Chapter 1, The Modest Gentleman (2)

The maid standing by hurriedly rummaged through the cabinet at the head of the kang and pulled out the prepared ginseng slices. Due to her extreme nervousness, her hand holding the ginseng slices trembled, making it impossible for her to get them into the mouth of the Grand Lady.

Does it hurt? Does it hurt? She choked on her words, helplessly stroking his chest.

"Dong Ge—" He completely ignored Dai Shan's presence, taking a swift step towards Bu Xi Ya Ma La, placing his hands on her shoulders, examining her from all angles, "You are fine... Great! Wonderful!"

Dai Shan continued to remain silent, allowing her to cry, shout, and curse, without uttering a word. However, the slight upward curve of his lips trembled slightly due to the pain in his chest.

"Noble Lady, please wake up..." The young girl cried anxiously, shaking her hands as she forcefully stuffed the ginseng slices into her mistress's teeth.

The maid, kneeling between her parted legs, pressed firmly on her protruding belly, repeatedly shouting: "Bring the ginseng! Bring the ginseng!"

"Dong Ge—Dong Ge—" The urgent calls, accompanied by the chaotic sound of hooves, quickly broke through the human wall and entered the circle

A disdainful sniff unexpectedly pierced through my ear.

Emperor Taiji? The woman in Daisan's arms raised her head, revealing an exquisite beauty. Upon recognizing Emperor Taiji's figure, her expression suddenly changed dramatically. "What have you done? Are you crazy? How old are you... Do you even know what you are doing?" As if feeling an overwhelming anger with no outlet, she turned her head and angrily shouted at Daisan, "Who allowed him to go to the battlefield? Who permitted it... Who permitted it..."

"Return to the Second Prince! There is news from the front, Shule Beile has led troops to attack Hada City..." A personal guard knelt outside the circle, his head bowed very low, yet his voice was extremely high as he reported.

The small figure of Emperor Taiji crouched on the horse's back appeared particularly frail. However, despite his small stature, his equestrian skills were quite impressive. As he and his horse charged towards the carriage, he suddenly pulled on the reins, and just as the horse came to a halt, he leaped down from the saddle.

Dai Shan's brows furrowed, and the center of his brow slightly tightened

A fragmented moan escaped her throat in a hoarse whisper

She was still crying sadly and did not hear the mocking voice, but Daisan turned his head and cast a cold glance at the speaker

Dai Shan carefully lifted Buxiya Mala down from the carriage, the vehicle's center of gravity unstable, swaying twice, while the axle emitted a piercing cracking sound.

In the vast forest outside Hada City, a cart is parked among the tangled bushes, with its axle caught on a branch as thick as a man's arm, causing the cart to tilt slightly. The horse pulling the cart is restless, snorting loudly, and white foam continuously bubbles from its mouth, which is fitted with a bit.

The wound on his chest, the heavy armor could not withstand the sharp blade, leaving a gash of about 20 to 30 centimeters across his chest. The unbandaged wound had congealed with clotted blood, and it was reopened when she had been crying and struggling just moments ago.

Dai Shan slightly recoiled, holding her breath for a moment before smiling and saying, "It doesn't hurt." Seeing her cry uncontrollably, he couldn't help but feel delighted, and he gently took her delicate hands, kissing her tender fingers that resembled jade onions, "Having you shed tears for me makes it all worthwhile, even in death."

Open the mouth of the noble consort and stuff it in quickly

"Who allowed this... You actually let a seven-year-old child go into battle... This is truly insane..."

In the thick of night, more than twenty soldiers raised their torches, standing with their backs to the carriage, silently encircling it.

Dai Shan remained silent. As a pioneer, he entered the city earlier than his father, but...

Her cries grew louder with each utterance, each one more hoarse than the last