lightning, illuminating the entire night sky, as if to dispel the darkness.

However, before everyone could come to their senses, the box of fireworks had burned out, leaving only a faint smell of gunpowder in the air.

The guards at the door were awakened by the sudden loud noise. They quickly rushed into the yard and held her tightly.

"Why are there only four?" a guard asked himself in confusion, "Why are these fireworks so stingy?"

Everyone didn't know why she wanted to set off fireworks at this time, so they reported the matter to Wen. After all, Hai Wuya and Hai Yanqing were not here, so she was the only one who could take charge of the situation.

Wen, who came in a hurry, was still sleepy, with messy hair, wrapped in an outer robe, and her face still had a hazy look as if she had not woken up yet.

She stared at the mess of fireworks boxes on the ground with wide eyes, then turned to look at An Huanyan.

Mrs. Wen asked angrily, "What are you doing in the middle of the night?" Her tone was full of impatience and anger.

An Huanyan looked aggrieved. She pointed at the fireworks box on the ground and said pitifully, "I couldn't sleep, so I saw this thing and took it out to set it off."

Wen frowned, looking half-believing and half-doubting.

An Huanyan's eyes suddenly turned red and tears rolled down her cheeks.

She said in a trembling voice: "...My husband once told me that after I gave birth to the child, he would buy all the gun houses in the city, and then set off fireworks, so that everyone in the city could celebrate our child's birthday. But now, everything is impossible..."

When Mrs. Wen heard her mention the lost child, she couldn't help but feel guilty. Her eyes began to flicker and she didn't dare to look directly at An Huanyan.

An Huanyan's tears burst out like a dam breaking. She cried, "Mother-in-law, you are also a mother. You must understand how much I miss my child. You must also hope that your son can return safely..."

An Huanyan's words touched the softest part of Wen's heart. After all, one could easily die on the battlefield. Today, in order to prevent Hai Yanqing, who was still sick, from going to the battlefield, she made a big fuss. However, it did not shake Hai Wuya at all, which made her extremely angry.

She coughed lightly and said in a relaxed tone: "That's natural..."

An Huanyan struck while the iron was hot and continued to add fuel to the fire, "It's a pity that my child...will never come back..."

Mrs. Wen looked embarrassed and could only say some comforting words, such as "It's your fault that you were born in the wrong place" and "It's not impossible for you to adopt a child in the future" and so on.

Then she saw Song Yan next to her and immediately scolded loudly: "Why don't you help your princess go in and have a rest! It's so late and you're still messing around. It's really disturbing!"

Song Yan seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and hurriedly helped the sobbing An Huanyan into the house.

After watching them enter the room, Wen turned around and warned the guards, "You must watch her carefully and don't let her do anything naughty again."

The guards nodded repeatedly to show that they understood, and then everyone dispersed.

An Huanyan returned to the house and murmured to herself: "I don't know if he saw it..."

Song Yan on the side was completely confused and had no idea what An Huanyan was doing.

Inside the imperial city of Youling City, a group of people were chattering and making a lot of noise around a person.

This person was An Zhaoyan. His face was as pale as paper and he was lying on the ground with his eyes closed.

An arrow deeply inserted into his shoulder made him look miserable, as if he was going to die in the next second.

Several imperial doctors gathered around him, discussing in low voices how to pull the arrow out of his body, while several other palace maids frantically tried to use cloth to stop the blood that kept flowing from his shoulder.

Jiang Xingkuo, who was sitting next to him, said nothing, but just watched the chaotic scene in front of him in silence.

Chi Yuehan paced back and forth in the room anxiously, looking at An Zhaoyan from time to time, her eyes full of worry and anxiety.

Jiang Xingkuo had a splitting headache.

She tried her best and finally helped them to get through the upper limit of fifteen days, and now there were only three days left before the twentieth day.

However, as time went on, the enemy's offensive became more and more fierce, and the defense in the city began to become increasingly incapable.

At this critical moment, An Zhaoyan, the backbone of the team, was injured!

Chi Yuehan was extremely anxious and felt a nameless fire burning in her heart.

"My Lords... can we pull it out?" Chi Yuehan couldn't help but speak, her voice trembling slightly.

"To answer your Majesty, the arrow has penetrated the entire shoulder blade. If we pull it out forcibly, it would be extremely dangerous... It is very likely that he will not survive the next day..." One of the doctors said with difficulty.

Hearing this, Chi Yuehan's heart tightened, his brows furrowed, and his face became very ugly.

She slammed the table and stood up, glaring at the doctors, her voice filled with a hint of anger and anxiety: "What if we don't pull it out, will we just leave the arrow like this?"

The imperial doctors looked at each other, their eyes flickering, as if they didn't know how to answer. They hesitated and couldn't say a word for a long time.

Chi Yuehan's mood became increasingly heavy, she knew that the current situation was very tricky.

If the arrow is not pulled out, An Zhaoyan may continue to suffer; but if the arrow is pulled out by force, the consequences will be disastrous. How she hopes to find a perfect solution to make everything go smoothly.

However, the reality was so cruel that she could only look at the situation in front of her helplessly, unable to make any effective decision.

Chi Yuehan tried to find some words to comfort herself and tell herself that everything would be fine.

But when she opened her mouth, she found that all her words became so pale and powerless. Facing such a situation, she felt unprecedented helplessness and despair.

At this moment, Jiang Xingkuo suddenly spoke, breaking the silent atmosphere.

Her voice was low and firm: "Pull out."

Everyone was shocked by Jiang Xingkuo's sudden decision and turned their eyes to her.

Several imperial doctors were even more hesitant, with worried looks on their faces.

"But..." They tried to explain, but Jiang Xingkuo interrupted them.

"I said, pull out." Jiang Xingkuo emphasized again, his tone revealing an unquestionable majesty.

The imperial doctors looked at each other, as if they had found confidence from Jiang Xingkuo. They no longer hesitated and quickly began to prepare to pull out the arrow.

After some intense operations, the arrow was finally successfully pulled out.

However, the moment the arrow was peeled off, a large amount of blood gushed out, staining the surrounding beds red like a flood.

An Zhaoyan's face became even paler, like white paper, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, as if he would die in the next second.