The Poisonous Consort, the Regent's Beloved

Chapter 224 In a bad mood

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuheng seemed to be instantly awakened, abruptly raising his head and staring intently in the direction from which the voice came, his face full of confusion and bewilderment.

When Sima Lan heard the voice, he looked over and couldn't help but softly call out, "Aying."

Su Fuying was dressed as a young master, yet he resembled a solitary orchid blooming in the dark night, exuding a cool and mysterious aura.

Upon seeing Su Fuying appear, Sima Lan, whose expression had been somewhat cold, instantly softened his gaze, as if the warm winter sun were shining on a long-frozen lake.

He wondered to himself how he could have failed to notice that she was there too.

"Why?"

Xiao Yuheng frowned slightly, staring intently at Su Fuying's exquisite face. His thin lips were pressed into a thin line. Although he did not make a sound, his tightly clenched fingers revealed the myriad thoughts swirling in his mind.

As he stared at her intently, Su Fuying felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and she trembled involuntarily.

She opened her mouth, wanting to explain something, but the words caught in her throat as she swallowed them back because of the stares of the many people around her.

"The Regent, he..."

Su Fuying had just finished speaking when Xiao Yuheng suddenly and swiftly shoved his longsword into its sheath, accompanied by a dull metallic clang.

Immediately afterward, he turned his head away and refused to look at him again, simply issuing the order expressionlessly: "Si Nan, release them!"

Upon receiving the order, Si Nan was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at Sima Yu, who was being pressed to the ground, his eyes revealing a hint of hesitation and doubt.

However, he had no right to question his master's orders, so he kicked Sima Yu towards Sima Lan. The people behind Sima Lan quickly stepped forward and tied him up.

"Master, these people?"

Looking at the rows of Bei Li people with knives held to their sides, Si Nan asked a question under immense pressure.

"cut!"

The man's face was ashen, and he spat out the word through clenched teeth with an icy expression.

His gaze, like two cold glints, mercilessly swept over the faces below, contorted with fear. Finally, his icy gaze settled on the eyes of Sima Lan and Su Fuying as they locked eyes.

"Back to camp!"

As those two words were uttered, it was as if a thunderclap had exploded in the air.

The man turned and left, followed closely by a group of fierce soldiers.

However, at the same time, behind them came a series of pleas for mercy and resentful curses.

The stench of blood at the tip of my nose grew stronger and stronger, as if the entire air had been stained red with blood.

This fierce battle, which lasted for a full day and night, finally came to an end at this moment.

When Su Fuying dragged his exhausted body back to the military camp, the eastern sky was already beginning to lighten, and the dawn's light was trying to pierce through the darkness, bringing a touch of warmth to the earth.

Looking around, one could see soldiers struggling to lift up mangled corpses and slowly moving them toward the assembly point.

These once vibrant lives have now become stiff and cold, which inevitably evokes a sense of sorrow.

Meanwhile, the wounded soldiers, their bodies wrapped in bandages and wounds still bleeding, lay on stretchers groaning in pain as they were hurriedly taken to the medics' station in the hope of receiving timely treatment.

"Miss."

Si Nan stood in front of the main tent and saw Su Fuying walking towards him from afar, a look of surprise on his face.

He quickly stepped forward, opened an oil-paper umbrella, and carefully held it above her head to shield her from the swirling snowflakes.

Where are the others?

Su Fuying's voice was slightly hoarse, and her eyes were bloodshot, revealing deep fatigue.

"Master...Master..."

Si Nan was not very good at expressing himself, and now, faced with Su Fuying's urgent question, he seemed even more at a loss, stammering for a long time without being able to utter a complete sentence.

Just then, a gust of wind suddenly swept through, extinguishing the candlelight inside the tent and plunging the surroundings into complete darkness.

Si Nan gritted her teeth and said with difficulty, "Miss, I'm so sorry, my master is really exhausted today and has already gone to bed. He is not available to receive guests."

Actually, this was something Xiao Yuheng had specifically instructed him to do. Not long ago, faced with this situation, Si Nan himself had also been somewhat hesitant and uncertain.

However, at this moment, when he witnessed his master's attitude firsthand, he realized that his master was truly angry.

Just moments ago, in front of so many people, Xiao Yuheng had firmly stated that he would never let anyone leave.

But who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, Su Fuying would have made his master hand over the person, such a blatant slap in the master's face. If it were in the past, given the master's fiery temper, he would probably have already raised his sword and cut off Su Fuying's head.

"not see?"

Upon hearing this reply, Su Fuying was slightly taken aback. Her gaze fell directly on the tent shrouded in darkness before her, and an indescribable, strange feeling welled up in her heart.

"Um……"

Si Nan lowered his head, his brows furrowed, seemingly struggling with something deep within his heart. After a long while, as if he had finally made up his mind, he slowly raised his head and, in a slightly hesitant tone, advised Su Fuying:

“Miss, in my opinion, the master is not in a good mood today, so it is not advisable to disturb him. Why don’t you go back to your tent to rest for the time being?”

"Is it because of Sima Yu?"

Su Fuying frowned slightly, her mind flashing back to the verbal exchanges and changes in expression between the two men. She had a vague feeling that his relationship with Sima Yu was unusual.

"Yes and no."

Si Nan couldn't help but scratch the back of his head. He was increasingly unable to understand His Highness's thoughts. He should have sent Si Kong instead; he didn't know what to say.

“The master has always been kind to prisoners, never like this before.”

Si Nan couldn't help but say one more thing. Thinking of the battlefield where blood flowed like a river, he was also a little shocked.

The master has never been so cold-blooded as he is today. Before, no matter who he fought, he would spare the lives of prisoners and those who surrendered.