The Regent's Koi Princess

At this moment, Luo Yao's heart felt like it was soaked in a soup pot.

She no longer cared about being reserved, she stood on tiptoe and pressed her red lips against Long Xiaotian's thin lips.

She wanted to just give him a quick kiss and then withdraw, but she didn't expect Long Xiaotian to lift her up and deepen the kiss.

This kiss contains endless tenderness, endless longing, and endless love.

Finally, before the two of them almost lost control, this sweet moment that came so late after so many years ended.

Being hugged tightly by Long Xiaotian again, Luo Yao felt that everything around her faded away quietly, only his embrace was warm and real.

Her heartbeat was like a war drum, booming in her chest, and every beat seemed to tell of her long-hidden emotions.

Luo Yao will not marry anyone other than Brother Xiaotian in this life.

Long Xiaotian's aura surrounded her, causing her little face to involuntarily turn red, like a newly blossoming peach blossom, delicate and beautiful.

He lowered his head, his eyes deep, as if he could see through the most delicate secrets in her heart. Their breaths intertwined, and the air was filled with a faint sweetness and ambiguity.

His Yaoer...

Long Xiaotian smiled helplessly.

Why are you so stupid?

What else could he do?

All I can do is love her, cherish her and treasure her for the rest of my life.

Luo Yao closed her eyes and leaned in Long Xiaotian's arms, allowing the feeling of happiness to completely overwhelm her, as if there were only the two of them left in the whole world. In this quiet and warm moment, she found her belonging, the warmth and support she had always longed for.

"Brother Xiaotian~"

"Ok?"

Luo Yao raised her head in Long Xiaotian's arms and looked straight at him and asked: "When we return to the Imperial Capital, are you... willing to marry Yao'er? Yao'er has been looking for you for so long, can you bear to let Yao'er wait any longer?

Or……"

Luo Yao pursed her lips and was silent for a while, then looked at Long Xiaotian and smiled bitterly: "Or does Brother Xiaotian already have someone else in his heart?"

The two had been separated for too long, and Long Xiaotian was eight years older than Luo Yao, so she had no confidence that her brother Xiaotian would always keep the promise they made to her when they were children.

When you care too much about someone, you will become anxious and worried about gains and losses, and Luo Yao is the same.

Even a girl as blessed as her would be afraid of losing once she falls into the mortal world.

As soon as Luo Yao finished speaking, Long Xiaotian's heart suddenly tightened. His Yao'er must have experienced too much waiting and disappointment, which is why she has no confidence and sense of security.

He gently held Luo Yao's cheek. The eyes that once sparkled with stars were now covered with a layer of mist, which made him involuntarily want to wipe away all her worries.

If it were in the past, Long Xiaotian might have chosen to escape, because he didn't know if he could give her happiness.

only……

He felt extremely distressed when he thought about how a delicate girl like her had to travel a long distance disguised as a man just to be close to him.

If it were any other woman, she would have married someone else long ago. How could she endure the pain of lovesickness and the loneliness of waiting alone?

But his Yaoer is such a silly little girl.

If a wife is found like this, what else can a husband ask for?

Just ask him, Long Xiaotian, how could he bear to let go.

His fingertips gently slid across the corners of her eyes, as if wiping away the unshed tears, and his voice was low and firm, as if he was making a promise.

"Yao'er, do you know that nothing in this world can move Brother Xiaotian as much as the light in your eyes?

In Brother Xiaotian's heart, there is no one else except you. Your waiting is Brother Xiaotian's most precious gift, but also his greatest guilt, and the regret that Brother Xiaotian must make up for in this life.

When we return to the Imperial Capital, Brother Xiaotian will bring you home in a sedan chair carried by eight men, and make you my only wife in this life."

After saying that, he leaned over and kissed her lips again. This time, it was a promise, a reassurance, and a vow that the two hearts would finally be closely connected.

Luo Yao hugged the man's thin waist tightly, all those years of waiting were worth it.

Her brother Xiaotian never forgot her.

……

Inside the tent on the other side

The military doctor is using his superb medical skills to fight against death every second.

Inside the tent, the candlelight flickered, illuminating the military doctor's furrowed brows and his deft yet steady hands. Lin Qingyue had already fallen into a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness due to excessive blood loss.

At this moment, his face was pale and his teeth were clenched. Sweat slid down his resolute chin and dripped onto the bedding. It was instantly absorbed, leaving behind dark marks.

The military doctor's hand gently but firmly grasped the hilt of the sword. Every slight turn was accompanied by Lin Qingyue's low gasp, as if even the air had solidified, leaving only the subtle sound of metal rubbing against flesh and blood, which made people's heart palpitate.

Tang Huiru and the others stood aside, their eyes full of concern and pity. Although they had not experienced it personally, the pain was like an invisible thread, tightly wrapped around everyone's heart.

Lin Qingyue's eyes were closed tightly, his brows were furrowed, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, showing that he was suffering from unspeakable pain.

The military doctor's eyes were focused and determined, and every movement he made was precise, as if he was waging a silent battle, vowing to drive death away from this warrior.

At this moment, everyone almost held their breath, and each of their hearts was beating at different frequencies following the military doctor's movements.

With a crisp and heavy "swish" sound, the arrow was finally pulled out of Lin Qingyue's bloody wound, as if a string that had been taut for a long time had broken. A strong smell of blood and a breath of relief instantly filled the air.

The military doctor's hands were steady and his eyes flashed with a barely perceptible sense of fatigue and relief. Lin Qingyue's body trembled violently, followed by a deeper coma, but his tightly furrowed brows seemed to relax a little, as if even the pain was temporarily relieved at this moment.

The arrow, with glaring bloodstains on it, was placed on the plate, making a slight metallic collision sound that echoed in the silent tent.

The candle flame swayed due to the momentary air disturbance, casting mottled light and shadows, adding a tense and solemn atmosphere.

Lin Qingyue's chest heaved violently, and every breath seemed extremely difficult, but a hint of relaxation vaguely appeared on his face, which was the faint light of victory after brushing against death.

Everyone around breathed a sigh of relief. Tang Huiru's eyes were red and her hands were clenched into fists. Her nerves had been tense ever since Lin Qingyue was shot by an arrow.

When she saw the military doctor pulling out the arrow, she felt as if all her strength had been drained away. She staggered and almost fell to her knees, and was supported by Tang Baokun beside her.

She walked to the military doctor with difficulty and asked with trembling red lips: "Mr. Lin...how is it?"

The military doctor looked at Tang Huiru and smiled easily: "Don't worry! He is no longer in danger of death. Just keep a good look after him tonight and make sure he doesn't get a fever.

You look healthy. Take good care of yourself and you will recover soon."