The Savage Lady Wants to Kill Me! Reborn on the Path of Cultivation

As night fell, Yi Shuirou carefully prepared a banquet in the City Lord's Mansion to welcome the soldiers of the Hongxing Army.

At the banquet, the lights were bright, and the generals of the Hongxing Army and the Imperial Army were drinking and chatting happily. The sound of toasts to each other continued, creating a harmonious and cordial atmosphere.

Yi Shuirou's injuries had not yet healed and she was gradually losing strength. Before the banquet was over, she quietly left the table and returned to her boudoir to rest.

With her departure, Duan Tianyang naturally became the focus of everyone at the banquet.

The generals of the imperial army came forward one after another, toasting each other with their glasses. When he was slightly tipsy, he quietly left the table under the pretext of going to the bathroom and ran straight to Yi Shuirou's room.

Outside the door, Caiyun and Yunyue saw Duan Tianyang coming, and they hurriedly bowed and said softly, "Master Duan."

Duan Tianyang lowered his voice and asked, "Did the princess rest?"

Caiyue replied softly, "She hasn't fallen asleep yet."

Hearing this, Duan Tianyang nodded slightly and gently pushed the door with his palm. The two women understood and quietly stepped aside.

As I entered the room, a scent mixed with Yi Shuirou's unique body fragrance and a faint smell of medicine hit me in the face.

He closed the door tightly and walked into the inner room, only to see Yi Shuirou sitting quietly in front of the dressing table, carefully combing her long hair that cascaded down like a waterfall.

He stood by the door, his eyes fell on her tenderly, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

Although Yi Shuirou is not stunningly beautiful, nor does she have a face as stunning as Ling Ziyan, the heroic spirit in her that is no less than that of a man is enough to make people fall in love with her.

Even though she looked sick at the moment, it could not conceal her heroic spirit.

"Why don't you come in and sit down?" Although Yi Shuirou had her back to him, she was still aware of his presence.

Duan Tianyang smiled without saying a word. Yi Shuirou slightly moved the bronze mirror, reflecting the handsome Duan Tianyang behind her.

That face made her hands pause as she was combing her hair.

In the mirror, he stared straight at her, his eyes were so deep that she couldn't help but pout and said shyly: "Don't look at me like that, I don't look good now."

Duan Tianyang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, his figure moved slightly, and he quietly came behind Yi Shuirou.

He stared at her face through the mirror, his voice full of magnetism: "Who said that? You look super beautiful now."

As soon as these words were spoken, Yi Shuirou's originally pale cheeks suddenly turned red.

She continued to comb her hair and talked to Duan Tianyang's reflection in the mirror: "No, I haven't seen you for a few days. You have become so slick."

Duan Tianyang gently held her shoulders with both hands. Yi Shuirou's body stiffened slightly, but she did not reject his closeness.

She turned her head and stared at him in confusion.

He took the comb from Yi Shuirou's hand and gently combed her hair.

At this moment, a warm feeling surged in Yi Shuirou's heart. She closed her eyes and sighed comfortably.

At this moment, she felt the long-lost pampering and care, an emotion she rarely experienced after she became an adult.

She asked softly, "Is the dinner over?"

"Not yet." He smiled. "Everyone is having a great time. Maybe it won't end until very late."

Yi Shuirou said with a hint of worry: "I'm afraid it's not appropriate for both of us to be away?"

Duan Tianyang responded in a relaxed tone: "I think everyone will be more relaxed this way."

He gently combed Yi Shuirou's hair, and then said, "Rou'er, there is something I want to discuss with you."

"What's the matter?" Yi Shuirou closed her eyes and there was a hint of laziness and curiosity in her voice.

"It's about General Zheng Guang. I want to recruit him into my team."

"Zheng Guang?" Upon hearing that, she opened her eyes slightly, turned her head and looked back, her eyes full of confusion and surprise.

This was the first time Duan Tianyang asked her for someone, and he was a general who seemed nothing special to her.

Facing the doubt in Yi Shuirou's eyes, Duan Tianyang smiled and explained: "The Hongxing Army is in need of people, and generals are scarce. With General Zheng's talent and ability, if he joins the Hongxing Army, it will definitely help our army to increase its strength."

