Jian Yang suddenly felt her heart skip a beat.

Amidst the chaos of war, she unexpectedly experienced a long-lost sense of security.

This was a feeling she had never experienced before, having traveled to this world alone.

However, the current situation did not allow her to dwell on these emotions for too long. There were too many wounded soldiers waiting for her to treat, and the battle situation between Jian Hong and the enemy was constantly on her mind.

The hug lasted only a few moments before ending.

The emperor had to stand up and continue to boost the morale of the army, while Jian Yang took advantage of the moment when the enemy stopped firing arrows to quickly treat the wounded soldiers.

However, the situation on the city wall was too dangerous at the moment, so she could only arrange for people to carry the wounded soldiers down the wall first.

Before leaving the city wall, she glanced back at the battle situation outside the city gate and almost vomited.

Beneath the city walls, torches illuminated the battlefield as bright as day. The cavalry and infantry of both sides were already locked in fierce combat, with countless corpses scattered on the ground, trampled by men and horses until they turned into a bloody mess.

At this point, people had completely lost their humanity and turned into tireless killing machines.

Everyone fought fiercely, their bodies covered in blood, wielding their knives and relentlessly hacking at each other.

You either kill someone or get killed.

"Take the Empress away immediately!"

The emperor immediately gave orders to the guards beside him.

Jian Yang waved to the guards who were about to help her, took a deep breath, and went down the city wall on her own.

It turns out that real war is far more brutal than depicted in movies and TV shows.

At times like these, she grew increasingly angry.

That old scoundrel, the King of Dingbian, actually went so far as to launch a war for his own selfish gain.

Such an inhuman scourge must never remain in the world.

After taking a few deep breaths of fresh air, Jian Yang immediately threw herself into the work of treating the wounded soldiers.

She couldn't bear to see living beings disappear before her eyes, so she tirelessly and frantically saved people.

So much so that he eventually collapsed from exhaustion.

When Jian Yang opened her eyes again, two days had passed.

It was evening, and the sky outside the window was covered with a large expanse of sunset. Birds chirped occasionally, and the quilt exuded a warm feeling.

Everything seemed peaceful and serene.

It was as if that night, filled with war and slaughter, was just a dream.

"Lianxia." Jian Yang called out, only to find her throat so dry it felt like it was on fire.

Lianxia ran in upon hearing the noise, and her eyes immediately welled up with tears upon seeing Jian Yang.

"Your Highness, you're finally awake! We were terrified!"

Jian Yang smiled at her, then said in a hoarse voice, "Water."

Lianxia quickly ran over and poured her a cup of ginseng tea.

“Your Majesty, please drink first,” Lianxia said excitedly. “This servant will go and invite the Emperor over right away. He will be very happy to know that you have woken up.”

Before Jian Yang could even call out to her, she had already dashed out.

She really wanted to ask which side won the final battle, and who helped her take a bath and change her clothes after she fainted.

Jian Yang gulped down a cup, but it didn't quench her thirst at all.

So she dragged her still sore body up and poured herself a second cup.

Just as she finished drinking, the emperor, dressed in a black brocade robe, rushed in and embraced her tightly.

Jian Yang was stunned.

The strange feeling of being embraced by him on the city wall returned to her body.

She suddenly felt her heart racing and her whole body burning.

"We have won!" the emperor exclaimed excitedly. "Your brother not only won the battle, but also recaptured the cities he had recovered."

Wow.

Jian Yang was also somewhat excited.

The emperor released her and instead cupped her face in his hands. "Don't worry, I will definitely give you a peaceful and prosperous world, a peaceful and prosperous world without war."

"Splash! Splash! Splash!"

Jian Yang's heart began to pound uncontrollably, so loudly that she could hear it herself.

What's so impressive about a domineering CEO's speech? A speech by an emperor is truly awesome!

But why was he cupping her face in his hands while he was talking?

And why are we getting closer and closer?!

Just as the emperor's gaze was fixed on her lips and their faces were drawing closer, the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Ayang! Your brother has come to see you!" Jian Hong rushed in with the speed of the wind and immediately saw the two of them standing together in an ambiguous manner.

He was long past the age of being naive, and upon seeing this scene, he knew he had ruined their good time.

So he immediately said "sorry" and ran out.

The two people left inside looked at each other, then burst out laughing.

Once the atmosphere is gone, it's naturally difficult to continue.

The emperor sat with Jian Yang for a while longer until Eunuch Zhang came to call him, saying that an envoy from a neighboring country was requesting an audience, at which point he hurriedly left.

Only after he left did Jian Yang let out a long sigh of relief.

That's terrible.

Who wouldn't be tempted by a handsome man who holds power and promises to give you the world?

Any woman would find it impossible to resist this.

Jian Yang also admitted that over the past few days, she had indeed developed unusual feelings for the emperor.

Let's leave it at that.

If she were a native of ancient times, she would surely have gladly accepted such an offensive from the emperor.

But she happens to be a modern woman who has been influenced by the concept of monogamous marriage.

She could play along with the emperor, but she absolutely could not accept sharing a husband with many other women.

What good is power? What good is being handsome?

The mere thought of spending the rest of her life in jealousy and vying for the affections of other women immediately deflated her.

Moreover, the imperial family is the most ruthless of all.

Emperors are creatures without hearts; they are incapable of loving a woman for an extended period of time.

Why should she cripple herself for a fleeting love, trapping herself forever in that deep palace?

Love is precious, but freedom is even more valuable.

So, Dame.

After quickly composing herself, Jian Yang cleared her mind of those romantic notions. After finishing two bowls of rice, she picked up her medicine kit and went out again.

Inside the imperial city, the Prince of Dingbian was furious upon receiving the news of the victory.

He deliberately left a group of unruly soldiers in the city with Zheng Yan so that the emperor and his entourage would suffer a defeat.

But to his utter surprise, the emperor and Jian Hong not only won over the soldiers, but also recovered the fallen city.

Now all his plans and wishful thinking have fallen through.

He knew that the emperor was no longer the puppet he could manipulate. After much deliberation, he entered the palace.

At this moment, Zhou Kun had just returned from the Imperial Academy and was heading towards Weiyang Palace.

"Your Highness, please wait."

The King of Dingbian blocked Zhou Kun's path.

Zhou Kun looked at him coldly; despite his young age, his eyes were full of imposing aura.

If Jian Yang saw this scene, she would definitely be shocked.

This child, with his melancholy eyes and deep-seated cunning, is nowhere to be seen as the obedient little white rabbit he once was!