Chapter 42: I Hope for Your Safety Even More

"Slap."

A blood-stained palm slammed heavily onto the wardrobe.

Xiao Moting gasped for air and lifted his head.

His entire body was covered in wounds, his hair was disheveled, his handsome face was smeared with blood, and his battle robe was filthy beyond measure.

But, he had returned!

At the very last moment before the camp tent collapsed, he had charged out of the fire with the Commander's Seal in hand!

Bai Wei had fulfilled her promise,

allowing him to successfully bring all the Beijiang warriors back to the main camp, with not a single person dying on the battlefield!

And he, too, at the final moment of life and death, had fulfilled the promise he made to her.

Enduring his pain, Xiao Moting lifted the Golden Casket containing the Commander's Seal and placed it gently into the wardrobe.

"Shennü Daren, Xiao Moting did not let you down."

His star-like eyes were firm and bright, and a faint smile appeared on his blood-stained, handsome cheeks.

Suddenly!

Xiao Moting's gaze froze.

The wooden board was covered in writing.

"Xiao Moting, have you returned yet?"

"I am very worried about you; are you injured?"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you go to such a dangerous place! It's all my fault!"

"If you receive this message, answer me quickly..."

Xiao Moting was shocked.

He held his breath, staring unblinkingly at the dense, elegant handwriting.

Deep within his chest, it felt as if something had struck him.

He had left the Imperial Palace at the age of six, spent over a decade on the battlefield, and was accustomed to life and death, having long since forged a resilient heart.

Yet at this moment, he clenched his fists tightly, his eyes turning red.

He had not expected Bai Wei to be so anxious about his safety, so worried about him.

Xiao Moting replied immediately.

"Shennü Daren, you successfully allowed one thousand Beijiang warriors to return alive; all the soldiers are very grateful to you."

"I am fine, I don't have a single injury!"

"You did nothing wrong; everything was my own choice."

"From now on, no matter what situation you encounter, you do not need to apologize to me!"

His fingers trembled as he hurriedly wrote.

He did not want her to apologize, and even less did he want her to be sad or uneasy.

Bai Wei stood in front of the wardrobe.

She had climbed into the wardrobe, but had failed to Teleport to Daliang.

She looked up and saw the Golden Casket placed inside.

The Golden Casket was carved with exquisite patterns, clearly very valuable, and inside it lay a Commander's Seal of the Daye Army.

However, there was a trace of blood on the casket.

It was Xiao Moting's blood.

Sharp, sweeping handwriting appeared line after line on the wardrobe.

The handwriting was somewhat messy.

It was clear he was in a hurry.

He did not want her to worry.

Bai Wei's eyes turned red, and tears fell uncontrollably.

This precious Commander's Seal would be worth billions if taken to an auction house.

But Bai Wei did not want the Commander's Seal at all; she cared more about Xiao Moting's life.

He had charged into the fire, risking his life to find it, just to fulfill his promise to her.

She had clearly seen that Xiao Moting was injured, yet he had actually lied to her, saying he was fine and had not a single injury.

Very well!

The usually upright and unyielding Prince of Zhenbei had actually learned to lie!

Who taught him that?

Bai Wei rubbed her eyes, turned around, and picked up a box of medicine, just about to place it into the wardrobe.

Suddenly, a palm-sized Small Pottery Horse appeared in the wardrobe.

"Shennü Daren, I made you worry, please don't be angry."

The cute Small Pottery Horse was molded in a charming, simple way.

Bai Wei was stunned; he had burned down the Daye Army camp, yet still had time to make this for her?

She couldn't help but hold the Small Pottery Horse in her hand, and her mood improved instantly.

In exchange for him sending her a little horse, she would forgive him for lying.

"Xiao Moting, you are not allowed to do dangerous things in the future."

"Do you know, more than anything else, I hope for your safety!"

After a long while, Xiao Moting finally replied.

"Xiao Moting, I obey."

Clatter!

More than twenty cardboard boxes fell out of the wardrobe.

