She sat up abruptly and found herself being taken away from the battlefield by Qi Guze's men.

"Stop! I want to go back!" Xu Yuehuai shouted hurriedly, but the carriage continued to move forward without any intention of stopping.

She was extremely anxious; Qi Guze's resoluteness and stubbornness were like a knife twisting in her heart.

As night fell, the carriage finally came to a stop. The guards lit a campfire and sat around it.

Seeing that the opportunity was rare, Xu Yuehuai took out a porcelain bottle from her bosom, which contained the sleeping potion that Xia Sen had given her.

She quietly approached a guard, then suddenly raised her hand and splashed the sleeping potion on his face.

"Ah!" the guard cried out in alarm, his body going limp. Xu Yuehuai quickly dragged him to the side of the carriage, jumped into the driver's seat, whipped the horse, and the carriage sped away.

It was late at night when she returned to the battlefield. The soldiers were all shocked to see her.

She ignored them, jumped off the carriage, and asked urgently, "Where is Qi Guze's camp?"

One of the soldiers hesitated for a moment, but still pointed to the tent not far away.

Xu Yuehuai took a deep breath and strode over. Lifting the tent flap, Qi Guze's figure immediately came into view.

He was applying medicine to his injured arm, his expression focused and indifferent. Hearing the sound, he looked up and showed obvious surprise when he saw Xu Yuehuai.

"How did you end up here?" Qi Guze's voice carried a hint of confusion and anger.

Xu Yuehuai did not answer his question, but walked quickly to him, her eyes filled with tears: "Qi Guze, why did you drive me away? You know I was willing to give everything for you."

A complex emotion flashed in Qi Guze's eyes. He turned his head away, his voice a little hoarse: "I don't want you to be in danger."

“But I can’t feel at ease with you here alone.” Xu Yuehuai gripped his arm tightly, her eyes firm and determined. “Let me stay, okay? Let me face all of this with you.”

Qi Guze was silent for a moment, then turned his head and looked at her deeply: "Alright, you stay. But you must follow my instructions and not act rashly."

Xu Yuehua nodded, a bright smile spreading across her face. She knew that as long as her loved one was by her side, she could bravely face any difficulties and obstacles ahead.

Next, Xu Yuehuai carefully applied ointment to Qi Guze's injured arm. Her eyes were focused and gentle, as if in that instant, everything around them disappeared, leaving only the two of them.

Suddenly, a doctor appeared in front of the tent flap. He was stunned; the scene before him astonished him.

He watched as Xu Yuehuai gently bandaged Qi Guze's wounds, his heart filled with surprise and doubt.

He quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I didn't mean it. You two continue, continue!" Then he quietly pulled the curtain closed and left the tent.

Inside the tent, Xu Yuehuai and Qi Guze smiled at each other. Qi Guze's eyes were full of gratitude, and his voice was soft and gentle, "Thank you, Yuehuai."

Xu Yuehuai smiled and shook her head. "There's no need for formalities between us."

As night deepened, the two enjoyed a simple dinner together. Under the warm lamplight, their shadows stretched long against the tent wall, as if trying to freeze this moment of peace and warmth in time.

Qi Guze carefully served Xu Yuehuai food, his movements exuding composure and calmness. His eyes were deep, gleaming in the dim light, as if concealing endless stories and emotions.

"Eat more, you need to replenish your energy," Qi Guze said softly. His voice was deep and magnetic, making people feel at ease and comfortable.

"OK!"

Xu Yuehua nodded slightly, her eyes revealing a hint of gratitude and tenderness.

They didn't speak much, but every word was filled with warmth and sincerity. An indescribable tranquility and harmony permeated the tent.

After finishing his meal, he prepared for the next day's journey. His movements were practiced and methodical, clearly those of an experienced soldier.

Looking at him, Xu Yuehuai couldn't help but feel a sense of respect and reassurance.

As night deepened, they lay on the same bed, chatting about things on the battlefield. Xu Yuehuai lay in the tent, listening to the howling wind outside, yet her heart was unusually calm. Qi Guze's composure and calmness made her feel safe and secure; she knew that in this unfamiliar environment, with him by her side, she was no longer alone.

Qi Guze recounted the cruelty and heroism of war, his voice filled with determination and courage. His eyes shone with wisdom, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

Xu Yuehuai listened quietly, her eyes filled with admiration and love for Qi Guze. She could feel Qi Guze's determination and understood that he had sacrificed so much for the common people.

A warm feeling welled up inside her; at that moment, she felt like the happiest woman in the world. They talked for a long time, until the night was deep and quiet.

The lights inside the tent were off, with only moonlight filtering through the tent's gaps and spilling onto the ground.

Qi Guze's voice gradually lowered, and his eyelids began to droop, but he still insisted on staying with Xu Yuehuai.

Looking at Qi Guze's exhausted expression, Xu Yuehuai felt a pang of tenderness in her heart. She gently took Qi Guze's hand and placed it on her chest, her heart beating in sync with his.

Qi Guze felt Xu Yuehuai's warmth and tenderness, and a warm current surged in his heart.

He turned his head slightly to look at Xu Yuehuai's profile. The moonlight shone on her face, making her look even more beautiful and charming.

"Yue Huai, you are the most important person in my life," Qi Guze said softly, his voice filled with tenderness and affection.

Xu Yuehuai didn't speak; she just held Qi Guze's hand tightly, her tears sliding down onto the back of his hand, warm and moist.

She knew that this moment of warmth and peace would become one of the most precious memories of their lives.

As night fell, the lights in the tent were turned off, leaving only the moonlight to illuminate their figures. Their shadows stretched long on the tent wall, as if trying to freeze this moment of peace and warmth in time.

Looking at Qi Guze's peaceful sleeping face, Xu Yuehuai was filled with emotion. This man had sacrificed so much for his country and people.

She gently reached out and stroked Qi Guze's cheek, her eyes sparkling with tears.

Meanwhile, Qi Guze also had a dream that night. He dreamt of the fierce battles on the battlefield and his comrades who had sacrificed their lives, as well as Xu Yuehuai's warm smile and fearless spirit. He understood that it was precisely because of these brave and fearless people that they were able to win this war.

Their breathing gradually became calm and even, and accompanied by the distant sounds of artillery fire from the battlefield, they slowly drifted off to sleep.