Feng Jiu’er was busy until nightfall, by which time Xing Zizhou’s troops had also arrived.

Just then, a batch of wounded was sent back from the war zone, and the people of Tianji Hall found themselves plunged into another round of frantic work.

“Brother Yang, hold on, it’s all right, Brother Yang, hold on!”

Shen Rong’er stared at Yang Sheng, who was barely clinging to life, and went numb with shock.

She had never wanted to see such a sight—the man who filled her every thought had been brought back like this.

“Brother Yang, can you hear me?” Shen Rong’er pressed hard against the wound over Yang Sheng’s heart. “Jiu’er will be here soon. She can save you.”

The white cloth quickly turned red, and Yang Sheng’s face grew paler by the moment.

“Xiao Tian, hurry! Brother Yang isn’t going to make it!” Shen Rong’er cried out, tears streaming down endlessly.

No one answered her—Xiao Tian had already gone out to find help.

Yang Sheng had been brought to a separate tent, and it was Shen Rong’er who had received him; Feng Jiu’er didn’t yet know what was happening.

Watching the blood flow faster and faster from Yang Sheng’s wound, Shen Rong’er grew frantic, at a total loss.

“Xiao Tian, hurry! Help! Someone, please!”

She couldn’t let go of the wound, didn’t even have time to fetch the medicine box.

“Brother Yang, don’t die! Rong’er likes you—likes you so much!”

“I know I’m not good enough for you, but I couldn’t help falling for you anyway. Brother Yang, please don’t die, all right?”

“Rong’er wants to serve you, to serve you for the rest of my life. As long as you’ll have me, I don’t care if I’m your concubine or your servant, it doesn’t matter!”

“Brother Yang, you can’t die. If you die, what meaning would there be for me to keep living? Waaah…”

Nothing hurts more than watching the one you love slip away, little by little.

“Rong’er, I’m fine!” Yang Sheng managed to force out a sentence, blood spilling from his lips.

“Let… let Jiu’er go support the Lord. Don’t worry about me, quickly…” He coughed up another mouthful of blood. “Let her go…”

Yang Sheng had been run through by a sword while trying to save Feng Jiang.

Feng Jiang had sealed his acupoints and had him sent back so he himself could keep fighting.

The journey had been long and his wounds too severe—even with his meridians sealed, his blood was nearly drained.

“Jiu’er, the Third Prince has sent word—Han Ying is leading a surprise attack, the left war zone is in crisis.” Xing Zizhou’s voice came from outside.

“Jiu’er.” Shen Rong’er cried out. “Brother Yang can’t hold on much longer! Come quickly and take a look!”

Hearing this, Feng Jiu’er glanced toward the tent.

“Brother Yang is badly hurt, he could go any moment—” Xiao Tian said this in passing before rushing to lift the curtain and go inside.

Feng Jiu’er turned back. “Xing Zizhou, Long Shiyi, hear my order!”

“Miss Jiu’er, please speak!” Xing Zizhou and Long Shiyi cupped their hands in salute at the same time.

“Take thirty thousand reinforcements and go support the Third Prince immediately. The soldiers who just arrived may rest briefly—I’ll make further arrangements.” Feng Jiu’er said in a firm voice.

“You must move swiftly. I’ll catch up soon!”

“Xing Zizhou obeys!”

“Long Shiyi obeys!”

The two men saluted and turned to leave.

Feng Jiu’er wasted no more time and immediately lifted the curtain to enter the tent.

“Rong’er, Jiu’er is here.” Xiao Tian said quietly, in warning.

“Jiu’er, Brother Yang won’t stop bleeding, what do we do?” Shen Rong’er turned, both hands still pressed over Yang Sheng’s chest.

“Yang Sheng.” Feng Jiu’er stood at his bedside and called his name.

“Miss… Jiu’er.” Yang Sheng forced the words out, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Feng Jiu’er assessed the situation, then reached out with her long fingers and sealed several acupoints on his body.

“Rong’er, try talking to him—keep him conscious no matter what.”