As dawn broke, the warships and troops of the Great Qi army withdrew from the North Wujiang River and retreated southwards. The dark battle flags fluttered in the wind, making a whooshing sound as they pierced the air.
Chu Changning didn't know how long he had been lying there, but when he felt a heat on his face, he opened his eyes in a daze.
There was hardly anyone around, and the blinding white light shone down, warming my face and body.
She propped herself up and walked to the side of the ship. Seeing all the warships heading downstream, she remembered the figures that had broken through the water before she fainted and hurriedly asked.
"Have you found His Majesty?"
The soldier next to him grunted in response, his face expressionless.
Chu Changning's tense heart suddenly broke, and a look of joy appeared on his pale face.
She peeked out and looked at the main ship a few times.
The entire warship was surrounded by a dense, impenetrable mass of soldiers.
She had no choice but to look away and head into the cabin.
From Beiwujiang River to the Endless Sea of Daqi, and then south across the Endless Sea, lies the border of Daqi.
Once inside the pass, Elder Liang waited in the city lord's mansion. Upon seeing the unconscious person brought back, he quickly went inside.
Chu Changning returned in a carriage. She hadn't seen Yan Beimo until she arrived at the city lord's mansion, when she learned that he had been poisoned and was unconscious.
"Nighthawk".
She walked around the corridor and saw a group of people guarding the door, and quickly called out to them.
Hearing the sound, Night Hawk looked up and hurriedly descended the stone steps. "Madam."
His Majesty has been unconscious since being rescued, and he was so busy that he forgot about him.
"How is His Majesty?"
"Old Master Liang and the imperial physician are both inside."
Chu Changning glanced inside the room and asked, "How did you get poisoned? Was it from the Western Regions?"
Night Hawk nodded, "Yes, the poison on that golden arrow was made by a great shaman from the Western Regions, who is Elder Liang's junior brother and is extremely skilled in poisons."
A figure suddenly flashed through Chu Changning's mind, and he took a deep breath.
Seeing that her face was pale and that the wound on her palm had not been treated in time, leaving a shallow scar, Night Hawk took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket and handed it to her.
"Madam, please treat your wound first."
Chu Changning took it, applied some medicine casually, and then waited outside with the others.
A breeze stirred, startling flocks of birds into flight; only when night fell did activity begin inside.
The room was filled with the strong smell of medicine. Old Liang had been busy all day and was so tired that he lay on the small couch to relax. When he saw the people who rushed in, he straightened up and went back to his room to sleep.
"Ten thousand taels of gold! It's such a long way, it's exhausted me."
Night Hawk hurriedly followed, "How is His Majesty?"
Old Liang casually remarked, "If he doesn't wake up tomorrow, there's no hope."
The room was brightly lit by candlelight, and all the imperial physicians packed up their medicine chests and left.
As Chu Changning heard the receding figure and looked at the pale, thin figure lying on the couch, his face instantly turned pale.
She walked over and bent down, slowly parting his inner garment. Below his ribs, there was a thick bandage wrapped around his body, with faint traces of blood seeping through.
A searing pain shot through her, and she looked away, tucking the blanket around herself.
The night was deep, and the voices of the generals could be heard from outside from time to time. Chu Changning extinguished the candle, knelt on the footstool by the bed, and took a nap.
She couldn't sleep, and she carefully examined the contours of his face.
The moonlight outside the round window enveloped his face, his pale lips and raven-black sideburns, his cool glow seemingly flowing with the clear radiance of moonlight.
She reached out and touched him, her slender, cool fingers brushing over his eyebrows, eyes, and nose, lingering on his lips.
When they parted, they were still in a cold war. Later, she fell off the city wall and almost perished in a snow cave. He risked his life to save her.
The snow cave was terrifyingly cold. She lost all five senses, and the avalanche and the boundless sea ravaged and buried her, as if she were being swallowed by the ocean, filled with despair.
She thought she was really going to die, and then he appeared.
The past, hidden deep in my memory, flashed through my mind inch by inch, like surging seawater bursting forth.
From the initial three broken bone nails to the later golden arrow piercing the heart, everything flashed before my eyes like a fleeting glimpse.
She looked at him, stared at him intently, and silently, tears streamed down her face.
Suddenly, fireworks lit up the sky outside. On this Lantern Festival, countless fireworks shone brightly and made a loud noise.
Chu Changning heard the sound and looked through the round window.
The sound of firecrackers filled the air, and fireworks burst brilliantly in the sky, bringing back memories of that New Year.
The deliberately suppressed emotions erupted like a landslide, and she suddenly burst into tears.
The new moon shone brightly, and the fireworks in the sky grew more and more brilliant, their magnificent light illuminating the entire round window with dazzling splendor.
In the silent room, a weak and cold voice suddenly rang out.
"Why are you crying?"
Chu Changning, who had been covering his face, froze, then turned around in a panic and saw the person who had opened their eyes.
The surroundings fell silent in an instant.
Their eyes met in mid-air. His eyes, like those of a wolf, were fixed on her face, dark and piercing, like a turbulent whirlpool at the bottom of the sea, ready to devour her.
The crescent moon hung like a hook, and fireworks continued to bloom in the sky, their crackling sounds echoing incessantly.
The dazzling fireworks illuminated their intertwined gazes, her dark eyes fixed silently on him.
He was dressed in white, his dark hair partially obscuring his face. He slightly propped himself up to look at her from the side. His handsome face was elegant and refined. The bright moon outside the window made him seem as if he were shrouded in a layer of frost.
"I'm not dead yet."
A myriad of thoughts surged and complicated, and many images flew in rapidly from the distant horizon.
Chu Changning subconsciously turned her head away and wiped away the tears on her face.
"You're awake. I'll go get the doctor for you."
Although her voice was low, you could still hear the hoarseness in it.
Yan Beimo saw her about to leave and shouted domineeringly.
"come over."
She paused, her back stiffening slightly, but before she could move, a loud noise came from behind her, and she turned around in surprise.
The light and shadows dimmed in front of her, and she was suddenly embraced by him.
A familiar, crisp aura enveloped her, and his tall figure instantly enveloped her tightly.
His arms were so strong, and he held her so tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his body.
Chu Changning let out a low groan and grabbed his collar.
Yan Beimo lowered his head to look at her, and the moment their bodies touched, the real touch stirred ripples in his stagnant heart.
He held her tightly, looking down at her with a burning, deep gaze.
The two were so close that they could clearly sense each other's presence, and Chu Changning naturally noticed their intense gaze.
She tried to pull away from his embrace with a slight effort.
But he wouldn't let go, he wouldn't move an inch, his calloused hands holding her tightly in his arms.
Chu Changning buried her face in his chest and noticed blood seeping from his bandaged wound. She reminded him, "Your wound has reopened."
Yan Beimo seemed not to hear, staring greedily at her before speaking.
"Chu Changning, I thought you were dead."
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