After being reborn, I went on a killing spree in the imperial court.

Suddenly, a ghostly black shadow silently loomed behind Cen Yin. Before she could react, she felt a tremendous force strike her, and then she was violently knocked to the ground.

"Let me go!" Cen Yin shouted in terror, struggling desperately to break free of her restraints.

When she saw who was behind her, she couldn't help but widen her eyes, staring at the person in front of her with disbelief.

An arrow was clearly embedded in Fan Qingli's arm, its tip deeply embedded in the flesh. Blood gushed from the wound, flowing down her arm and dripping onto the ground.

"It's you! What brings you here?"

Without a word, Fan Qingli forcefully pulled out the arrow, grabbed her hand with one hand while holding a knife in the other, and said, "Enough nonsense! Come with me!"

"I am Fan Qingli, an official of the Wei Kingdom. Tell your general to come out and see me!"

Fan Qingli gave a loud command.

Cen Yin didn't know what he wanted to do either.

Negotiate with them?

That's not a good idea.

The commander of the army camp came out.

"You Wei people have quite the audacity to trespass into our Chen army camp."

"This person is from my Wei state, so naturally I must take her away! Is the Chen state truly preparing to become enemies with the Wei state?"

The general clearly didn't believe it. "Ha! You say she's from Wei, so she is? Her eyes and face clearly belong to Shu!"

"This is a friend of His Highness Prince Shuo of Great Wei. Prince Shuo and the Marquis of Zhenbei's subordinates, along with 50,000 troops, all died at the hands of your Chen Kingdom. The Shu army in the vicinity has not yet withdrawn. Are you going to make an enemy of my Wei Kingdom at this time? Chen Kingdom has so many troops to deal with both countries?"

"If the two of us do not return to Liucheng today, then before the Shu army attacks, our Wei army will be at the city gates first. You'd better understand which is more important."

General Chen Guo looked serious and pondered for a long time before finally speaking, "Alright! You can leave!"

The soldiers made way for them, and Fan Qingli pulled Cen Yin along as they walked out.

"Are you telling the truth?" Cen Yin asked in a skeptical whisper.

"Don't speak, don't turn around!"

Fan Qingli gripped her hand tightly, as if trying to transfer all his strength into it. Cen Yin felt as if those hands were iron clamps, gripping her tightly, and even her fingers began to go numb.

This close contact made her heart beat involuntarily in rhythm with the other person's movements, and a tense yet wonderful atmosphere gradually spread.

Fan Qingli nimbly mounted his horse, turned around, and stretched out a hand to pull Cen Yin onto the horse so they could ride together. Just then, his gaze inadvertently swept over Cen Yin's body. Her clothes had been torn to shreds, and her fair skin was faintly visible through the tears.

His eyes flickered slightly, then he quickly withdrew his hand from Cen Yin's outstretched neck, unhesitatingly removing his heavy cloak and gently draping it over her shoulders. The cloak, carrying his warmth and scent, instantly enveloped Cen Yin. He embraced her from behind, holding the reins, offering her warmth and reassurance.

Without a word, the two exchanged a glance and tacitly urged their horses onward, galloping towards Liucheng. The sound of hooves echoed across the empty road, raising a cloud of dust like two flashes of lightning ripped through the silent sky. Their figures receded into the distance, but their hearts, beating faster for each other, remained tightly connected.

Cen Yin put her arm around Fan Qingli's waist and walked for about an hour. Then, Cen Yin couldn't help but say, "Let's rest for a while! The horses need to rest too! They shouldn't be able to catch up from this far away!"

Fan Qingli nodded and pulled on the reins, and the two started a fire in the woods.

Let me bandage your wound for you!

Cen Yin pointed to his arm and tore a strip of cloth from his dress.

"Did you come here specifically to rescue me? Just by yourself?"

Whether it was because she touched him too hard or something else, Fan Qingli frowned.

"Hmm! How could Miss Ayin run around alone at such a critical moment! Do you know what would have happened if I had arrived even a little later?" Fan Qingli scolded.

"I just wanted to steal the detailed drawings of the cannon carriage that Bailu had made, and then destroy the cannon carriage I had finished! Who knew..."

Cen Yin lowered her head.

"Has the prince been found? How is the battle at Liucheng? Why are you here?"

"They've already surrendered! His Majesty said he no longer wants Liucheng, and now the Second Prince is leading troops to search for the Prince's whereabouts."

"What?" Cen Yin's lips twitched, feeling regretful about the matter.

"His Highness would be even more heartbroken if he knew! Fifty thousand soldiers died in Chen, and now so many more have been lost..."

Before Cen Yin could finish speaking, Fan Qingli threw herself into her arms.

"Hey you……"

Cen Yin then realized that Fan Qingli was unconscious.

She touched Fan Qingli's forehead; it was burning hot, like a branding iron.

I have a fever!

Could it be that the arrow I was just shot with was poisoned?

Cen Yin took off his clothes and washed his wound with clean water. The blood left at the wound was black.

It seems he really has been poisoned.

What should we do? She doesn't know anything about medicine, and it's not realistic to go looking for someone nearby. Maybe we should just suck out the poison.

Cen Yin bit down on her wound and sucked out the black blood from her mouth, mouthful by mouthful.

The pain brought Fan Qingli to his senses. He looked at Cen Yin and couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

She spat out poisonous blood and said, "What else can I do? Of course, I'll suck the poison out for you!"

"I don't think this poison will kill anyone; sucking it out should be enough."

Fan Qingli fainted again. She was trembling and covered in cold sweat.

"cold……"

"What? Are you cold?" Cen Yin went to gather some more branches to make the fire burn brighter, and then draped her clothes over him.

Just as Cen Yin was about to stand up, a hand trapped her and pulled her into a warm embrace.

"You, what are you going to do!"

"I am cold……"

Fan Qingli hugged her tightly, resting his head against her chest, making her unable to move.

Cen Yin's heart tightened, and her heart pounded.

"Fan Qingli, I'll let it slide since you saved me once, please don't..."

Her words were swallowed by Fan Qingli's kiss.

"Well……"

Fan Qingli's eyes were glazed over as he made his advances, little by little. Cen Yin had absolutely no ability to resist him, and then she met his kiss.

Fan Qingli pulled away from her lips, and the two embraced, panting heavily to calm their breathing.

"Fan Qingli, do you know what you're doing?"

Fan Qingli grasped her hand, his eyes firm and clear, "I couldn't help myself!"

Cen Yin punched him in the chest, "You're clearly poisoned and out of your mind."

Fan Qingli gently touched her cheek, her gaze fixed on her slightly swollen lips, and softly uttered a few words, "I am perfectly sober."

Cen Yin's purple eyes shone with surprise, joy, and emotion.

The two clung tightly to each other, entwined and inseparable, as if at this moment the whole world consisted only of each other.