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

Chapter 378: Entering the Palace by Order

Choi Ji-ho nodded, his gaze falling on a pile of strips of cloth that hadn't been dealt with yet.

"Let me help."

Lin Yiyu quickly stepped forward, saying, "I can help too! I know how to treat arrow wounds!"

Shi Wanxia glanced at him, a hint of a smile flashing in her eyes: "Alright, then come with me. There are a few soldiers here who have been hit by arrows. Can you help pass them some things?"

Lin Yiyu immediately agreed with a "okay" and excitedly followed Shi Wei to the other side.

Choi Ji-ho watched his retreating figure, shook his head helplessly, then picked up the scissors beside him and began cutting strips of fabric.

The night wind blew through the side courtyard, carrying the faint sounds of fighting from afar, but it could not dispel the solemnity here.

Choi Ji-ho bent down, cutting strips of cloth. The groans of the wounded and the whispers of the doctor filled his ears, but his mind was racing, pondering the daytime fire and tonight's assassination attempt.

Who is behind these two incidents? Is their target solely His Highness the Crown Prince?

He looked up at the horizon, where the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, leaving only a deep darkness, as if foreshadowing that the storm had only just begun.

As dawn broke, the first golden rays of sunlight pierced the sky, cleaving through the heavy night like a sharp blade, gradually outlining the contours of the capital city of Cangling Kingdom.

Outside the temporary resettlement site on East Street, the lingering smell of blood and herbs had not completely dissipated, only slightly diminished by the cool morning breeze.

Shi Wanxia leaned against a pillar and slowly straightened up. As she did so, a dull, aching pain shot through her waist, causing her to gasp in surprise.

She raised her hand and rubbed her stiff lower back; wherever her fingertips touched, the muscles were tense and tired.

She barely slept a wink all night, her eyes filled with groans, blood-stained clothes, and faces contorted in agony.

Now, as dawn breaks, the wounded have finally been properly cared for, with wounds cleaned, bandaged, and medication administered, and everything gradually returning to order amidst the chaos.

This allowed her to relax her tense nerves after a long night, followed by a wave of exhaustion that swept through her body.

"Miss Shi, you've worked hard."

Choi Jiho's voice rang out beside him, carrying the same undisguised exhaustion. His eyes were dark and swollen, clearly indicating that he had also stayed up all night.

He held a freshly brewed cup of hot tea in his hand. The rising steam blurred his features slightly, but it made his eyes, which were looking at Shi Wanxia, ​​appear even clearer, filled with undisguised admiration.

Ordinary women, let alone witnessing such a scene of severed limbs and rivers of blood, would be terrified and flee at the mere mention of it.

But Shi Wanxia was different. After a brief moment of shock, she quickly calmed down. Her eyes, which might have been gentle on ordinary days, were now filled with calmness and focus when she was looking at the injured person.

She directed the people methodically, assessing the severity of injuries, distributing medicines, and personally treating the wounds of the seriously injured. Her hands were incredibly steady, as if she were born to do these things.

Shi Wanxia turned her head and took the cup of tea, which was still warm. The warmth from her fingertips made her pause slightly, and then she gave a slightly pale smile: "Brother Cui was the same, he stayed up all night too."

She was extremely thirsty, her throat felt like it was on fire, and without caring about the heat, she hurriedly drank the tea in the cup in one gulp.

The warm tea slid down her throat, bringing a refreshing sensation that invigorated her.

Just then, a figure walked out from the inner courtyard; it was Shen Yanzhou.

He had changed out of the clothes that were stained with dust and blood from last night and put on a moon-white prince's casual robe, with dark gold flowing cloud patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs, which made his figure appear even more upright.

Although a trace of weariness still lingered between his brows, he was no longer the disheveled figure of the previous night. His expression was calm, his steps were composed, and he exuded the dignified demeanor befitting a crown prince.

"Miss Shi, Young Master Cui,"

Shen Yanzhou spoke, his voice steady, "Father has decreed that we be summoned to the palace immediately."

Shi Wanxia's heart stirred slightly. In the chaos last night, she vaguely heard Lin Yiyu mention that some people on West Street had accidentally ingested poison. At the time, the situation was urgent, and she did not have time to ask for details.

Seeing the Crown Prince so calm and composed, she figured the poisoning was under control, and felt a little relieved.

She quickly curtsied and said, "Your subject obeys the decree. Please wait a moment, Your Highness, while I return to my residence to change my clothes."

She was busy treating the wounded last night, and her clothes were stained quite a bit. Entering the palace in such a state would be a breach of decorum.

Shen Yanzhou nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over Shi Wanxia's slightly haggard but still clear eyes, his tone carrying a hint of gentleness that was barely perceptible: "It's alright, you may go, I will wait here."

Cui Zhihao also said, "Miss Shi, please go quickly. I'll keep an eye on things here."

After thanking her, Shi Wanxia hurriedly turned and left.

Although she walked somewhat hurriedly, she still maintained her composure.

The morning light fell on her silhouette, as if coating her with a soft halo. In that silhouette, there was not only the slenderness of a woman, but also an indomitable strength.

Back in the Shi family's courtyard, Shi Wanxia quickly washed up, changed into an elegant lake-blue ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), and then combed her hair slightly in front of the bronze mirror.

The woman in the mirror was still somewhat pale, and the dark circles under her eyes were difficult to completely conceal, but her eyes remained clear and bright, exuding a calm strength.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her physical exhaustion, and thought to herself that His Majesty's summons at this time must be for the events of last night in East Street, as well as the case of the poisoning by the spy from Yan Yue Kingdom.

After changing his clothes and going out, Shen Yanzhou and Cui Zhihao were already waiting outside the door.

The three of them boarded the carriage together and headed towards the palace.

The carriage traveled along the streets in the early morning, its wheels making a rhythmic sound as they rolled over the cobblestones.

There were already a few pedestrians on the streets, mostly early-rising vendors and street sweepers. Their faces were peaceful, seemingly unaware of the undercurrents that had swept through the capital last night.

Only the tightly closed shop doors and the occasional patrolling soldiers on the street corners hinted at something unusual.

As Shi Wanxia sat in the carriage, she closed her eyes to rest, but the scene from the previous night kept replaying in her mind.

Cries, groans, the clanging of metal, the sound of Lin Yiyu leading his men to run and shout to seal off the well...

Scenes flashed before my eyes.

All she knew was that the only thing she could do at that moment was to save one person, and then save another.

As for how Lin Yiyu sealed off the well and how the Crown Prince made arrangements, she didn't really know. She only knew that she had to guard this temporary treatment site.

Before long, the carriage arrived outside the palace.

The three of them got off the carriage and, led by a palace attendant, passed through a series of palace gates and headed toward the Hall of Supreme Harmony, where the morning court was held.