Even women who travel through time can become prime ministers and nobles.

Chapter 487 Bloodstained City God Temple

Before Shi Wanxia fainted, her last thought was: Lin Yiyu... you must come.

When I woke up again, the setting sun outside the temple was only a sliver of light, and the orange-red light shone through the broken window, casting long shadows inside the temple.

Shi Wanxia moved her fingers, and the pain in her back intensified, as if countless needles were pricking her.

She gritted her teeth, propped herself up on her arms, and slowly moved into the hall—she needed to find some strips of cloth to bandage her wounds and check on Cui Zhihao.

She moved to the side of the haystack and reached out to check Choi Ji-ho's breath. It was very weak, but he was still breathing.

She breathed a sigh of relief and was about to stand up to find the strip of cloth when she suddenly remembered something—Lin Yiyu hadn't returned yet!

She suddenly looked up at the temple gate, which was still ajar. It was quiet outside, without a sound of footsteps.

Shi Wanxia's heart sank instantly. She stood up, supporting herself on the offering table, and walked to the doorway, enduring the pain. She looked outside and saw that the alley was deserted, with only the wind rustling the fallen leaves.

"Xiaoyu..."

She called out softly, her voice hoarse, but no one responded.

She took two more steps toward the alley entrance, the wound on her back causing her to frown, but she didn't care, her eyes fixed on the corner in the distance, hoping to see that familiar figure in black.

But at the corner, there was only an empty bluestone path.

Shi Wanxia clenched the tattered cloth at her side, cold sweat streaming down her forehead. It wasn't the pain from her wounds, but fear—fear that Lin Yiyu had been captured by the rebels, fear that he would be tortured like Cui Zhihao, and fear that he would never come back.

She stumbled back into the temple and lit the candles on the offering table even brighter. The candlelight illuminated her pale face and the blood seeping from her back.

She sat by the haystack, looking at Cui Zhihao's unconscious face, then at the temple gate, and finally couldn't hold back her tears, which fell onto the straw on the ground, spreading a small wet patch.

"Xiaoyu, you said you would come..."

She murmured softly, clutching the broken half of the sugar figurine tightly in her hand. The icing had melted and was stuck to her fingertips, sweet yet bitter.

"You can't lie to me... Brother Cui and I are still waiting for you..."

The sky outside the temple grew darker and darker, and the wind blew in through the broken window, causing the candlelight to flicker and almost go out.

Shi Wanxia moved the candle closer to Cui Zhihao, then walked to the temple gate and glanced outside—still no one was there.

She gritted her teeth and made a decision: if Lin Yiyu hadn't returned in another hour, she would go find him. Even if it cost her her life, she couldn't let him fall into the hands of the rebels alone.

Little did she know that Lin Yiyu was being cornered by five rebel soldiers in a dead-end alley in the east of the city. His crossbow was out of arrows, and he had been stabbed in the arm, with blood dripping from his fingertips.

He leaned against the wall, watching the soldiers approach step by step, but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth—at least, Sister Shi should have arrived at the City God Temple by now, as long as she is safe, that's good.

Meanwhile, far away in Chuzhou City, Shi Wanxia was supporting the injured Cui Zhihao in an abandoned pharmacy, listening to the footsteps of the rebel army outside. She was unaware that a life-or-death decision had already been made in the imperial court in the capital.

The candlelight in the City God Temple was so bright it made people dizzy. Shi Wanxia clutched the half-melted, sticky sugar figurine, her knuckles turning white.

She looked at Cui Zhihao, who was unconscious in the haystack, and then turned to look at the temple gate. The wind outside was blowing fallen leaves against the door, which sounded just like Lin Yiyu's footsteps when she ran away. But if you listened carefully, there was only an empty "rustling" sound.

"We can't wait any longer..."

She gritted her teeth, leaned on the offering table to stand up, and felt the pain in her back, like a ripped piece of cloth, making her vision go black.

