“That’s truly a natural talent,” Xueying said.
The two hid in the haystack for an unknown amount of time before the sounds of sword fighting outside gradually subsided.
"Pichiu, it seems like the sounds outside have stopped. Is it over?" Xueying said in a low voice.
“Master, Pichu, go take a look,” Pichu said.
"Be careful, you shouldn't go over there." Xueying was worried about Pichu and grabbed his arm.
"Don't worry, Master, Pichu will be very careful," Pichu said.
Xueying was worried about Hongli, so she gave him a few more instructions and sent him away.
Waiting is always anxious. Xueying lay on the haystack, listening to the sounds outside. It felt like she had been waiting for a long time, and gradually, a series of sparse footsteps approached.
"Master, come out. All the assassins have been captured." Pichi's voice came, and Xueying's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.
Xueying slowly crawled out of the grass, her body covered in grass. Fortunately, it wasn't very bright yet, otherwise she definitely wouldn't have come out like this.
"What? Prince is injured?" Xueying's heart jumped again when she heard from Pichu that both hands had been caught and most of the man was dead, but Hongli was still injured.
“Master, Lord Bellor said you should return to the rear immediately. He also wants Pichu to go back with you,” Pichu said.
"Picchu, take me to Lord Bellor, immediately!" Xueying walked towards Pichu without letting him finish speaking.
A sliver of light had appeared on the horizon, but the air still reeked of blood. A bloody battle had just taken place here. Although the corpses had been dragged away, the red blood had not yet been washed away, and the area was a mess.
"How many of them came? How did they get into the heart of our camp? Are the sentries and guards all dead?" Xueying asked as she walked.
“They can all move at night, using the darkness to avoid sentries and defenses,” Pichoo said.
Xueying suddenly realized that this war between the Qing Dynasty and these foreign peoples would be very difficult to win.
She arrived at Hongli's tent, only to find it already crowded with people. Dressed in men's clothing, no one recognized her. Xueying stood behind the crowd.
"Medical officer, how is Prince's injury?" the Seventeenth Prince's voice rang out.
"It's alright, no vital organs were injured, but he lost a lot of blood and needs to be replenished immediately," the army doctor said. "I've already stopped the bleeding, but replenishing blood won't be quick. Your Highness will be very weak and needs to be carefully cared for."
The Seventeenth Prince was extremely anxious. He had just arrived, and this had already happened. How could he explain this to the Emperor?
"Medical officer, whatever method you use, you must cure Prince's health," said the Seventeenth Prince. "At all costs."
"Your Highness, there is a type of grassland on the local mountains that can quickly help with blood production. If patients take that medicine, their bodies will recover faster," the military doctor said.
"What grassland? Tell me quickly," said the Seventeenth Prince. Hongli arrived and was already so badly injured; if the Emperor found out, he would surely be punished, since the man had come with him.
"Your Highness, this herb is called Snow Lotus Grass, and it's very rare. If you eat it, your body will recover very quickly, even better than before," the military doctor said.
“Okay, I’ll go right away,” Seventeenth Master said decisively.
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