What Lu Qiqi was referring to was naturally the battle robes worn by the Tartars when they provoked the enemy outside the city, as well as General Feng's skin and bones.

The generals and commanders of the Great Jin Dynasty must not allow the Tatars to be humiliated like this!

Song Yanqing replied, "It hasn't been found yet."

Lu Qiqi's expression stiffened, and then she heard Song Yanqing add, "I have already sent the Shadow Guards out of the city to search, but the battlefield is in chaos, and it will be difficult to find them in a short time."

This is to be expected; when an army of 100,000 attacks the Great Jin, the phrase "mountains of corpses and seas of blood" would not be an exaggeration.

Moreover, with the continuous light snow outside the city these past few days, it's not surprising that the human skin drum and the bone were buried by the wind and snow.

Lu Qiqi was too tired last night. She didn't tell Song Yanqing about many things that happened when she went out of the city to rescue Qin Shiyu.

Preparations must be made as soon as possible regarding Tadar's death.

After all, she couldn't quite grasp the Tatar king's thoughts, and she didn't know if the border would soon face another major battle.

When Song Yanqing heard Lu Qiqi say that Tadar had been killed by her with a single blow, the light in her eyes lingered for a long time.

Lu Qiqi reminded us, "Shouldn't we make arrangements as soon as possible?"

When I went to the Tartar camp, I found they were terrified.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to rescue Qin Shiyu from a camp of tens of thousands of people by killing the commander.

Song Yanqing said, "We need to make preparations in advance, but we also need to make a detailed plan."

Lu Qiqi didn't know much about warfare, so after telling Song Yanqing the important information, she went to the wounded soldiers' camp.

She had previously listened to Nineteen's advice that after the great battle, Feng Yu'er stayed in the military camp with the servants of the Feng family to treat the wounded soldiers.

Although this matter did not comply with military regulations, Song Yanqing did not say much, so Imperial Physician Ren had no choice but to turn a blind eye and let it pass.

He instructed Feng Yu'er and her attendants to stay in the military camp to help.

The wounded soldiers' camp is always the busiest place after the war. Doctors are eager to have help and no one would say a word about it.

When Lu Qiqi entered the wounded soldiers' camp, she saw that the apron around Feng Yuer's waist was stained with blood.

Those are all traces left from treating wounded soldiers.

Feng Yu'er only had eyes for the wounded, and she quickly and skillfully stitched up the injured soldiers.

After handing the gauze to Feng Yu'er on Monday, he looked up and saw Lu Qiqi. He put down the medicine bottle in his hand and walked quickly towards Lu Qiqi.

Zhou Yi looked uneasy and stood an arm's length away from Lu Qiqi. He said urgently, "Qiqi, Miss Feng has been busy in the wounded soldiers' camp since the beginning of the war."

Her eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, and no amount of persuasion to rest could help.

If I keep pushing myself like this, my body won't be able to take it, and I'll definitely break down.

She listens to you the most, why don't you go and try to persuade her?

This was the first time on Monday that someone had addressed her like that, and Lu Qiqi didn't immediately react.

When she came to her senses, she looked the two of them over and figured that a lot must have happened when they were studying at the Feng residence on Monday.

But when she thought about how Feng Yu'er was using busyness to numb herself and avoid facing the situation before General Feng's death, thus neglecting her own health, she realized that Feng Yu'er was doing this.

The thought of this made her feel as if she were being pricked by a dense network of needles.

She understood Feng Yu'er, just as Feng Yu'er had handed her the list of deceased Lu Dashan.

At the same time, I feel sorry for Feng Yu'er, just as Feng Yu'er was unable to tell her in person the news of Lu Dashan's death.

But if you live in the present, you have to look forward. General Feng was a brave man all his life, and he probably wouldn't want to see Feng Yu'er ruining her body like this.

Before Lu Qiqi could make a move, An Jiu walked into the wounded soldiers' camp and said to Lu Qiqi, "Princess, General Feng... has been found."

Upon hearing this, the gauze in Feng Yu'er's hand suddenly fell to the ground and rolled in mud.

When the group arrived at the city gate, they saw a large number of soldiers gathered there, all with red eyes. Several men, especially those with sensitive tear ducts, began to sob and weep.

Feng Yu'er pushed through the crowd and saw the red drum in front of her, with neatly folded red battle robes on top of it, and white, gleaming bones beside it.

Her breathing suddenly became rapid, and then everything went black.

"Yu'er!"

"Yu'er!"

Two voices rang out simultaneously. Zhou Yi was one step faster than Lu Qiqi and quickly pulled the person into his arms around the waist to prevent him from falling to the ground.

Lu Qiqi quickly squatted down to take Feng Yuer's pulse.

Zhou Yi's face was grim. He stared intently at Feng Yu'er's pale face and asked anxiously, "How is she? What happened to her? Why did she suddenly faint?"

Lu Qiqi pursed her lips, ignoring Zhou Yi's questions and focusing on taking Feng Yu'er's pulse.

A moment later, she gave Feng Yu'er a nitroglycerin pill before saying, "She was so angry that she couldn't rest for too long, and she couldn't bear what she saw, which is why she is like this."

Zhou Yi tightened his grip on Feng Yu'er's hand. "Will her life be in danger?"

Lu Qiqi said, "No, I just gave her a nitroglycerin pill, so her life is not in danger."

As she spoke, she looked at the human skin drum in front of her and said, "A heart ailment is hard to cure."

Everyone present understood what Lu Qiqi meant.

An Jiu dismissed the surrounding soldiers, and Lu Qiqi stood up before saying, "Zhou Yi, I'll be here. You take Yu'er back to rest first."

On Monday, he glanced at the red drum; its bright red body was particularly eye-catching. But he had no better idea at the moment, so he said, "Okay."

After saying that, he carried Feng Yu'er away.

Feng Yu'er regained consciousness two days later.

When she woke up, she found herself back in the Feng residence. When she opened her eyes, she saw the familiar purple bed curtains.

Memories of the time before she fainted flooded her mind like a jumbled mess.

Feng Yu'er straightened up. She was wearing only a thin shirt, and her hair was cascading down like a black waterfall. Ignoring the cold weather, she threw off the quilt and tried to get out of bed.

With a creak, the door opened, causing her to stop in her tracks as she tried to get out of bed.

Before long, she saw Lu Qiqi's figure.

"Seven Seven".

Feng Yu'er's voice was hoarse, and even though she only spoke two words, it sounded as if she had sand in her mouth.

Lu Qiqi handed her a cup of spiritual spring water and said, "Drink some water first to fill your stomach, then I'll take you somewhere."

In this world, if we were to say who Feng Yu'er trusts the most, besides Old Madam Feng, it would be Lu Qiqi standing before her.

She nodded, quickly washed up and ate, only to realize that she had been unconscious for two days.

The two walked out of the Feng residence's gate, where a carriage had been waiting for them for some time.

On Monday, I saw Feng Yu'er walking out of the Feng residence with Lu Qiqi by her arm. Her face was still pale and sickly, but she was much better than she had been bedridden for the past two days.

The two boarded the carriage, and Feng Yu'er could no longer help but ask Lu Qiqi, "Where are we going?"

Lu Qiqi lifted the curtain on the side of the carriage and looked out onto the street.

Upon hearing this, he finally met Feng Yu'er's gaze and said seriously, "To Ci'an Temple!"