Inside were all medical supplies: alcohol, Absorbent Cotton, Bandage...

There was also a box of medicine for burns, with instructions specifically written for Xiao Moting, along with detailed directions for use.

Xiao Moting had taken off his battle robe and was bandaging his wounds, his arms wrapped in blood-stained Bandage.

He asked the Military Doctor to bring over the burn ointment and applied it to the burned areas.

Suddenly, a scene from the first time he had climbed into the wardrobe surfaced in Xiao Moting's mind.

At that time, he was delirious and had seen a female ghost in the wardrobe.

The light had been dim, so he hadn't seen the "female ghost's" face clearly, only knowing she was very petite, curled up in a ball in the corner.

Her height reached about his chest, and she wore strange clothes he had never seen before.

Xiao Moting's eyes flashed.

Could the "female ghost" he saw in the wardrobe be Bai Wei?

If it were true...

He held his breath, a trace of indescribable joy suddenly springing up in his heart.

Perhaps in the future, he would be able to meet Bai Wei.

At that time, what should he say to her...

Thinking of this, Xiao Moting's handsome face turned slightly red, and he felt somewhat nervous.

Outside the tent, the soldiers were celebrating.

The Daye army camp had been burned to the ground, the Chief Commander Nalan An had been killed, and his head had been brought back to Beijiang.

In addition, they had recovered three thousand warhorses and over ten thousand catties of unburned grain and forage.

Furthermore, not a single one of the one thousand soldiers in the Night Raid Squad had died, and only a small number were injured.

This was an unprecedented, great victory!

The Northern Frontier Camp was in an uproar, with cheers shaking the sky!

Even Old General Han, who had guarded the pass for decades, had never fought such a great victory, and he was so shocked that he sat on his Hospital Bed, sighing incessantly.

"A miracle, this is a miracle brought by Shennü Daren!"

Several Ambassadors from the Yue clan stayed in the Northern Frontier Army camp for the night.

The next day, Xiao Moting took one thousand of the captured warhorses to the Yue envoys and exchanged them for one million catties of Refined Rice.

"Clatter."

Bai Wei sent over another large pile of fresh vegetables, which piled up like a small hill on the open ground.

Immediately following that, a group of sheep appeared out of thin air.

"Xiao Moting, these are the rewards I am giving to the soldiers of the Night Raid Squad! One sheep and one basket of fresh vegetables for each person, and the rest will be awarded based on merit!"

The soldiers burst into cheers and immediately rushed up to grab the sheep.

Many of them had family members living in nearby towns, and they were very happy to take them back to supplement their household expenses.

The rest of the soldiers who hadn't participated in the Night Raid Squad drooled with envy.

When other armies won battles, the Imperial Court would at most issue half a shi of grain to ordinary soldiers.

Shennü Daren was giving out both sheep and vegetables; she was much more generous than the Imperial Court.

Besides this, there was also the grain rewarded by the Prince.

The rewards were too many!

They were willing to fight for Shennü Daren!

Next time there was a battle, they would fight tooth and nail to participate.

Suddenly, a huge clay pot appeared in the wardrobe, steaming hot.

A rich aroma of chicken soup drifted from the clay pot, the scent of medicinal herbs hitting the nose.

"Xiao Moting, I stewed a pot of American ginseng chicken soup for you; you will recover from your wounds faster if you eat it."

Xiao Moting was stunned.

... He had some too?

And it was soup stewed by Shennü Daren herself.

The young Prince of Zhenbei had a calm and composed expression, but the tips of his ears were already red, and he was happy to the point of flying.

"Xiao Moting, many thanks to Shennü Daren."

"What fragrant chicken soup!" Xiao Dabao licked his face and crowded over, grinning while drooling, "Prince, let me have a taste too..."

Xiao Moting turned his back to him and instructed Qin Zhan.

"Send the chicken soup to my tent and post guards at the door. Without my order, no one is allowed to approach."

Xiao Dabao immediately wore a mournful face.

Strange.

Usually, the Prince was very generous and shared all good things with the soldiers; why was he eating alone today?