The Rebirth of the Deposed Empress

These thoughts appeared in his mind one after another, causing this god of war who used to be able to respond calmly and unapologetically even in the ever-changing battlefield to become a little panicked.

Ye Buhuo led the Xuantie Army walking on the street, and soldiers from Yuecheng came out from time to time on both sides to cheer for them.

Looking at the wounded soldiers around him, and the figures getting closer and closer in the distance.

Ye Yi consciously led the Black Iron Army to help Lord Yue deal with post-war matters.

Gradually, Ye Buhuo was the only one left around.

Looking at Hua Wu Ke running towards him, he swiftly jumped off his horse.

"Sui Sui, here I come."

He opened his arms and just caught Hua Wu Ke who was rushing towards him.

Ye Buhuo's panicked heart calmed down in an instant.

From the moment he stepped into Yuecheng, Hua Wuke had hardly any rest in order to overcome this difficult time with Yuecheng.

Hua Wu Ke felt that all the fatigue of the past few days burst out at this moment. She seemed to have lost all her strength, but she felt extremely at ease.

Like a young eagle lost in the wind and rain, it is reborn in warm arms after death.

"Ye Buhuo, I'm so sleepy."

Hua Wu Ke muttered softly.

After saying this, Ye Buhuo found that the breathing of the person in his arms gradually calmed down.

He hugged her carefully, not daring to use any force because he didn't know if she had any wounds.

Ye Buhuo lowered his head slightly and looked at Hua Wuke's face buried in his chest.

After running around for several days, his face was already covered with dust, and it was just washed away by the heavy rain. As a result, the dust was not only not washed away, but turned into an even dirtier ball.

Fortunately, from her peacefully closed eyes, it could be seen that she was fine.

Like a little kitten that got bullied outside and ran into his arms to act coquettishly and seek comfort.

Ye Buhuo couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth and rubbed his face against the 'little cat's' hair.

Then he picked her up and carried her sideways, walking towards the City Lord's Mansion.

As they approached the City Lord's Mansion, the busy City Lord Yue saw Hua Wu Ke being carried in.

His heart skipped a beat. Hua Wu Ke was Yuecheng's great benefactor, and also the future princess of the war god in front of him. What would happen if something happened to her?

He took two or three steps forward and asked in a trembling voice:

"Miss Hua, what's wrong?"

Then he looked closely at the person in Ye Buhuo's arms.

Unfortunately, Ye Buhuo wrapped Hua Wuke tightly, so he couldn't see anything.

Because he couldn't see anything, City Lord Yue became even more uneasy.

Without even turning his head, he hurriedly instructed the servant behind him:

"Go and call the doctor!"

Just at this moment, Ye Yi arrived.

As soon as he saw his prince's calm face, he knew that Hua Wu Ke was fine.

Otherwise, our prince would have taken his brothers to the Western Country long ago.

Ye Yi knew very well that Ye Buhuo didn't want outsiders to get close to Hua Wuke, so he stopped Lord Yue from calling a doctor.

"City Lord Yue, there is no need to trouble the doctor in the mansion."

"Our brothers in Yuecheng are in urgent need of medical treatment. There is no need to trouble the doctor to come here."

While Ye Yi was "dealing" with the City Lord Yue, Ye Buhuo had already carried Hua Wuke into the room under the guidance of the servants.

After entering the house, Ye Buhuo first asked the Xuantie Army's accompanying military doctor to examine Hua Wuke.

The old military doctor carefully felt Hua Wu Ke's pulse and observed him for a while, and confirmed that he was not seriously injured, but was just overworked.

After hearing the old military doctor's words, Ye Buhuo finally felt relieved.

After the old military doctor left, Ye Buhuo called Qingzhu in again.

"Your Majesty."

Ye Buhuo took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, handed it to Qingzhu, and said:

"Take a close look at Sui Sui to see if he has any wounds."

Qingzhu took it with both hands and said respectfully:

"Yes."

The maid brought warm water, and Qingzhu used a handkerchief to gently wipe the skin of the sleeping Hua Wuke.

Then he opened the porcelain bottle and applied the best medicine on the small wound.

After doing all this, Qingzhu walked out of the room.

While Qingzhu was wiping Hua Wuke's body, Ye Buhuo was dozing off on a chair in the corridor outside the room.

As soon as Qingzhu left, Ye Buhuo entered the room.

Because the dust had been wiped away, the wounds on Hua Wu Ke's fair skin were particularly obvious.

Ye Buhuo sat on the edge of the bed, placed Hua Wuke's hand in his palm and rubbed it gently.

His dark eyes stared at the tiny wound on the back of her hand, and no one knew what he was thinking.

When Hua Wu Ke woke up, what he saw was Ye Buhuo with his lips tightly pursed.

He poked the corner of Ye Buhuo's slightly lowered mouth with his finger.

She asked in a sleepy nasal voice:

"What happened?"

Seeing Hua Wu Ke wake up, Ye Buhuo wrapped her tightly with a quilt and let her lean on his chest.

Then, Ye Buhuo grabbed Hua Wuke’s hand that was poking the corner of his mouth and held it tightly in his palm.

"fine."

"Fortunately you're okay."

He said in a low voice.

Hua Wu Ke watched him say that it was okay, but he kept rubbing the tiny wound on her hand.

She somewhat understood that Ye Buhuo was concerned about these minor skin injuries.

Hua Wu Ke did not take his hand back, nor did he try to hide the wounds.

She pulled her hand out from Ye Buhuo's palm and displayed the wounds in front of Ye Buhuo.

She placed her palm at the same level as Ye Buhuo's eyes and began to speak:

"The wound on the back of my hand was caused by a surprise attack on the first day when we encountered the enemy climbing up the city wall."

As Hua Wu Ke opened his mouth, Ye Buhuo felt as if his throat was suddenly strangled by a hand.

As Hua Wu Ke continued to tell his story, Ye Buhuo felt his throat becoming tighter and tighter.

"The wound on my index finger was caused on the first day when I was dodging the rain of arrows."

"This wound was also inflicted on the first day."

……

Hua Wu Ke told Ye Buhuo about all these injuries one by one.

Just when Ye Buhuo was about to be choked by these "wounds", Hua Wuke immediately spoke:

"So you see, most of these are from the first day. In the following days, I didn't get hurt much."

"So these are all signs that I've become stronger!"

Hearing the pride in Hua Wuke's words, Ye Buhuo's lips curled up slightly unconsciously.

Looking at Hua Wu Ke raising his furry little head and looking at himself proudly.

He couldn't help but pinch her little face, which was wrapped in the quilt and slightly flushed from sleeping.

Echoed and said:

"Okay, these are all evidence that you have become stronger."

"Then promise me that you won't become stronger when I can't see you next time, okay?"

Knowing that Ye Buhuo was always worried that she would get hurt, Hua Wuke nodded obediently.

He didn't suffer any serious injuries, and after a peaceful sleep, Hua Wu Ke's energy had almost recovered.

Now that Yuecheng’s predicament has been resolved, the matter of transporting grain back to Beimoguan must be put on the agenda.