Shocking! The actress was dragged to the regent's bedchamber every night.

The two swords clashed, with Yu Chen's sword pressing down on Qi Zexun's sword.

Qi Zexun's blade was pressed against his shoulder armor, causing the metal plate to dent.

He gripped the reins with his left hand, forcing the horse to take two steps back, its hooves scraping several marks on the snow.

Yu Chen withdrew his sword and slashed down again, the blade carrying his murderous aura.

Qi Zexun raised his sword to parry, but the sword was shaken and deflected by half an inch.

The area between my thumb and forefinger was split open, and blood was seeping out from between my fingers.

Yu Chen gave him no chance to catch his breath, and the blade came slashing down again.

It's still the same location.

Qi Zexun's shoulder armor had a tear, and blood was gushing out, flowing down the lines of the breastplate.

His horse took two steps back, its head tilting slightly. He pulled on the reins to straighten it.

However, before the sword could be raised, Yu Chen's third strike had already arrived.

The knife slid across the back of his blade, slicing off two pieces of metal from his shoulder armor.

The fragments fell onto the snow with two soft tinkling sounds.

His right arm drooped down, and although he still held the knife, he couldn't lift it.

The next second, Yu Chen's knife was held against his neck, the blade brushing against his skin.

Yu Chen glanced at the Shadow Falcon.

Shadow Falcon immediately jumped off his horse, grabbed Qi Zexun's arm, and dragged him off the horse.

He pushed Qi Zexun forward a little.

Qi Zexun's knee hit the snow with a dull thud.

Yu Chen remained mounted on his horse, the tip of his sword pointed at the back of Yu Chen's head, not withdrawing it.

The wind passed between the two men, and Qi Zexun's shoulder was still bleeding.

Yu Chen sheathed the knife.

As the blade was removed from Qi Zexun's neck, Qi Zexun's Adam's apple bobbed.

Blood seeped from the skin, a thin trickle running down the neck.

Yu Chen sheathed his sword.

He then turned his head and glanced at the Shadow Falcon.

Shadow Falcon immediately grabbed Qi Zexun by the back of his collar and lifted him up from the snow.

Qi Zexun's knees had been hitting the ground for too long, and his legs were no longer under his control, causing him to fall forward uncontrollably.

Shadow Falcon used his knee to brace against his waist, stabilizing him.

"Tie them up," Yu Chen ordered coldly.

Shadow Falcon pulled a piece of rope from his waist and tied Qi Zexun's hands behind his back.

The rope wrapped around his wrist twice, digging into his flesh.

Then she gave him a push.

Qi Zexun stumbled and was led by Ying Falcon toward Nanhuai.

Upon seeing this, the Kitahara camp...

Several lieutenants rode forward a few steps, but then reined in their horses.

The archers from Nanhuai had already aimed their arrows at them, making it impossible for them to break through the encirclement.

Someone called out "Your Highness".

The sound traveled from the front of the line to the back and back again.

It all blended into a buzzing, noisy cacophony.

The commander's flag in Kitahara was still fluttering in the wind, but there was no one under it anymore.

Qi Zexun was led across the snow, his boots leaving a long trail in the snow.

The armor was covered in mud and blood.

His hair was disheveled, with a few strands hanging down beside his face.

He looked disheveled.

A shout erupted from the Nanhuai formation.

"Your Highness is mighty!"

"Your Highness is mighty!"

One sound after another.

Someone held a knife above their head and waved it in the air.

Someone slammed their shield into the ground, making a thud that sent snowflakes flying.

The shouts mingled with the sounds of swords and shields clashing, making it impossible to discern who was shouting what.

Yu Chen rode his horse past the formation, the tip of his sword pointing downwards, blood dripping from the blade onto the snow.

He didn't look to either side, nor did he look at the soldiers cheering with their swords and shields.

He rode his horse to the front of the main tent and dismounted.

He glanced at the Shadow Falcon. "Imprison it. No one is allowed to approach without my order."

"Yes," Shadow Falcon replied, leading Qi Zexun toward the back of the camp.

Qi Zexun was pushed along and fell to the ground.

The Shadow Falcon grabbed his arm, pulled him up, and pushed him forward.

…………

in the apartment.

Su Wuli suddenly opened her eyes.

She blinked, her eyes darted around under her eyelids, and her gaze slowly focused.

Her apartment.

She's back.

He was lying on the sofa, with a soft cushion beneath him and a backrest against a pillow.

Su Wuli stretched her fingers out from under the blanket and held them up to her eyes.

Her heart was pounding uncontrollably, bursting out of her chest.

The impact made her ribs ache.

I couldn't help but press my hand to my chest, my palm against the spot where my heart is beating.

You can clearly feel the pulsation in your fingers.

Her breathing was as rapid as a drowning person being rescued; she didn't know how long she had been panting.

Only when I felt the real rise and fall of my chest did I turn my gaze away from that light.

My throat feels tight.

Su Wuli swallowed, her throat aching.

He pulled his hand out from under the blanket and touched his neck.

My fingers touched the hollow of my collarbone, paused there for a moment, and then continued to move upwards.

I touched his throat.

Then he pulled his finger back and looked at it in front of his eyes for a long time.

My fingers were still trembling slightly, from the fingertips to the base.

She clenched her fists and tucked them into the blanket.

I closed my eyes, then opened them again.

The ceiling is still the same ceiling.

She rolled over and buried her face in the cushion, which smelled only of laundry detergent.

She took a breath, inhaled deeply, held it for a moment, and then exhaled.

He pulled the blanket over his head and covered himself with it.

It was dark under the blanket, and only her own breathing was amplified in the darkness.

She had no idea how long she had been there in a daze.

Until I heard my phone vibrate on the coffee table.

Su Wuli pulled the blanket off her face and looked at her phone screen, which was lit up.

Reach out and grab the phone.

GG information.

I stared at that GG for two seconds, then tossed my phone back onto the coffee table.

Only then did he look down and see the deep red Kitahara clothing he was wearing.

He then sat up, his stomach churning.

The acid rushed to her throat, but she swallowed it back down.

He immediately stood up from the sofa and strode towards the bedroom.

I kicked off my shoes and stepped barefoot onto the floor, a chill creeping up from the soles of my feet.

She immediately took off her clothes as soon as she entered the bedroom.

The deep red outer robe fell to the ground, and the inner garment also fell to the ground.

Su Wuli kicked them into a corner, not wanting to see them again.

As the hot water sizzled down, she closed her eyes, ran her fingers through her hair, and rubbed her scalp with her fingertips.

The shampoo foam slid down my neck.

Squeeze some shower gel into your palm, lather it up, and apply it to your arms.

I rubbed my whole body several times.

Rub your skin until it turns red.

She turned off the tap, stood for a moment, and then reached for a bath towel to wrap herself in.

The mirror was fogged up by water vapor, so she reached out and wiped the surface to reveal her face.

His face was very pale, his lips were bloodless, and there was a dark bluish-black ring under his eyes.

After looking at her face in the mirror for two seconds, Su Wuli wrapped the bath towel tightly around herself and turned to leave.

I pulled a white cotton nightgown out of the closet and put it on.

I walked to the bedside, lifted the covers, and lay down.

She closed her eyes, her fingers slowly curling under the blanket.

She came back to life.