Chapter 262 Xiao Ye stayed by Lu Zhaoruo's side all night while she was injured.
Inside the Lu residence, the lights were on.
Dai Fu carefully cleaned Lu Zhaoruo's wound, reapplied the medicine and bandaged it properly. He stood up and whispered to Xiao Yeming, who was standing guard beside him, "General, don't worry. Although the wound on Madam Lu's arm is deep, fortunately it did not damage the tendons or bones. However, she has lost too much blood, and coupled with her exhaustion these past few days, her body is completely weak. She needs to rest and recuperate for a while."
Xiao Yeming nodded slightly, but his gaze remained fixed on the pale, paper-like face on the bed, never looking away.
Sun Jing stepped forward and gave a detailed account of the attack in the suburbs.
The more Xiao Yeming listened, the more his brows furrowed, and his hands, which were behind his back, quietly clenched into fists.
After reporting, Sun Jing did not immediately leave.
He stood there with his head bowed, his lips moving slightly as if he had something left unsaid.
The assassins' well-trained skills, their seamless teamwork, and the specific codes they used during their retreat were like sharp thorns, constantly pricking at his long-forgotten memories.
He could almost determine the origins of these people.
If we can inform General Xiao, we can find out who is behind this plot against my wife...
But... once he opens his mouth, he will inevitably expose his shameful past as a killer.
What will his wife think of him then? Will she still allow him to stay by her side?
Xiao Yeming, being extremely perceptive, immediately noticed the change in his expression and asked in a deep voice, "What is it? Is there anything else?"
Sun Jing snapped back to reality and swallowed back the words that were already on the tip of his tongue.
He quickly composed himself, regaining his usual respectfulness and silence, and bowed his head, saying, "It's nothing urgent. It's just... the memory of the assassin's ruthless methods still makes me uneasy. I'll take my leave now."
After saying this, he bowed and left the room.
Xiao Yeming stared in the direction he left, his gaze deep. Sun Jing's struggle and hesitation just now did not escape his eyes.
He had a sudden doubt in his mind, but he did not point it out on the spot.
The room fell silent, with only the faint sound of the flickering candlelight.
Xiao Yeming stared at Lu Zhaoruo's weak face, filled with regret.
He regretted not insisting on going with her; if he had been there, he would never have let her suffer such a serious injury.
The image of her riding alongside Meng Xi, leaning against him, flashed through his mind again, and a nameless fire mixed with bitterness suddenly rose up, burning his heart.
Why did he happen to appear on that road by such a coincidence?
Xiao Yeming muttered to himself, a cold doubt flashing in his eyes.
At this moment.
He glanced at the strip of cloth that had been used to wrap the wound on the table next to him and immediately burned it.
Night was falling.
In her dazed state, Lu Zhaoruo once again fell into the dream that had haunted her for many years.
The north wind whipped up sharp snowflakes, and the world was shrouded in a chaotic, desolate expanse.
The general's figure, clad in gilded fish-scale armor, appeared blurred yet resolute in the wind and snow.
His knees were shoved deep into the snow, and he was moving with extreme difficulty, kneeling as he took one step at a time, each step seemingly using up all his strength.
She stood in the wind and snow, her voice faint and distant, asking, "Are you... really him?"
The general did not answer, but stubbornly repeated the action of kneeling and moving forward, as if it were a ritual that had to be completed, a silent repentance.
She gazed at the figure that appeared particularly lonely in the wind and snow, and said softly, "If... if you had really listened to me and gone to the coastal frontier to protect our country, then... if I didn't hate you anymore, you wouldn't need to kneel and repent like this."
According to Master Huiming.
The kneeling general in the dream is the person who defiled her innocence in her past life, and he frequently enters her dreams, following her reborn self.
These words were spoken.
The general, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly looked up!
In that very instant.
Before she could even see his face clearly, Lu Zhaoruo suddenly opened her eyes, woke up with a start, her chest heaving violently, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.
Her movement immediately startled Xiao Yeming, who was dozing lightly by the bed.
He sat up almost instantly and looked up sharply!
He gazed worriedly into her still-shaken eyes, his voice barely audible, as if afraid of disturbing her: "Sister Lu, did you... have that dream again?"
Looking at the concerned face before her, Lu Zhaoruo nodded gently, her eyes still lingering with a trace of the dazed and vulnerable feeling brought on by the nightmare.
Xiao Yeming's heart tightened, and he said gently, "Don't be afraid, I'll stay here and watch over you."
His comforting words eased Lu Zhaoruo's tense mind slightly. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and dispelled the sorrowful atmosphere of the snowstorm in her dream.
pity.
I couldn't see his face or eyes clearly.
Xiao Yeming's gaze remained fixed on her pale face, his heart already in turmoil.
"That dream..."
He pondered to himself, his brows furrowing unconsciously.
The general in his dream, clad in gilded armor and kneeling with each step in the wind and snow, was clearly his father.
But why does her father keep appearing in Lu's dreams? And in such a... almost repentant manner? What exactly happened between them in their past life?
The next morning, as dawn broke.
Lu Zhaoruo slowly woke up, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.
The moment consciousness returned, the dull pain in my left arm became clear.
She frowned slightly, turned her head, and met a pair of extremely dark eyes.
Xiao Yeming remained seated on the chair beside the bed, her posture seemingly unchanged from before she fell asleep.
His eyes had obvious dark circles, and his face showed signs of fatigue, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept all night.
But when he saw Lu Zhaoruo wake up, his tired eyes instantly lit up, radiating undisguised joy, even carrying a touch of the awkward yet sincere naivety of youth. "You're awake?"
His voice was slightly hoarse from staying up all night, but it was so gentle it could melt your heart. "Does the wound still hurt a lot?"
Lu Zhaoruo noticed the dark circles under his eyes, her heart skipped a beat, and she asked softly, "You...didn't sleep all night?"
Xiao Yeming instinctively wanted to deny it, but when he met her clear gaze, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and only vaguely said, "It's alright, I've rested over here."
He avoided her gaze.
At that moment, looking at his cautious manner, Lu Zhaoruo felt a soft spot in her heart being gently touched.
When did it start?
This quiet young man, who always appeared when she needed him, seemed to have quietly taken a place in her heart.
A touch of warmth mixed with bittersweetness quietly spread.
She must have fallen for him.
But as soon as this thought arose, another question also came to mind.
Since he treated her so well, why...didn't he want to marry her back then?
She suppressed the turmoil in her heart, not wanting him to be tired any longer, and said gently, "I'm fine now. You've been working hard all night, so go back to the manor and get some rest."
Seeing that her expression was alright and her breathing was much more stable, Xiao Yeming felt a little relieved. He gave her a few more instructions before leaving, turning back every few steps.
Before leaving, he said in a solemn tone, "Sister Lu, don't worry. I will definitely find out the truth about those assassins. I will never let anyone who dares to harm you get away with it."
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