Shang Ruyi bit her lower lip and turned around.
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Soon, they returned to the Yatai.
Shang Ruyi still closely followed beside Lei Yu, steadily supporting her as she slowly lay back on the bed. Ashina Shali and Lady Jiayuan stood nearby, both looking extremely grim.
Outside the tent were other nobles and Prince Zhu Xie.
Lady Jiayuan gazed worriedly at Lei Yu, who had fallen unconscious again, and said, "Lei Yu's skills in riding and archery are outstanding, surpassing even many men. How could this happen today—"
With these words, the entire tent fell silent for a moment.
Shang Ruyi squatted by the bedside, holding a handkerchief gently wiping the mud and rain off Lei Yu's cheeks. Even without turning around, she could feel a piercing gaze behind her, as if wishing to pierce through her body.
If it weren't for Lei Yu stubbornly grasping her hand before losing consciousness, she might already be riddled with arrows now.
