The Poisonous Consort, the Regent's Beloved

Chapter 221 People

At this moment, the man seemed to notice Xiao Yuheng's strange gaze, so he looked over in the direction of his ambiguous expression and realized that the jade pendant at his waist had been exposed at some point.

Immediately, his expression became somewhat flustered, and he hurriedly reached out and stuffed the jade pendant into his sleeve, his movements appearing somewhat rushed and unnatural.

Then, forcing himself to remain calm, he said, "I... my name is A-Yu, that's what my mother has always called me."

"Ayu?"

Upon hearing the name, Xiao Yuheng couldn't help but repeat it softly.

His deep voice echoed in the quiet room, making the already pale-faced person lying on the bed appear even more bloodless, as fragile and easily broken as a sheet of paper.

After a long silence, Xiao Yuheng finally spoke again, but his tone remained as cold as ice: "Recover from your injuries and leave on your own."

After saying that, he didn't even look at the other person again before turning around without hesitation and walking towards the door.

Just as Xiao Yuheng was about to step out of the room, a clear voice suddenly called out from behind: "Wait!"

Although the sound was not loud, it successfully stopped Xiao Yuheng in his tracks.

Ayu stared intently at the tall, upright, and resolute figure before him, his heart filled with conflict and struggle.

After a brief hesitation, as if he had finally made up his mind, he took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and shouted loudly, "I know you are the commander of the Southern Xia Kingdom, brave and fearless, and renowned far and wide! If you are willing to teach me martial arts, then when I have mastered them, I will definitely do my best to repay your life-saving grace today!"

"repay?"

Upon hearing this, the man who had been silent for so long showed a slight change in his tense expression, his face softening a little.

He slowly turned around, his sharp, hawk-like gaze fixed on A-Yu, as if trying to see through the man's thin frame to the depths of his heart, as if he wanted to see through the man completely.

"Yes, I will definitely repay you in the future."

Ayu's still somewhat immature face revealed an extremely firm expression. His small body stood straight, and his clear and loud voice echoed in the air. It not only contained a kind of unwavering determination, but also revealed a composure far beyond his years.

However, at that moment, the scene suddenly changed without warning, and the previous quiet and peaceful atmosphere was instantly broken, replaced by a noisy and chaotic scene.

Sima Yu suddenly came to his senses, looked closely, and found himself in the midst of a vast army.

Not far away, on a tall, magnificent horse, sat a dashing man.

The man had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and his handsome face shone brightly in the sunlight.

Sima Yu stared at that familiar face, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart.

Gradually, this face seemed to overlap with someone from the depths of my memory.

"Heng..."

He murmured the name softly, his lips trembling slightly.

At the same time, Xiao Yuheng, sitting on horseback, seemed to have heard Sima Yu's whisper, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, forming a cold smile.

Immediately afterwards, he let out a cold snort, his face revealing an undisguised contempt, and his words were like a sharp sword piercing straight to the heart: "Surrender, and I can save your life."

Before he could finish speaking, Commander An, standing next to Sima Yu, could no longer contain his anger and was the first to step forward, loudly retorting, "The people of Beili have always been known for their bravery and fearlessness; how could we easily surrender to others!"

His voice, like a booming bell, echoed endlessly across the battlefield.

Commander An's words seemed to ignite the fighting spirit in everyone's hearts. In an instant, the leaders behind him also raised their gleaming scimitars and shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

The entire battlefield was immediately plunged into a tense and fierce atmosphere.

This is the last chance!

The smile that had been on Xiao Yuheng's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a cold expression. He stood there quietly, his eyes as cold as icy stars staring at Sima Yu in front of him. Without waiting for a response, he gently waved his arm.

In an instant, a deafening sound suddenly rang out, like thunder rolling from the heavens. It turned out that the guards in black armor behind Xiao Yuheng had sounded the charge.

The stirring bugle call seemed to ignite the fighting spirit of everyone on the battlefield. The soldiers on both sides, who had just paused for a moment, seemed to be injected with boundless power again, shouting and charging towards each other once more.

As he watched his soldiers fall one by one, Sima Yu's face grew increasingly grim. He stared intently at Xiao Yuheng, his eyes seeming to spit fire.

Finally, he managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "You... you actually got our defense map!"

This statement doesn't sound like a question, but rather an absolute statement.

Clearly, Sima Yu was fully aware of why the current situation had developed to this point.

Faced with Sima Yu's questioning, Xiao Yuheng made no attempt to conceal or evade the issue.

He slightly raised his chin, his face full of disdain, and even snorted coldly through his nose: "A person whose virtue does not match his position will find it difficult to win the hearts of the people even if he holds a high position."

Upon hearing these words, Sima Yu was taken aback at first, then a bitter and mocking smile appeared on his lips.

Suddenly, he reached out, ripped off a piece of fabric from his waist, and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation, biting down hard.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly wrapped the piece of fabric tightly around the gruesome wound on his shoulder, trying to stop the gushing blood.

However, the bright red blood instantly soaked through the white cloth, making it particularly glaring. But Sima Yu didn't even frown. His eyes remained fixed on the tall, spirited, and arrogant man not far away—Xiao Yuheng.

"civil?"

Sima Yu sneered, his voice not loud, but filled with endless grief and resentment, "Sima Lan, are you also a commoner?"

This sarcastic remark slipped out of his thin lips like a feather.

In an instant, it vanished like smoke into the cold, biting air, disappearing without a trace.