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San Chun frowned, suddenly recalling that Qing had once attempted to assassinate him while in the Wei Kingdom. Such a person truly deserved to die; keeping him alive would only waste food.
Young Master Qianqing was a bit stunned and took a moment to catch his breath, hurriedly saying, "I don't want it." Life was more important; as for women, there were plenty on Main Street.
Crown Prince of Qin took out a handkerchief to wipe the wine stains off his hands and extended a finger towards Feng Lingjun, saying, "One Noble Lady sold."
Feng Lingjun never expected things to end this way. However, having reached this point, offending Crown Prince of Qin and Autumn Walk would be even more costly. He smiled and said, "If the Crown Prince wants Spring Consort, then giving her to you is fine; why bother with one Noble Lady?"
"Very good." Crown Prince of Qin nodded in satisfaction.
The beauty appreciation banquet concluded. In the end, the Korean Young Master spent five hundred gold to buy Chu Young Master Xunren's flower girl, while the dark-skinned Spring Consort of Crown Prince of Qin was given to Young Master Qianqing. Meanwhile, Qianqing's noble-looking Concubine was given to Feng Lingjun.
This was hardly an appreciation event; it was essentially a covert concubine exchange meeting—your exchange for my enjoyment, my exchange for your enjoyment.
San Chun watched this unfold and couldn't help but feel even more disappointed in men.
But disappointment aside, she still had to follow behind Crown Prince of Qin when he left. She didn't know when she had acquired the name Spring Consort. They were leaving in such a hurry that she didn't even have the chance to ask Feng Lingjun for her share of the selling money. Of course, Feng Lingjun had no intention of giving it to her; he would just talk about it, but if it came down to money and silver, he would definitely fight back fiercely.
However, leaving his residence had its advantages; without the plague that was Yan Ping, escaping would be much easier.
The belongings of Crown Prince of Qin were so numerous that they couldn't fit into dozens of carriages. This trip had lasted over half a year in the State of Chu, likely accumulating quite a lot of good items. San Chun sat in the last carriage; she seemed to be the final trophy. Not long after she was loaded onto the carriage, this prince left Ying City.
As a Concubine, she at least held some status; at the very least, there was still a maid kneeling beside her to serve her needs.
She asked that Girl, "Where are we going?"
Girl didn't even glance at her, probably thinking that this Concubine who came in halfway had no weight. However, she still replied, "Xianyang."
Having returned for so long, the crown prince of a nation naturally had to go back to Xianyang.
San Chun also didn't pay much attention to her; anyway, when it was time to escape, giving her a slap would vent all her frustrations.
The convoy rested a while outside Ying City, about ten miles away, and San Chun got out of the carriage to survey the surroundings. She looked for the most convenient route to run.
Suddenly, she saw someone... She rubbed her eyes and rubbed them again, confirming it wasn't an illusion.
In the moonlight, Qing walked over slowly, getting closer and closer, casually strolling until he stopped about ten meters away from her.
She felt like she could hardly control herself from running over; her feet involuntarily took a step forward. As the saying goes, encountering an old friend in a foreign land made her heart race.
But in a flash, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't listened to his advice to protect herself and would definitely get hit. Then she thought about her current appearance; as someone else's Concubine, how could she explain herself to him?
She wisely lowered her head, staring at the tips of her shoes, nervously asking, "You... won't hit me, will you?"
Qing's slow voice sounded above her head, "What did you do?"
She sighed, "It's nothing much. I just went to Chengyang Junfu, served as a soldier in the military camp for a while, then was sent back to Fengling Jun's Residence. Now my identity is Crown Princess Chun of Qin..."
She lowered her head even further, feeling embarrassed. Such a life was indeed too colorful.
Qing lightly said, "Oh? That definitely deserves a beating."
He had told her to wait for him to return, but who would have thought so many things would happen? If he hadn't happened to be near Autumn Walk, he wouldn't have discovered that a Noble Lady had turned into a Spring Consort.
A Noble Lady? If he had known she was worth this much, he would have sold her long ago and avoided all this trouble.
With someone nearby, he couldn't say much, only gave her a glance to indicate they would talk later.
San Chun glanced at the Girl standing there obediently. She must have heard everything they said earlier, yet she acted as if nothing had happened. Perhaps this is what they call having good insight.
"Let's go." He took the Girl back to the carriage, and as soon as they got in, he knocked her out to prevent her from seizing the opportunity to send a message.
After traveling twenty miles, it was already getting dark. The Crown Prince of Qin ordered the camp to be set up. A maid came over with a set of brand new clothes, indicating that they probably wanted her to serve him tonight.
She pretended to happily agree, and when the maid asked about the Girl, she simply said she was tired and asleep. The maid cursed a few times and then left.
She didn't rush to change clothes but sat in the carriage waiting. After a long time, Qing still hadn't come. She couldn't help but mutter to herself that if he didn't come soon, she would really have to face the Crown Prince of Qin and think about how to kill him. Or maybe that was a good idea; with her skills, it would be easier to assassinate him in bed than any other way.
