Jiang Nannan Enters the Black Tortoise Tent at Night, Side Stories Have Their Own Sweetness Too

Night had yet to fade from Ming Dou Mountain Pass when Shrek's communication array lit up first.

Huo Yuhao had only just returned to the tactical tent with Tang Wutong when the three battle reports He Caitou had sent were laid across the table one after another. The imperial guard army in the heartland of the Star Luo Empire had been suppressed, the Heaven Soul Northern Grain Route was temporarily secure, but the final line regarding the Dou Ling Northeastern Plains was still marked in red.

The Dou Ling defensive line was truly secured on the third night.

There were no Ming Dou Mountains to defend there, nor any grain city to rely on—only plains so vast that they stretched beyond sight. Sun Moon soul-guided cannons loved this kind of terrain. Once their long-range targeting points were set up, every cavalry charge was like crashing straight into the muzzles of cannons.

Xu Sanshi held on until the very end, and the wound on his chest had never fully healed. The military physician told him to rest. He agreed verbally, then immediately planned to inspect the camp. Jiang Nannan blocked him at the tent entrance, her expression cold as frost.

"Go back and stay put."

Xu Sanshi immediately behaved himself.

Late at night, only one lamp remained in the tent. Xu Sanshi lay half-reclined, unusually free of his usual playful grin. Jiang Nannan changed his dressing with very gentle movements, though her brows remained tense. Looking at her lowered lashes, Xu Sanshi actually wished his injury would heal a little more slowly.

After changing his bandages, Jiang Nannan prepared to stand, but Xu Sanshi gently took her hand. His grip was light, as though afraid of reminding her of those old matters from before, when she had been forced into things