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Chapter 921: Chapter 919: Lost His Handkerchief

As dawn broke the next day, the sounds of the enemy army’s assault resumed outside the cave, compelling Saint Ruan to go out and spread poison, a laborious task he performed diligently twice a day, just to keep the enemy at bay.

Meanwhile, inside the cave, Su Hao and Lu Ying, the two wounded, were still recuperating. Chu Yihan and Su Yingxue were busy in their own ways—one tending to the injured and the other with furrowed brows in deep thought, pondering over something unknown.

Only Saint Ruan could not hold back his words, “I say, Ninth Prince! Chu Yihan! Can we even survive this, and if so, when can we leave? You have to give us a word! We can’t possibly stay here indefinitely, can we? The poison I have can last at most another two days. Have you even decided when the reinforcements will arrive, or when Old General Su will come to rescue us?”

Chu Yihan’s control over the war situation was not something he would casually reveal to others, especially when he himself harbored doubts.

He glared briefly at Su Hao and Lu Ying, his voice low, “The two of them are injured and cannot fight. My power alone is not enough to protect four people. We need to wait here a bit longer.”

“How many days do we need to wait? I’m almost out of poison!”

Saint Ruan exploded, aware of the dangers on the battlefield. He had brought as much poison as possible, covering himself from head to toe with it!

But damn it, there seemed to be an endless number of enemies in this valley!

Damn it, he was facing an army! An entire army!

Thousands upon thousands of them!

Even as someone who uses poison, he didn’t have enough for all of them!

“Chu Yihan, you didn’t come here alone, without discussing with your men, did you?” Saint Ruan expressed his concern.

“Do not doubt His Highness!”

Su Yingxue shoved another freshly fried little yellow fish into Saint Ruan’s mouth, crispy and delicious, though a bit hot.

“Oww, oww, oww!”

Saint Ruan hopped around, covering his mouth, eyes brimming with tears!

After he had settled down, Su Yingxue focused her attention on caring for the two patients, Su Hao and Lu Ying.

Fortunately, Su Hao was quite compliant and caused her no worry; his wounds healed quickly.

Compared to his life-threatening state the previous days, he was now finally able to stand and walk by himself.

As for Lu Ying, she proved to be a bit troublesome. She insisted on taking medicine with Su Hao, doing activities with him, and even when standing up, she sought his support.

Su Hao was a man who greatly valued propriety between men and women, even though he and Lu Ying had been forced into captivity together for a few days, and she had seen him at his worst—Lu Ying, in front of him, was unashamed.

But that was all out of necessity.

Now, whenever Lu Ying wanted his support, he wrapped his hand with Su Yingxue’s handkerchief before helping her up, to avoid any skin-to-skin contact.

Although Lu Ying was heartbroken, she remained devoted to him and constantly comforted him, hoping to inspire him.

Su Yingxue coldly observed from the side, her feelings complex and conflicted.

In her heart, she had long chosen the perfect sister-in-law, Wu Jinyan.

She did not appreciate Lu Ying’s forwardness, a woman who actively sought Su Hao’s attention—loathing her for disrupting the connection between Su Hao and Wu Jinyan.

But with Lu Ying having taken two stabs for her and Su Hao, the debt of life-saving gratitude made it difficult for Su Yingxue to maintain her distaste; hence, she often chose to turn a blind eye whenever Lu Ying clung to Su Hao.

As if she did not see a thing.

However, today, when Su Hao returned with Lu Ying, still wrapped in her handkerchief, Su Yingxue suddenly remembered, “Lu Ying, where is my brother’s handkerchief?”

“His handkerchief… is not with me,”

Lu Ying shook her head with an innocent look.

Chapter 921: Chapter 919: Lost His Handkerchief

As dawn broke the next day, the sounds of the enemy army’s assault resumed outside the cave, compelling Saint Ruan to go out and spread poison, a laborious task he performed diligently twice a day, just to keep the enemy at bay.

Meanwhile, inside the cave, Su Hao and Lu Ying, the two wounded, were still recuperating. Chu Yihan and Su Yingxue were busy in their own ways—one tending to the injured and the other with furrowed brows in deep thought, pondering over something unknown.

Only Saint Ruan could not hold back his words, “I say, Ninth Prince! Chu Yihan! Can we even survive this, and if so, when can we leave? You have to give us a word! We can’t possibly stay here indefinitely, can we? The poison I have can last at most another two days. Have you even decided when the reinforcements will arrive, or when Old General Su will come to rescue us?”

Chu Yihan’s control over the war situation was not something he would casually reveal to others, especially when he himself harbored doubts.

He glared briefly at Su Hao and Lu Ying, his voice low, “The two of them are injured and cannot fight. My power alone is not enough to protect four people. We need to wait here a bit longer.”

“How many days do we need to wait? I’m almost out of poison!”

Saint Ruan exploded, aware of the dangers on the battlefield. He had brought as much poison as possible, covering himself from head to toe with it!

But damn it, there seemed to be an endless number of enemies in this valley!

Damn it, he was facing an army! An entire army!

Thousands upon thousands of them!

Even as someone who uses poison, he didn’t have enough for all of them!

“Chu Yihan, you didn’t come here alone, without discussing with your men, did you?” Saint Ruan expressed his concern.

“Do not doubt His Highness!”

Su Yingxue shoved another freshly fried little yellow fish into Saint Ruan’s mouth, crispy and delicious, though a bit hot.

“Oww, oww, oww!”

Saint Ruan hopped around, covering his mouth, eyes brimming with tears!

After he had settled down, Su Yingxue focused her attention on caring for the two patients, Su Hao and Lu Ying.

Fortunately, Su Hao was quite compliant and caused her no worry; his wounds healed quickly.

Compared to his life-threatening state the previous days, he was now finally able to stand and walk by himself.

As for Lu Ying, she proved to be a bit troublesome. She insisted on taking medicine with Su Hao, doing activities with him, and even when standing up, she sought his support.

Su Hao was a man who greatly valued propriety between men and women, even though he and Lu Ying had been forced into captivity together for a few days, and she had seen him at his worst—Lu Ying, in front of him, was unashamed.

But that was all out of necessity.

Now, whenever Lu Ying wanted his support, he wrapped his hand with Su Yingxue’s handkerchief before helping her up, to avoid any skin-to-skin contact.

Although Lu Ying was heartbroken, she remained devoted to him and constantly comforted him, hoping to inspire him.

Su Yingxue coldly observed from the side, her feelings complex and conflicted.

In her heart, she had long chosen the perfect sister-in-law, Wu Jinyan.

She did not appreciate Lu Ying’s forwardness, a woman who actively sought Su Hao’s attention—loathing her for disrupting the connection between Su Hao and Wu Jinyan.

But with Lu Ying having taken two stabs for her and Su Hao, the debt of life-saving gratitude made it difficult for Su Yingxue to maintain her distaste; hence, she often chose to turn a blind eye whenever Lu Ying clung to Su Hao.

As if she did not see a thing.

However, today, when Su Hao returned with Lu Ying, still wrapped in her handkerchief, Su Yingxue suddenly remembered, “Lu Ying, where is my brother’s handkerchief?”

“His handkerchief… is not with me,”

Lu Ying shook her head with an innocent look.