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Although Helian Manqiu's men were extremely indignant and angry at the young general who dared to offend them, and was even prepared to fight with his life on the line, when they saw Helian Manqiu kneel down to plead for mercy, they also followed suit and knelt down together with Helian Manqiu.

"Qingyu, hurry and get up. What are you doing?"

Gan Yuxuan jumped down from his horse and personally went to support Helian Manqiu.

"Lord, please forgive them. Do not pursue this matter any further. Forget about it."

"Since Qingyu is so magnanimous, I'll let them off. Quickly get up, Qingyu is injured and needs more rest. Don't ever do such a courtesy again."

Gan Yuxuan's expression was gentle as he bent down and picked up Helian Manqiu from the ground. She was as light as a feather and seemed to float along with the wind.

Lifting his head, his teeth were slightly bared, and the spring flowers were just beginning to bloom. Warmth blended together with a moment of brilliance, causing one to feel absent-minded.

Helian Manqiu gave a most breathtaking smile as her eyes glimmered, but a hint of coldness was hidden within them.

The two of them crossed their eyes and looked deeply into the depths of each other's eyes. Both of their pupils slightly contracted as the corners of their lips slightly curled up, revealing a hint of a faint smile.

He reached out and placed Helian Manqiu on the wheelchair. Waving his sleeve, he brushed the dust off Helian Manqiu's robes and slightly bent over to look at her.

"All of you, leave."

"Thank you, Master. Thank you, Young General."

Helian Manqiu slightly tilted her head and shot a look at Luan City. Luan City gave an undetectable nod and whispered a few words to the people behind her.

"Is the Lord inspecting the city's defenses?"

"Exactly, Qing Yu's injuries haven't healed yet. He needs more rest."

"Thank you for your concern, my lord. Is my lord going back?"

"Yes, it's already noon. Qing Yu, come back and have a meal with this grandpa."

"Hehe, thank you for your gift. This general has never had the honor of accompanying my lord for a meal, so I shall be troubling you today."

"Are you willing to ride together?"

Gan Yuxuan suddenly stretched out his hand and handed it to Helian Manqiu. He had a feeling that this young man would not refuse. He wanted to personally lead this Young General Helian to ride a horse together.

"My pleasure."

Helian Manqiu stretched out her delicate hand and placed it on Gan Xianxuan's palm. Gan Zhixuan reached out his arm and wrapped it around Helian Manqiu's slender waist. With one arm, he gently lifted up Helian Manqiu and placed her in his bosom.

He got up and put Helian Manqiu on the horse's back. Then, he quickly sat down behind her and urged the horse to move slowly towards the barracks.

The surrounding people were all kneeling on the ground. They waited until Gan Zhixuan's figure disappeared before standing up from the ground …

"I'll follow them and take a look. You arrange it here."

He then whispered to Luan Cheng, "Be careful, don't be rash."

"Don't worry."

He also jumped onto the horse, single-handedly driving the horse carriage. He sent people to carry the wheelchair onto the horse carriage, and followed Gan Jianxuan all the way.

It was just a small military camp, but it gave Helian Manqiu the feeling that she was in the middle of an army of ten thousand. She could not help but slightly stiffen her body and narrowed her eyes to look at the military camp.

This should be Gan Zhixuan's janissaries, his most elite subordinates.

Who would have thought that Gonggong would personally bring her here today.

Along the way, the soldiers all knelt on one knee and waited until they had walked far away before getting up. There were thousands of people in the army camp, but there was not a single sound. It was deathly still and frightening.

She remembered the rumors outside about Jia Yu Xuan. When she saw him today, she realized how strict he was. He was truly worthy of being called an iron army with countless victories.

From afar, he saw two people kneeling on the ground outside the tent. Their hands were on the ground, and their upper bodies were exposed, as if they were motionless sculptures.

Helian Manqiu could not help but feel curious. Who could have violated the military law by kneeling outside the tent after being punished with a whip?

If it was an ordinary soldier, they would not be qualified to kneel here. Only the generals under Xuan's command had the right to kneel here.

It was an eye-catching crimson color, and streaks of bloody wounds crisscrossed each other. There was almost no place on the back that could be seen. Countless whip marks crisscrossed each other, and blood constantly seeped from the wounds.

"Drip, drip …"

As the horses approached, Helian Manqiu saw that the ground where the two of them were kneeling was a deep red that was soaked through with blood.

The two of them exposed their whiplash to the sun like that. In the wind, they didn't even use medicine. His swollen back was covered in blood and his pants were dyed red. The blood fell to the ground and dyed the ground where the two of them were kneeling blood-red.

The two of them lowered their heads, their foreheads almost touching the ground. When they heard the sound of horse hooves, they lowered their heads and looked behind them.

The two of them only saw the four pitch-black legs of the horse. They knew that their master had returned, so they both let out a sigh of relief. He could only hope that the Lord would be merciful and allow the military doctors to apply medicine on them. Otherwise, if they continued to kneel until nightfall, their bodies would also be drained of blood.

"My lord, welcome my lord."

The two of them lowered their heads as they whispered to each other.

Helian Manqiu sized up the two of them. They had their backs to her and were kneeling on the ground. For a moment, she could not figure out who the two of them were.

Gan Yuxuan jumped down from his horse and extended his hand to Helian Manqiu. Helian Manqiu smiled as she pounced on him from her horse. With a slight raise of her sword-like eyebrows, she caught Helian Manqiu and held her in her arms.

"Naughty."

he whispered.

"My Lord, please forgive me."

It was a slightly hoarse and deep voice. It was as soft as the spring wind blowing through the leaves, causing flowers to bloom and fall onto the ground with a shade of red.

Although it was slightly hoarse, it was pleasant to the ears, as if someone was strumming the strings of a zither, blowing out a desolate late spring song.

The Blood Sword and the White Hawk Feather couldn't help but raise their heads to look over. Their eyes widened as they stared in disbelief at Helian Manqiu, who was in the arms of Gan Zhixuan.

Helian Manqiu, with her arms around Gan Shuxuan's neck, greeted the two of them with a smile. When she saw them, her smile grew even wider and she winked at them.

Gan Yuxuan let out a light snort from his nostrils as both the Blood Sword and the White Hawk Feather hurriedly lowered their heads. Their foreheads touched the ground, not daring to raise their heads again.

How could the Lord hold Helian Qingyu in his arms?

How is this possible?

They must have seen wrongly!

Walking between the two of them, they couldn't help but raise their heads once again. Rubbing their eyes, they looked over and met Helian Manqiu's pair of eyes that were like cold stars and water. They looked at the two of them with a slight smile.

The two avoided Helian Manqiu's gaze. It was fine for anyone to see their current sorry state, but they did not want to be seen by this Young General Helian.

Gan Yuxuan entered the tent and placed Helian Manqiu on a chair by the side of the table. He looked at Helian Manqiu, who was still unwilling to let go of him. "Have you held enough?"