"Madam! Don’t look at that boy and think he looks old, but he’s young and immature, don’t be like him!"
Na Jiezhe, ignoring the strong man’s objections, insisted on unchaining the Little Princess.
Yun Chunnuan rotated her wrist which had been scraped raw, declined Na Jiezhe’s support, and stood up.
"Where is the General?"
"The General... is resting, Madam, would you like to..."
Na Jiezhe had personally witnessed how the General cherished this Little Princess dearly, and the Little Princess herself was worthy of admiration.
She managed to extort a hefty sum from the King without using any force.
Additionally, she compelled the King to send those two fools born of the Queen into the military camp.
Working in the Royal City, he naturally knew about the things the Little Princess had done for the people of Sha Hai Country.
One by one, incident by incident, he saw it all with his own eyes.
A seemingly fragile woman who couldn’t injure even a chicken could achieve this; it was truly remarkable.
Even without the General, Na Jiezhe genuinely respected her.
He knew well that she was far from the fragile appearance she presented.
When those fierce phoenix eyes glared at him, Na Jiezhe felt as though the Little Princess was possessed by the General’s spirit...
Clearly, this Little Princess didn’t even reach his shoulder, yet he was inexplicably guilty, "The General, he... three days ago, went into the city to rescue surviving citizens and fell into an ambush. Here... he was slashed, lost excessive blood, and is now unconscious..."
"Where is he?! Take me there quickly!"
Yun Chunnuan, anxious and burning with urgency, saw Na Jiezhe gesturing an imaginary slash across his chest, and her heart raced with accelerated beats, hands and feet growing weak.
When she heard about the excessive bleeding, she nearly stumbled and fell.
Na Jiezhe attempted to support her but was avoided by Yun Chunnuan, "I’m fine, hurry and take me there!"
"Let’s go, let’s go! Right away! Madam, don’t worry! The General was wearing armor when he got stabbed, he’s alright!"
To the soldiers entrenched in battlefields for years, such an injury truly was nothing much.
After all, he had followed the General since childhood, and had seen him endure even more severe injuries.
But for Yun Chunnuan, even the slightest wound on her husband brought unbearable heartache...
She blinked, trying to force back the tears that threatened to overflow from her reddened eyes.
Although Na Jiezhe excelled at comforting young girls, he dared not with the General’s wife!
He scratched his head and reassured her, "Madam, really, it’s nothing! Before the General fell unconscious, he specifically asked someone to draw your portrait, afraid you would come looking for him and others wouldn’t recognize you.
But alas, none in our camp are well-educated, so the best resemblance would be your mole..."
"Stop talking!"
His words sliced through her heart like knives.
Even in such times, that fool was constantly thinking of her, caring for her.
Yet she had left him, for three whole months...
Finally arriving at the tent where the General was, as soon as Yun Chunnuan stepped inside, she saw a dark-haired, green-eyed man seated before the bedding laid on the ground.
Holding a medicine bottle in his hand, he casually raised his head for a glance, but upon seeing the Little Princess, surprise flickered in his eyes.
The man frowned, looking towards Na Jiezhe.
Na Jiezhe quickly explained, "Sir, this is the General’s wife, you haven’t met her yet, have you? Madam, this is our..."
Before Na Jiezhe could finish introducing, Yun Chunnuan had already stepped to the bedding laid on the ground.
Upon seeing the man lying on the bloodstained bedding, Yun Chunnuan felt a buzz in her mind, exploding.
Three months... three months...
How did her valiant General husband become like this?
He lay quietly there, a disheveled beard covering his face, obscuring the features of his once heroic and handsome visage, only revealing sunken cheeks and a haggard appearance...
"Give... give it to me." She struggled to suppress her emotions, yet her voice shook beyond articulation.
The man hesitated for a moment, then handed her the medicine bottle, his voice gentle, "Don’t apply directly onto the wound, spread it evenly along both sides of the wound."
"Alright." She replied, though her gaze remained fixed on her husband’s figure.
The man rose, intending to leave.
Noticing the girl’s trembling hands, he still kindly reassured her, "It’s alright, A Lie has been hearty since young, and so is his strength. This minor injury is no concern."
Subsequently, no response was heard from the girl.