Wei Jingzhuo nodded and walked down the stone steps.

For more than a month, he hadn't left the city wall, eating and sleeping at the city gate tower. Now that the enemy's offensive had weakened, he could finally be a little more lenient and go visit Su Wan.

He descended the city wall and walked along the street to the courtyard where wounded soldiers were treated.

The courtyard was brightly lit, with bonfires burning like those on the city wall. Several hundred lightly wounded soldiers were resting in the courtyard. There were dozens of similar courtyards along the street.

Although the courtyard was full of wounded soldiers, no one made a sound, and even when they did talk, they spoke in hushed tones.

Seeing Wei Jingzhuo walk in, everyone silently stood up to greet him. One soldier, whose leg was wrapped in a blood-stained bandage, stood up too quickly, aggravating his leg wound and letting out a groan.

The soldier next to him, whose arm was injured, seemed to have been prepared and quickly stuffed a wooden stick between his teeth. He bit down on it and nodded to Wei Jingzhuo, trembling.

Wei Jingzhuo said to the wounded soldier next to him, "If it hurts, shout it out. Shouting it out will make it stop hurting."

The soldiers shook their heads, and one of them said, "My lord, we cannot shout."

Wei Jingzhuo said, "You are all fierce warriors. It's not shameful to cry out when you're injured."

The wounded soldiers shook their heads. One of them said, "We dare not make a sound. The goddess is asleep, and we are afraid of waking her."

Wei Jingzhuo's expression hardened, and he turned to look at the other wounded soldiers, who were all nodding in agreement.

Among the hundreds of soldiers in the courtyard, not one cried out in pain. Was it because everyone was afraid of waking Su Wan?

He walked past the campfires, and every soldier who stood up, though in pain, was enduring it. Even if they did groan, they would try to keep it quiet.

After passing through a moon gate, there was a small house in front of us, without any lights on.

Lin Qingfeng led several guards who lined up at the door. When they saw him arrive, they stepped forward and bowed, saying, "My lord, the lady has returned from the seriously wounded and has been sleeping for two hours. Should I wake her?"

Wei Jingzhuo didn't say anything, just waved his hand, pushed open the door, and went inside.

Su Wan lay face down on the table with her back to him, snoring softly, a half-eaten pancake still in her hand. The dim moonlight shone on her disheveled long hair, and the cotton coat that had been draped over her shoulders had somehow fallen to the ground.

Wei Jingzhuo tiptoed over, bent down to pick up the cotton coat, and intended to put it back on Su Wan's back.

He covered her with a cotton coat and gently stroked Su Wan's hair. Su Wan suddenly said, "Don't move, take your hand away."

Wei Jingzhuo was taken aback, his hand hovering in mid-air, thinking that Su Wan was angry.

He truly felt that Su Wan had the right to be angry. Both of them were at Xiping Pass, but he remained on the city wall directing the battle, never coming down to see her.

Su Wan did not change her posture and continued to mutter, "Doctor Zhang, don't touch him. His artery may have ruptured. If the arrow is pulled out, he will surely die. Let me do it."

Wei Jingzhuo withdrew his hand, tiptoed out of the room, closed the door, and said to Lin Qingfeng, "Don't let anyone disturb her; she's been too tired lately."

He walked out of the courtyard and headed towards the city wall along the street.

He had only gone halfway when Meng Kuan, accompanied by several generals, rushed up to him, stopped in front of him, and said breathlessly, "Your Highness, I've been looking for you. The Grand General just sent an urgent report..."

Wei Jingzhuo's pupils contracted: "Speak."

"Southern Youzhou...the Southern Chu army has arrived."