The prince stepped on me to get to the top, I angrily flirted with the enemy's hostage

Howling Wind Canyon.

The moonlight was cut by the towering canyon walls, casting a mottled and cold light.

Deep in the canyon, the sound of the wind was like the whimpering of a ghost, perfectly covering up the breathing of the ambushers and the slight friction of armor.

Andre and Su Rou were like dormant cheetahs, hiding in the shadows, their sharp eyes fixed on the winding path below the canyon.

Behind him were nearly a hundred elite warriors holding their breath and concentrating.

Time passed little by little until the dull sound of wheels rolling over gravel and the snorting of camels and horses came from the distance.

A large team appeared at the end of the field of vision, with carts loaded with bulging sacks, and the escorting cavalry vigilantly patrolling the cliffs on both sides.

"Coming." Andre lowered his voice.

Su Rou nodded slightly, her fingers silently stroked across her neck, and made a "kill" gesture.

When the grain team completely entered the ambush circle, Andre waved his hand and gave an order!

"kill--!"

In an instant, logs and rocks fell from the sky, and arrows poured down like heavy rain!

Suddenly, people and horses fell to the ground in the canyon, and the sound of weapons clashing suddenly broke out, breaking the dead silence of the night!

Andre took the lead and rushed into the chaotic enemy camp like a black whirlwind, waving the scimitar in his hand, bringing up a rain of blood.

Su Rou followed closely behind.

The battle became one-sided.

The surprise attack, combined with the geographical advantage, caught the eastern rebels who were transporting food and supplies off guard, throwing their formation into chaos.

However, the trapped beast still fights.

A small rebel leader whose arm was cut off, in his madness before death, suddenly threw the broken knife in his hand towards Su Rou, who was closest to him!

The broken knife was spinning at an extremely fast speed and at a tricky angle!

Andre was chopping down an enemy when he caught a glimpse of a cold light shooting towards Su Rou's profile from the corner of his eye. At that moment, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand and almost jumped out of his throat!

He rushed forward to block without thinking!

But Su Rou's reaction was faster!

She suddenly turned her head at the critical moment!

"laugh--!"

The sharp edge of the broken knife flew across her cheek, cutting off a few strands of her hair, and finally nailed deeply into the wooden frame of the grain cart beside her.

A thin line of blood instantly appeared on Su Rou's fair cheek, and blood slowly seeped out.

Andre's breathing stopped!

But Su Rou didn't even frown!

It was as if the burning pain didn't exist at all.

While dodging by turning her head, she had already thrust out the dagger in her hand, and like a poisonous snake escaping from a hole, it pierced the throat of the knife-throwing rebel with incredible precision!

The madness on the man's face froze instantly, his eyes widened, he groaned a few times, and fell heavily to the ground.

The whole movement was smooth and calm, making people's heart palpitate.

The battle ended quickly.

The rebels were completely wiped out and all the food and supplies were seized.

Andre stood there, watching Su Rou raise her hand expressionlessly and casually rub the bloodstain on her cheek with the back of her hand.

The tiny wound looked particularly glaring against the fair skin.

His heart was still beating fast, and a mixture of fear and indescribable emotions was surging in his chest.

"Clear the battlefield!" He suppressed his strangeness, ordered his subordinates in a deep voice, and then strode towards Su Rou.

Su Rou was lowering her head and subconsciously pressed her waist lightly with her fingers.

After several months of recuperation, although his injuries have not healed, the food in the desert seems... too good?

She felt that the riding clothes that had previously fit her well now seemed a little tight around the waist.

It seems like I've gained some unnecessary fat, and it feels a bit softer...

I have to find an opportunity to move around.

She frowned slightly, not caring at all about the minor injuries on her face.

"Is your face... okay?"

Andre walked up to her, his voice a little deeper and hoarse than usual, his eyes fixed on the bloodstain.

Su Rou looked up at the sound and saw the worry and...

A lingering sense of fear?

She felt a little confused. What was this little injury?

On the battlefield in the Southern Kingdom, she had suffered injuries ten times more serious than this.

She shook her head to indicate that nothing was wrong.

As she moved, her wound was affected, and the slight stinging pain made her eyes remain unchanged.

Andre looked at her nonchalant expression and didn't know what to say for a moment.