"Oh?" Yi Shuirou frowned slightly when she heard that, and said nothing. "Then how do you plan to place him?"

"The commander of the First Legion of the Hongxing Army."

"Leader of the corps?" Yi Shuirou frowned even more tightly. She stared at Duan Tianyang and reminded him, "Zheng Guang is just a corps commander in the new army, and he was sent by the court. His previous resume was just that of a lieutenant general. Isn't it too fast to promote him like this?"

"Just give the person to me, I'll take care of the rest."

After saying that, Duan Tianyang gently put down the comb, squatted down, and looked at her gently.

He gently lifted up her skirt. Yi Shuirou blushed and instinctively wanted to stop him, but he gently pulled her hand away, "Let me see."

As he spoke, his gaze finally rested on the bandaged wound on her leg. A trace of distress flashed in his eyes. "It looks like it's very serious."

Yi Shuirou smiled lightly and said, "It's just some superficial injuries, it's nothing serious."

However, Duan Tianyang knew very well how serious the arrow wound was. Even with such a high level of cultivation, it would be difficult for her to fully recover in a short period of time. This was enough to prove the cruelty and horror of the soul-stealing poison.

Duan Tianyang moved gently and slowly untied the bandage wrapped around Yi Shuirou's legs.

"No!" Yi Shuirou suddenly reached out and held him down again, a trace of panic flashing in her eyes.

"Let me apply the medicine for you." Duan Tianyang's voice was filled with unquestionable persistence.

"No, I can do it myself. Caiyun and Caiyue will help me." She tried to refuse, but her tone revealed a bit of powerlessness.

"Let me do it." Duan Tianyang's tone became more determined.

Yi Shuirou's hands were still tightly holding him, as if she was grasping the last line of defense.

"What's wrong?" He looked at her suspiciously, his eyes full of confusion.

She whispered, with a hint of shyness and uneasiness in her voice: "This wound is too ugly."

In front of the man she loves, every woman wants to appear in the most beautiful posture, and Yi Shuirou is no exception.

Hearing this, Duan Tianyang suddenly stood up and unbuttoned his clothes in a swift motion. This scene shocked Yi Shuirou, her cheeks flushed, and she asked in a trembling voice: "You...what are you doing?"

He quickly took off his outer garment and inner lining, revealing his upper body. His skin was covered with various scars - arrow wounds, scratches, and stab wounds, each of which recorded his past deeds.

He smiled and asked, "Compared with the wounds on my body, what is the arrow wound on your leg?"

Although Yi Shuirou and Duan Tianyang had physical contact, and it was the first time in her life, she was too nervous and had some concerns at the time, so she didn't look at it carefully.

Looking at him again at this moment, she couldn't help but widen her eyes. She never expected that he had endured so much pain.

Duan Tianyang slowly squatted down, gently untied the bandage on her leg, and examined the arrow wound intently.

Although the wound was small, it was deep enough to see the bone, and the surrounding area was black and bruised, which was shocking.

Fortunately, the wound has scabbed over and no blood has flowed out.

He carefully applied the ointment, then took out a clean bandage and wrapped it around the wound, his movements full of tenderness and care.

After Duan Tianyang carefully bandaged Yi Shuirou's wound, an inexplicable tingling sensation quietly crept up the sole of her foot.

When she lowered her head, she saw Duan Tianyang tickling the soles of her feet mischievously.

"What are you doing?" Yi Shuirou shyly withdrew her foot, her cheeks slightly red.

Duan Tianyang stood up leisurely, with a playful smile on his face: "Guess what I want to do?"

After saying that, he suddenly picked up Yi Shuirou and slowly walked towards the bed, with a cunning look in his eyes: "Let your uncle help you check your body to see if you have any other injuries."

As soon as these words were spoken, Yi Shuirou's cheeks turned as red as a burning cloud, and she wanted to run away out of shame.

She pretended to be angry: "You...don't be rude, put me down!" Although she was struggling, she was like a dragonfly skimming the water, weak and charming.

Until Duan Tianyang lowered his head and sealed her lips, all her struggles turned into silent obedience...