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Three days later, the Turks launched a fierce attack.
Fortunately, the Tang Army was well-prepared and bravely resisted, successfully repelling the Turkic forces.
Upon returning to the camp, Yan Ziyi immediately gathered the troops and announced, "In this battle, our army has achieved a great victory. The Turkic forces will surely not dare to invade again in the coming days. Today, we shall reward our soldiers; no one shall return until they are drunk!"
"General, you are mighty!" The soldiers shouted in unison, their voices echoing like thunder, as if they could swallow mountains and rivers.
A grand feast was laid out, filled with excitement and revelry. However, Yan Ziyi quietly returned to his tent. He knew all too well that although they had repelled the Turkic forces, they were still outnumbered, and the already small Tang Army had suffered heavy losses.
His declaration of victory was partly to bolster the morale of his troops and partly to create an illusion of celebration to instill fear in the Turkic forces.
Feeling weak, he sank down onto the ground in exhaustion. If reinforcements did not arrive soon, they might not last much longer.
At that moment, Li Yiyi entered the tent holding a chicken leg. The strong smell of blood hit her nostrils, causing her to frown. "Why are you covered in so much blood?"
Yan Ziyi's expression remained calm as he replied, "In battle, it's inevitable to get splattered with blood."
Li Yiyi looked at him skeptically and suddenly reached out to lift his battle robe. Yan Ziyi wanted to evade her grasp but found himself too weak to resist.
She gasped sharply upon seeing an arrowhead deeply embedded in Yan Ziyi's left side; the shaft had been broken off completely, and crimson blood had long since soaked through his inner garments.
Without thinking twice, Li Yiyi scolded him sternly, "Do you want to die?"
Since he led the troops into battle, she had been restless, fearing that something might happen to him. Finally, when he returned victorious, he was gravely injured yet tried to act as if nothing were wrong.
“Idiot!” Li Yiyi cursed, tears welling in her eyes as she carefully began to tend to his wounds.
Yan Ziyi's forehead was slick with cold sweat, his body pushed to its limits. Since Li Yiyi had seen through him, he no longer forced himself to maintain the facade and let his guard down.
Even in such a weakened state, he still managed to muster a faint smile, attempting to reassure Li Yiyi. “In truth, the Tang Army has long been on its last legs. If the Turkic forces press their advantage, our army will surely be annihilated. If news of my severe injury spreads at this critical moment, the consequences would be unimaginable… Ah—”
Li Yiyi had already laid clean white cloth around the wound. Gripping the arrow's shaft tightly, she took a deep breath and said, “Hold on.”
Then, with a sudden burst of strength, she yanked the broken arrow out forcefully. Yan Ziyi felt darkness closing in as pain surged through him; he gasped for air like a stranded fish, his body limp and devoid of strength to even move a finger, leaving him at Li Yiyi's mercy.
Applying pressure to stop the bleeding, administering medicine, and wiping away sweat, Li Yiyi moved methodically. Yet as she looked at Yan Ziyi's injury, her heart twisted painfully; every action felt as if it were inflicting pain upon herself. She fought against the ache in her chest and carefully bandaged his wounds.
Yan Ziyi couldn’t help but regard her with newfound respect; he hadn’t expected Li Yiyi, raised in the depths of the palace, to remain so composed.
He forced out a gentle smile, though his voice was weak. “I used to think you were a spy and didn’t fully trust the news you brought. But now… even if you wanted to kill me, it would be easy for you. Yet you haven’t…”
With sincere regret in his eyes, he said, “Yiyi, I misjudged you.”
“What? You thought I was a spy? I am a princess…”
“Listen to me!” Yan Ziyi suddenly seized her arm with unexpected strength. “The reinforcements have yet to arrive, and I won’t last much longer…”
He paused for a moment, a mist of tears gathering in his eyes, his voice filled with sorrow and despair. "You should leave now, go back to the palace..."
Li Yiyi's body trembled slightly, a flicker of confusion crossing her gaze. Had they truly reached such a desperate situation?
She slowly exhaled, then forced a reassuring smile. "The General is incredibly brave; the Turkic forces would never attack recklessly. You should rest well."
Watching Yan Ziyi furrow his brow even in sleep, Li Yiyi felt her heart ache. She silently vowed: Don't worry, I will make sure you wait for the reinforcements.
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