Su Qian: "That day in the tunnel, I knew you were injured. Did I say, 'Let's go quickly, your wound needs to be treated quickly'? Did I say that?
If I really didn't care about you, I could have dragged you along, or I could have not helped you treat your wound later. Anyway, you didn't let Jiang Xuewei treat your wound, so I might as well have dragged you along. "
She added, "But I don't have one."
"I've certainly been negligent these past few days, but I certainly didn't do it on purpose. I don't know why, but these past two days I've been feeling dizzy and sleepy, like I can't wake up. I keep wanting to sleep.
When I woke up that day, I felt a little dizzy and felt like I had forgotten something. I kept thinking about it, so I forgot about it for the past two days, but I really didn't mean to do that."
Su Qian deliberately spoke in a pitiful manner and pressed her temples from time to time, trying to arouse his sympathy.
How could Lu Huan not see her intention? But perhaps because he had drugged her that day, he was a little nervous and uneasy inside, and felt a little guilty.
So when she said that, Lu Huan quickly forgot the reason why he was angry just now, "Then what did you remember?"
He pressed Su Qian's head into his shoulder, let her rest her head on his shoulder, then put his right hand on her temple and began to massage her.
Before he could press twice, Su Qian pressed down his right hand and said, "Your hand is injured. You don't need to massage me. I'm fine."
Then she continued, "I can't remember anything. I just feel weird inside, like I've forgotten something."
Hearing her say this, Lu Huan felt relieved.
In fact, he himself had forgotten that the amount he had inhaled that day was not much, and she only smelled it for a while before he extinguished the incense, so the amount of medicine she inhaled was not large.
Now, it was all due to love and guilt towards her.
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In the main camp of Zhiyi City, a banner with the Chinese character "Yan" written on it fluttered in the wind...
Yan Xuanye arrived in a black robe and armor, appearing even more majestic. His eyes were sharp as a blade, and he sat proudly atop his beloved horse, Jueying, with a sword in hand. He looked powerful and majestic, his demeanor as a great general fully revealed.
Gebulu trotted over to his side on his horse, "Your Highness, what should we do with the little maid?"
Yan Xuanye's eyes darkened. He originally wanted to use the news of Cuiwei and Lu Feng being punished to make Su Qian soften her heart and change her mind.
Now it seems that Lu Huan must have secretly concealed the news, otherwise there would not be any news about her in all these days.
Yan Xuanye: "Take her with you and have the accompanying witch doctor treat her injuries. She will have to continue to serve the goddess after she returns."
Gebru: “Okay.”
Ever since Yan Xuanye knew Su Qian's name, he has always called her Qianqian. Now he has even changed his name. He no longer calls her Qianqian, but calls her the goddess.
From Yan Xuanye's words, Ge Bulu still sensed a hint of resentment.
Yan Xuanye: "Is everything arranged?"
Ma Qi: "Everything is ready. The cities closest to Zhiyi City are Binzhou and Yangcheng. The closest roads to Shangjing City include Qing'an City and Changping City. Which city do you plan to attack first, Your Highness?"
"Then choose to attack the city on the road closest to Shangjing City."
Yan Xuanye laughed self-deprecatingly, "Isn't she here to protect the people of Nanchang? I'll point my sword towards Shangjing City and kill my way through. Let's see when she shows up."
He stared silently toward the city gate, his eyes filled with endless confusion and sorrow. If you looked closely, you could see an unspeakable pain in him.
Qianqian, ah Qianqian, aren't you going to protect them? Aren't you going to retreat alone?
I don’t do that, I do the opposite.
If you care about them, just come back obediently, then... I might let them go.
Otherwise... I will destroy these cities and force you to show up.
…
Jiang Xuewei and the others on the city wall looked indifferently at the Fengyuan soldiers ready for battle below. A guard beside her was reporting to her, "I heard from Li Zhong that the general took the demon girl to Qizhou City. During their rest in Qizhou, they happened to find the lost Princess Nanjia. Now he is taking her back to Shangjing City."
She raised her eyebrows slightly, "Coincidence? You believe that?"
Guard: "What do you mean, young lady?"
Jiang Xuewei: "I don't know the specific situation, I'm just guessing. How could the general just happen to find the lost Princess Nanjia in Qizhou City by such a coincidence?
Besides, Princess Nanjia has always disliked the general. The last time she left Shangjing, it was to find General Lu. If she hasn't found General Lu yet, how could she be willing to go back with the general so easily? There is clearly something wrong here!"
Guard: "So...what do you want to do, young lady?"
Jiang Xuewei asked back, "How is Hong Ziweng?"
"I secretly visited the prison a while ago. He was half dead, still hanging on to his last breath, but his skin and flesh had already festered."
Jiang Xuewei turned her back to the guards, a look of disdain on her face, "Is this person still useful?"
The guard was stunned. He didn't expect her to still be thinking about that matter at this time. "His face... has been scratched. Yan Xuanye seemed to particularly dislike his face that looked 70% to 80% like General Lu Huan, and specifically ordered someone to scratch his face."
"Now... he looks nothing like he used to. As for other aspects... I haven't examined him carefully. Perhaps he still has fertility."
There was one more thing he didn't say: If Hong Ziweng is lucky.
But when I think about it, it seems unlikely.
Hong Ziweng almost insulted the innocence of that witch. How could Yan Xuanye still retain his fertility?
If the woman he loved was defiled by another man, he would want to make that man a eunuch.
Jiang Xuewei sighed rather sadly, "What a pity for his face. Now that I think about it... I really can't bear to let him go."
"After Yan Xuanye leaves with his army, sneak into the prison and quietly release him. If there's still a chance he can survive, find a doctor to treat him. If there's no hope of survival, buy him a fine coffin and send him off with honor."
Guard: "Young lady, you are really kind-hearted."
"It's just..." He paused for a moment, then continued, "There's one thing I don't understand. Why did you rescue him?"
"He's not fit to serve a young lady anymore."
Jiang Xuewei smiled and turned to look at him. She clasped his waistband with her fingers and pulled him towards her. "What are you thinking about?"
"How could I still like him when he's like that?"
The guard blushed, "That girl is..."
"Let him out and take good care of himself. He'll know who caused him to be in this state. If there's any chance of him surviving in the future... he'll naturally know who to seek revenge on."
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