He was used to her intelligence, her calmness, and even her calculations, but for the first time he felt so clearly the bravery in her bones that belonged to a top military commander and was almost numb to pain.

A strong urge to take her under his wing and protect her was in sharp conflict with his deep knowledge that she didn't need protection at all, leaving him with mixed feelings.

“…We can’t stay here for long. The journey back to the royal court is too long. Let’s stay in a nearby friendly tribe tonight.” Andre finally looked away and gave his instructions in his normal tone.

The team escorted some of the captured supplies and quickly evacuated the canyon filled with blood, heading towards the nearest medium-sized tribal base that surrendered to the royal court.

The tribal leader had already received the news and was very nervous and prepared the best tents and food to entertain the King of the Desert.

The captain of the accompanying guards was Andre's confidant, and had long seen through his master's unusual feelings for the southern woman.

Seeing that Su Rou had a wound on her cheek and that his master's eyes drifted over from time to time, he rolled his eyes and started to "arrange" things on his own initiative.

He deliberately led Andre to the largest and most comfortable tent and whispered, "King, you will rest here tonight. Miss Su's tent is next to it... the smaller one."

The direction of his finger was clearly another thick felt curtain leading to the inside of the big tent.

That was the inner room usually reserved by the tribal leader for his concubine or personal maid.

Andre frowned, as if he wanted to say something, but after glancing at Su Rou's slightly tired profile and thinking of the injuries on her face, he finally acquiesced to this arrangement and said in a deep voice, "Send some hot water and medicine over."

As the night deepened, the tribe gradually fell silent.

After Andre finished dealing with some military affairs, he thought of Su Rou's injury and felt a little worried.

He picked up the golden medicine brought by the guards, and as if possessed by a ghost, he lifted the thick felt curtain separating the inner and outer rooms and walked in.

There was no light in the room, it was pitch black. Only the faint light from the campfire outside seeped through the cracks in the yurt, barely outlining the outline of the bed.

Andre's footsteps were light, but he had only taken less than two steps into the inner room!

An extremely sharp cold wind suddenly blew in my face!

A cold, hard, and extremely sharp object was accurately pressed against his throat!

If we go in half an inch further, we can cut his throat!

Andre's muscles tensed instantly and his blood almost froze!

He could even feel the chilling chill emanating from the blade and the undisguised murderous intent of the blade wielder!

In the darkness, he met a pair of cold, sharp eyes. Even in the dim light, he could clearly sense the wariness and a hint of anger at having his territory violated.

It’s Su Rou.

She didn't sleep at all!

In other words, any unauthorized approach would instantly trigger her deep-seated vigilance and counterattack instinct!

"It's me." Andre's throat rolled and he spoke in a dry voice. He didn't dare to move at all, for fear that the sharp dagger would cut him in the next second.

The dagger against his throat paused slightly, but did not move away immediately.

Those eyes looked carefully in the darkness, and the murderous intent slowly faded, but the vigilance remained.

After a few seconds, the dagger was slowly withdrawn.

Andre breathed a sigh of relief, but a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

He had no doubt that if it was someone else who had just come in, he would have been a corpse by now.

"Your vigilance... is always so high." He tried to make his tone more relaxed, but found that his voice was still a little tense. He raised the medicine bottle in his hand and said, "I'm just... here to give you medicine."

Su Rou looked at him silently.

In the dim light, the tiny bloodstain on her cheek was faintly visible.

Andre looked at her wary and distant expression, and thought of the fatal threat that had just occurred. The romantic thoughts in his heart had long since vanished, leaving only an indescribable sense of frustration and...

A deeper curiosity.

This woman, like the deepest mystery of the desert, is powerful, calm, beautiful and dangerous.

He tried to get closer, but was always blocked by the invisible wall and was almost hurt by it.

He silently placed the medicine bottle on the low table beside him.

"Go to bed early." In the end, he could only leave these words, turned around and left the inner room, gently lowering the door curtain.

The tent fell into darkness and silence again.

Su Rou held the dagger and stood there for a long time before slowly loosening her fingers.

She walked to the table, picked up the bottle of cold ointment, and unconsciously stroked the bottle with her fingertips. She looked at the slightly swaying door curtain with a complicated and incomprehensible look in her eyes.

in the middle of the night...

What medicine to send?