She staggered to the corner of the wall and pulled out the rags she had hidden that morning and a half-empty bottle of wound medicine—it was for Choi Ji-ho, but now she could only take care of herself first.

When the powder was sprinkled on the wound, the excruciating pain made her groan involuntarily, and cold sweat dripped down her chin, splashing onto the straw on the ground.

She gritted her teeth and wrapped the rag around her back three times, tightening it hard. Her teeth chattered from the pain, but blood still instantly seeped through the gray cloth, staining a large dark red patch.

She dared not delay, took out the short knife she had picked up from under the altar, tucked it into her waistband, and stuffed the corner of her clothes with the cloth patterned on it into her bosom—this was something Lin Yiyu and she had risked their lives to retrieve, and she couldn't lose it.

Before leaving, she squatted down next to Choi Ji-ho and gently touched his hand; it was icy cold.

"Brother Cui, I'm going to find Xiaoyu, I'll be back soon."

Her voice was hoarse, as if she were talking to Choi Ji-ho, or perhaps trying to encourage herself.

"Just hang in there a little longer. When we get back, we'll take you out."

The temple door opened and closed again, letting in a cold wind that nearly extinguished the candlelight.

As soon as Shi Wanxia stepped out of the alley, she was nailed to the spot by a sharp pain—the arrow wound on her back felt like it was being pricked by countless needles when the wind blew. With every step she took, the wound was torn apart and blood dripped down her trouser leg, leaving faint red marks on the bluestone slab.

She dared not walk on the main road, but could only walk around the narrow alley, her eyes fixed on the movements at the alley entrance.

Lin Yiyu just ran towards the east of the city. She has to hurry, or she might never see him again.

But she hadn't gone far when she stumbled and fell to the ground, her palm scraping against the cobblestones and drawing blood.

She tried to stand up, supporting herself on her arms, but the pain in her back made her gasp and her vision blurred.

"Xiaoyu... wait for me..."

She bit her lip, tasted the blood, and forced herself to stand up, continuing to walk while holding onto the wall.

The sound of rebel patrolling footsteps echoed in the alley, so she quickly hid in the nearby woodshed, which was filled with moldy firewood, and a musty smell filled her nostrils.

She held her breath, listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer. The pain in her back made it almost impossible for her to breathe, so she could only cover her mouth tightly, afraid that she would make a sound.

Only after the patrol team left did she dare to peek out. Just as she was about to leave, she saw a few drops of fresh blood on the ground—it was black fabric fiber, the same as the shorts Lin Yiyu was wearing!

Her heart tightened, and she ran forward following the trail of blood, ignoring the pain in her wounds, her eyes fixed only on the trail of blood that stretched out before her.

As she ran past the third corner, she suddenly heard the sound of clashing weapons and the shouts of rebels: "Kid, why don't you run! Let's see how long you can hold out!"

Shi Wanxia's heart jumped into her throat. She pressed herself against the wall and slowly peeked out.

In a dead-end alley in the east of the city, five rebels surrounded Lin Yiyu with knives in hand. He leaned against the wall, his black short coat soaked in blood, the wound on his arm still bleeding, and his crossbow long since out of arrows. He could only clutch a broken brick, staring intently at the rebels.

"Little Feather!"

Without a second thought, Shi Wanxia rushed out, thrusting her short knife at the nearest rebel soldier.

Lin Yiyu turned around abruptly, and when he saw her, his eyes were red. He roared, "Sister Shi! Why are you back! Let's go!"

Caught off guard by Shi Wanxia's attack, the rebel soldier suffered a cut on his arm. He roared and turned to slash at Shi Wanxia, ​​yelling, "You're asking for death!"

Shi Wanxia had no martial arts skills and could only dodge awkwardly. However, the wound on her back was pulled, and the pain made her move a beat slower. The back of the knife grazed her arm, leaving a deep wound that exposed the bone, and blood gushed out instantly.