Just as she was pondering this, there was a light sound from outside the carriage, like a woodpecker tapping on wood. Then a package came sliding in from outside. She opened it and found men's clothing inside, along with a bottle of various colored Disguise Pills.
She quickly changed into the men's clothes and picked out a red pill to apply on her face. In an instant, she transformed into a Red-faced Man.
Jumping down from the carriage, Qing was indeed waiting for her under the moonlight. He waved at her, and then another bundle was placed in front of her.
"This is some dry food for a few days, along with some coins. You should head west; it's easier to escape by the river there."
"What about Qing? What will happen to Qing?"
"I still need to stay here."
"To assassinate the Crown Prince?"
Qing nodded. His only wish in this life was revenge. There was no time for more words now; he urged her to leave quickly.
San Chun hesitated. If she were the one to carry out the assassination, the chances of success would be higher. However, he had never mentioned it, presumably not wanting her to take the risk for him.
"I... I..." Just as she was about to say, "I won't go," her body was pushed heavily.
She stumbled and nearly fell, but saw Qing standing in front of her.
A group of people carrying lanterns approached from a distance, both men and women, likely coming to fetch her. It was too late to return to the carriage now; Qing signaled for her to run quickly.
San Chun felt a mix of emotions. After running a few hundred meters, she pondered that it wouldn't work for her to run away alone. With Qing's abilities, he might not be in danger, but if he let her go, his assassination plan could fail.
A pang of bitterness hit her heart as she turned back and ran, hiding behind a tree in search of Qing, but he was already gone.
Noises of commotion came from ahead; they must have discovered she was missing. She guessed that Qing might have left as well and could only continue running along the original path. Repeating in her mind that if his plan failed this time, she would definitely help him fulfill his wish in the future—bringing the head of the Crown Prince of Qin before him.
The road of Azure Wind Antelope is really safe; running down it, there isn't a single shadow in sight, nor is anyone chasing after her. If she were to wander around alone, who knows where she would end up.
After walking for a while, it was already pitch black. She hadn't eaten anything due to worry earlier, and now after some vigorous activity, she felt a bit hungry.
As she pondered how to find something to eat, she suddenly caught a faint whiff of meat. Instantly alert, she hugged her stomach and followed the scent. After walking for a bit, she noticed a flicker of fire ahead; it must be a caravan camping here at night, roasting meat.
The group was dressed in Wei Kingdom attire, looking like merchants. She touched her face and planned to approach them for food and drink, hoping her eloquence might even earn her a place to stay.
Hastening her steps, she bowed deeply to the circle of people gathered around the fire. "Greetings to you all."
In the dead of night, her sudden appearance startled the group. Someone asked, "Who are you?"
"Ren Sanchun," she replied. "I happened to pass by and saw your impressive demeanor. I felt admiration and came to converse with you."
This was her tactic from Azure Wind Academy; when out in the world, wearing a tall hat would surely attract attention, making it much easier to find food. She thought this time would go as planned too, but unexpectedly...
A cool voice rang out, "San Chun, is it? Have you truly discerned who we are before speaking so boldly?"
The voice was familiar—so familiar it sent chills down her spine.
San Chun squinted and saw a man sitting among them, illuminated by the flickering campfire that highlighted his extraordinary figure as a flamboyant young noble. He wore a dark satin robe with silver lace of Hibiscus peeking out from within. A jade belt adorned his waist, and he held an exquisite wine cup in his hand. He looked at her with a smile, his chin slightly raised; his grin had the playful charm of a dashing young man but also contained an almost imperceptible hint of anger.
She knew this person all too well; it seemed every time she escaped, she would encounter him. Meeting once could be called coincidence; meeting three or four times began to feel significant. Was it that they were simply fated to cross paths, or was it that her life was just too unfortunate?
She touched her nose, trying to act as if they were strangers, but since names had already been exchanged, how could she hide it?
She smiled, grinning widely, "So it's Lord Jun here. No wonder I felt the feng shui was excellent; with Lord Jun presiding, even the gods must be particularly attentive."
Such flattery would make even a stone statue smile. Zhong Xue found it somewhat amusing and admired how well she had honed her tongue.
"San Chun, is it? Should I call you Chun, or San Chun, or perhaps Spring Consort?" He raised an eyebrow, the deep red flames reflecting on his face, creating an eerie aura that made one feel intimidated.
San Chun suppressed the urge to turn and run, chuckling lightly, "Lord Jun, you're joking; there is only San Chun here."
Zhong Xue pulled out a knife to cut the roasted lamb. With a gentle slice, a piece of lamb fell off. He pinched it with his fingers and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly. After a bite, he glanced at her, "Then San Chun, with the deeper dew falling, where are you headed?"
Sensing the aroma of meat wafting through the air, she couldn't help but swallow hard and honestly replied, "I'm just hungry and too weak to walk."
A man beside Zhong Xue suddenly chuckled, "So this is also a rare gem; could it be that Lord Jun has taken notice?"
Zhong Xue shot him a glance, " Kazama, are you feeling itchy? Do you want to peel your skin off for some sun?"
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