It's all ruined, who cares about the chastity arch

When the man in black heard that he had saved his life, the pressure in his heart was finally lifted and he let out a long sigh.

At this moment, Su Wanyu noticed a tiny bloodstain on Tan Xinyue's cheek: "Xinyue, what happened to your face?"

Tan Xinyue just smiled and wiped away the blood that didn't belong to her: "It's his. Don't worry, I'm fine."

Seeing that Tan Xinyue was safe and sound, Su Wanyu felt relieved. She approached Tan Xinyue, gently took her hand, and comforted her softly, "Xinyue, if you encounter such a thing in the future, remember not to take risks yourself. What if something goes wrong with you and I don't know what to do?"

Tan Xinyue took back the bloodstained sword, turned her back and slowly inserted it into the scabbard, and sighed softly: "I can only blame his bad luck for having to meet me. I'm afraid that these twists and turns have frightened His Highness."

Su Wanyu responded with a gentle smile and said comfortingly: "It's okay. Thanks to your help today, I should thank you."

"Speaking of which, you came to see me this time, is there something special?"

she asked bluntly.

Tan Xinyue did not elaborate, and directly took out a jade pendant from her bosom, presented it with both hands, and said respectfully: "Your Highness is knowledgeable, I got this jade pendant by chance, and I would like to ask you to help me identify its origin."

Su Wanyu took the jade pendant and examined it carefully, feeling that it looked familiar. "This jade pendant is of extraordinary quality, Xinyue, where did you get it?"

Tan Xinyue smiled bitterly, seeming to blame herself a little: "It was all because of my carelessness that I accidentally found it on the street, and I thought I should return it to its original owner."

Su Wanyu's fingers gently stroked the edge of the jade pendant, a smile on her lips: "Okay, I'll ask my men to help find out."

Then, she put away the jade pendant and suggested, "Xinyue, since you are already here, why don't you accompany me to the palace and solve this problem by the way."

Tan Xinyue looked down at the unconscious man in black. Although she disliked the complicated etiquette of the palace, she was worried that this man would cause trouble again. In the end, she nodded: "Okay, Your Highness."

Su Wanyu immediately ordered her entourage, "Let's go, take him to the palace."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The guards responded in unison and carefully escorted the man in black towards the back door of the mansion.

In order to avoid attracting unnecessary attention, they decided to quietly leave the mansion through the back door.

Su Wanyu, Tan Xinyue and Yunyi rode in a beautifully decorated sedan chair, while Siqi rode a horse to guard them from the outside.

In the car, Tan Xinyue had difficulty moving because of the long skirt she was wearing. She kept adjusting her skirt from time to time, looking a little uneasy.

Seeing this, Su Wanyu considerately took out a beautifully designed riding belt from her bosom and said, "This is a new custom-made one for me. If you don't like wearing long skirts, you don't have to be too restrained in front of me in the future. Just wear what you like."

After saying that, she handed the belt to Tan Xinyue. The sudden storm seemed to have found a touch of warm comfort in this delicate care.

Tan Xinyue's memories are like a delicate painting, slowly unfolding in her heart.

It was an early spring afternoon, and the sunlight shone through the window lattice onto her tender thirteen-year-old face.

The riding clothes hung loosely on his body, as if he were wearing adult clothes. Every step he took was accompanied by a funny sound of clothes rubbing against his skin, which made people around him cover their faces and laugh.

It was Su Wanyu, the gentle and skillful woman, who used her unique craftsmanship to carefully tailor the ill-fitting clothes and transformed them into a set of riding clothes that perfectly fit Tan Xinyue's body.

The design of the waist pendant is unique, small and exquisite. It not only highlights the girl's heroic spirit, but also hides a delicate friendship.

Time flies. Since marrying into the prestigious Zheng family, Tan Xinyue's life seems to be surrounded by an invisible high wall. Her contact with the outside world, especially her close relationship with Su Wanyu, has become increasingly sparse.

She took the jade pendant. The exquisite ornament set off her wrist, but it could not hide the pain in her heart.

She tugged hard at the intricate blue gauze skirt, the colorful butterflies embroidered on it were lifelike, but they were like invisible chains, binding her in this deep courtyard.

With her brows furrowed, she complained in a low voice that if she had changed into men's clothes, she should have fought side by side with her brothers on the battlefield instead of engaging in verbal battles with others here.

Su Wanyu gently placed her hand on the back of her hand, and the warmth penetrated her skin and reached her heart.

Her words were steady, like a clear spring, moistening Tan Xinyue's imprisoned soul: "Xinyue, what really binds you is not this gorgeous dress, but the inherent prejudice in the hearts of the world. Throughout history, there are many women who are as brave as men."

Her voice was gentle but firm. "It is the high wall built by the eyes and prejudices of the world that locks you inside your home. Xinyue, if you really want to join the military camp, I am willing to help you break this shackle."

When Tan Xinyue heard this, her eyes flickered like stars that suddenly lit up in the dark night, filled with unbelievable surprise.

She raised her head slowly, her eyes sparkling with hope: "Can I... can I really enter the military camp?"

Su Wanyu tapped her chin lightly, her eyes full of encouragement: "As long as you have the will, nothing is difficult in the world."

Tan Xinyue held her hand tightly, her fingertips conveying her inner excitement. This promise was like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating a path she had never imagined.

Su Wanyu reminded him at the right time, with a bit of severity in her words: "But you must understand that the battlefield is ruthless, and life and death hang on a thread."

Tan Xinyue's lips curled up into a faint smile, that smile was as warm as the spring breeze, but also contained tenacity: "Life is only a few decades long. Some people are burdened by emotions, some are lost in the forest of desire, and more people are searching for their entire lives but cannot find the direction of life. When I was young, I was always taught to learn embroidery and make tea. I thought my future destination was to obey arrangements, get married, and live a simple life."

Recalling what her second brother said about the war on the border, her tone was mixed with an imperceptible heaviness: "My second brother once talked about the war on the border. In the battle of Qizhou, twelve cities were lost. The fate of the girls in those cities was turned upside down in a blink of an eye. On the battlefield, lives were lost and blood flowed like rivers, but the capital was still prosperous and peaceful. Those distant cities became hell on earth."

"Sister Yu, perhaps you don't understand. In a world where the strong are respected, when war breaks out, human life becomes insignificant, like an ant, fleeting. Rather than living my life in a daze, I would rather go to the battlefield and protect Jin's homeland myself, even if I can only protect one person, even if only bones are left in the end, I have nothing to fear."

Her words became rapid, her voice hoarse, and the light flashing in her eyes was a determination that Su Wanyu had never seen before.

Compared with the Tan Xinyue in her previous life who was at the mercy of fate, married in a hurry, and eventually died of childbirth complications, the girl in front of us seemed to be reborn, which made people feel deeply moved.

Su Wanyu stared at her, and her determination became clearer and clearer: "In this case, I will do my best to help you achieve your wish."

Tan Xinyue was filled with gratitude and said softly, "Thank you very much, Your Highness."