Abandoned Wife? Her Starlight Shall Blind You!-Chapter 101 - 44: Was the Man She Saved Prince Zhan Jun Moling?

Chapter 101: Chapter 44: Was the Man She Saved Prince Zhan Jun Moling?

It was an extremely small and exquisite wooden box, securely locked with a delicate little lock.

The surface of the box was incredibly smooth, clearly the result of its owner caressing it back and forth.

From this, it was evident that this person cherished the small wooden box deeply in their bones.

Fearing its loss, Shen Ruoxi carefully placed it into her own bundle.

The night deepened, as if pulled by an invisible large hand.

What one fears often comes; that person suddenly started to murmur in their sleep, their breath scorching hot.

Shen Ruoxi hurriedly placed her hand on his forehead, and as soon as her palm touched it, the heat made her heart sink abruptly.

The originally bright moonlight outside had somehow quietly hidden behind the thick clouds, making the entire mountain more mysterious and secluded, like a bottomless mouth ready to devour them at any moment.

Shen Ruoxi bit her lip tightly, her mind racing with thoughts.

She knew she had to use water to cool him down, and those scattered corpses outside needed to be handled quickly.

If they were discovered by the enemies of Beichang Country, they would both be in extreme danger.

Right now, the most urgent task was to effectively lower his body temperature, meaning this place was not safe to stay longer.

Moving him might bring unknown dangers, but at this moment, Shen Ruoxi couldn’t worry about it anymore.

Determined, biting her teeth, she decisively extinguished the fire, brought over Snow-Stepping, and then cautiously carried the person on her back, striding away from the cave with firm and hurried steps.

Her figure gradually disappeared into the night, leaving behind the dark, silent, and eerie cave.

The night had completely shrouded the land, enveloped in deep darkness without a trace of light.

The person on Shen Ruoxi’s back remained unresponsive.

Only his increasingly burning body, like a ball of flame, scorched Shen Ruoxi’s back and fiercely tightened her heart.

She knew very clearly that if she couldn’t cool him down in time, even if he survived by luck, the high fever could likely cause brain damage.

With a heart like it was being fried in oil, Shen Ruoxi quickened her pace, more and more anxious.

Walking for who knows how long, finally, a clear stream appeared in front of her, and she carefully laid the person down.

The night wind rustled through the surrounding grass, making a rustling sound, and the stream flowed with a crisp sound in the silent night.

Shen Ruoxi took her outer garment from her bundle, soaked it in the icy water, and then wrung it out with all her strength, gently placing it on his forehead.

The moonlight, struggling through the cloud gaps, like water sprinkled on the two of them, reflecting Shen Ruoxi’s determined and anxious face.

Her hands never stopped, constantly changing the wet cloth, silently praying in her heart, hoping he would quickly reduce the fever and safely get through this perilous night.

Time ticked by, seconds turned into minutes, the sky gradually turned gray from pitch black, and the east began to lighten.

Shen Ruoxi reached out to feel the man’s forehead, almost crying tears of joy at that moment.

His fever had gone down!

However, before the smile on her face could fully bloom, she locked gazes with the man beside her.

Shen Ruoxi was stunned. What kind of eyes were those?

Even though he was severely injured, those eyes showed no sign of dullness, like a cold, deep pool in the night, profound and unfathomable, yet subtly exuding endless tenderness and lingering affection.

"You’re awake?" Shen Ruoxi was overjoyed, her voice trembling unconsciously.

The man’s eyes focused on her, his gaze confused and wandering, muttering, "So it was a dream!"

Could it be he was burned out of his mind? Why was he rambling such nonsense? It was truly baffling.

Shen Ruoxi lowered her voice and said, "It’s not a dream. Let me ask you, are you a general of our Dayi Country? Shall we return to the camp immediately?"

The man seemed to have just regained his senses, his eyes filled with disbelief, his expression as if he’d seen a ghost.

He trembled with his lips, but suddenly his eyes contracted.

At the same time, Shen Ruoxi keenly sensed danger, grabbing his waist and rolling swiftly!

The man’s wound was pulled, and he swallowed a muffled groan.

Shen Ruoxi looked up to see a row of dense arrows embedded neatly where they had just been.

They were really lucky; with both countries’ soldiers seeking him, they encountered only Beichang Country’s enemies.

"Clap clap clap..."

At this moment, someone clapped gently, saying, "Prince Zhan, gravely injured, yet you still managed to save a person so neatly, truly admirable!"

He assumed Jun Moling was the one who evaded the arrows with the girl, after all, he couldn’t believe a weak woman could be so alert and have such an exceptional reflex response.

Prince Zhan? Shen Ruoxi was dumbfounded, the person she’d saved was actually Jun Moling, the commander of their Dayi Country’s army?

Why wasn’t he at the military headquarters directing battles, and what was he doing here, almost getting killed?

It seemed impossible; could this person have mistaken him?

Shen Ruoxi was full of shock, hard to calm!

"Chunyu Zhi, let her go. She’s just a helpless woman, no threat to you. The one you want to kill is me!" Jun Moling shouted coldly.

"Hehehe..." Chunyu Zhi laughed coldly, "I didn’t expect the always aloof Prince Zhan to fall into the mortal world for a woman. I’ll grant you your wish, allowing you to be ill-fated lovers in the afterlife."

"Archers, shoot!"

With his words, a white mist suddenly rose, blurring everyone’s vision. Chunyu Zhi quickly covered his eyes with his sleeve.

In an instant, a shadow moved ghost-like, and his neck felt a chill, as a cold blade was already pressed against it!

Before Chunyu Zhi could react, there was a sharp pain in his neck, as the blade cut through his throat, and he fell to the ground with a thud!

Shen Ruoxi succeeded with one strike, leaping into the air.

Chunyu Zhi’s men drew their bows, arrows shooting toward Shen Ruoxi...

"Shen Ruoxi..." A hoarse, broken shout rang out. Shen Ruoxi’s eyes were as cold as frost, and her figure sped across the ground like lightning.

The arrows fell empty around her, the white mist dispersed, and she was instantly before the enemy!

Seven or eight soldiers were blinded by the mist; Shen Ruoxi struck without hesitation or mercy.

At this moment, a blade aimed at her lower back, but a wall of flesh intercepted it, an arm took the slash.

Jun Moling hadn’t moved his feet yet, when a mouthful of hot blood spurted out, and the Beichang soldier who ambushed Shen Ruoxi fell immediately.

The Dragon Roar Sword in Shen Ruoxi’s hand swung impenetrably, the Beichang Country soldiers were all slain by her in this mountain wilderness.

She sheathed her treasure sword, crouching to check, seeing his pale face, large beads of cold sweat, panic in her heart, "Jun... Prince Zhan, are you alright?"

Jun Moling opened his mouth, worry fading, the intense pain assaulting, finally fell into a coma again...

Shen Ruoxi’s heart skipped a beat, quickly checking his pulse, finding it chaotic but not life-threatening.

As she relaxed, suddenly a noise of footsteps echoed from the distant mountains, breaking the morning’s brief serenity, making Shen Ruoxi’s just calmed heart tense up again.