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Zhong Xue smiled and said, "You haven't slept all night either. Rest for a moment; someone will come to take us away when it gets light."
Before she could ask who that "someone" was, Zhong Xue had already thrown her onto the soft blanket made of long fur and pressed down on her. His movements were so sudden that she was caught off guard. She cried out in pain, and as her delicate frame lay on her back, he saw the fearful expression on her face after losing her balance.
He couldn't help but chuckle, feeling an immense satisfaction within. In the past, she had always been high and mighty, someone to be looked up to, but at this moment, she truly resembled a woman, displaying a woman's emotions. He had finally fulfilled his wish, placing her firmly beneath him.
He was no longer the Wei Guo Gongzi who was bullied by others, and she was no longer the noble and dignified Crown Prince Yan; she was simply his woman.
San Chun felt as if a boat oar had collided with another boat's hull in shadowy waters filled with algae. Even though they were separated by several layers of clothing, she could feel his armor against her soft flesh. The hardness and coldness of the metal mixed with the scent of blood made her too frightened to move.
At this moment, he seemed extremely unfamiliar, like a bloodthirsty leopard licking its lips, as if wanting to savor the delicacy before him.
Sensing her body fragrance, Zhong Xue felt a surge of restlessness. Especially after killing someone, a strong desire surged within him, akin to countless ants biting at him, making him feel unbearably itchy. Particularly when he touched her warm and smooth skin, he could no longer suppress his urge to have her.
He leaned down to kiss her forehead and cheeks, moving inch by inch downward; his lips were cool and soft. She desperately tried to evade him, making it difficult for their lips to meet. He struggled between advancing and retreating, a faint flush appearing on his face as beads of sweat glistened.
San Chun looked at him and found that this impulsive beauty radiating from his desire was captivating. Yet in stark contrast to this thought, her body fiercely resisted, unwilling to be invaded.
Zhong Xue sensed her resistance and did not want to force himself upon her. If it weren't for his youthful recklessness taking away her innocence back then, there wouldn't have been the subsequent war.
He dared not use force against her; he released her and strode out without looking back.
It is difficult for anyone to maintain a healthy mindset in such situations. The hardness beneath him remained unresolved, which was certainly uncomfortable.
With a loud shout, he called Kazama over to bring a bucket of cold water and poured it over himself.
As the cool breeze blew in, it chilled him completely and blew away all his restless thoughts.
He removed his armor and changed into a different set of clothes. When he returned, he was no longer the same as before. Lying down beside her, he said coldly, "Rest for a while; it will be dawn soon."
San Chun hugged the blanket and dozed off for a while. Just as she was sleeping soundly, she suddenly heard a commotion outside. She opened her eyes, and Zhong Xue had already gone out.
When she lay down, she didn't dare to take off her clothes; she just tidied herself up a bit before stepping outside.
Suddenly, there were many people outside the tent, and judging by their attire, they seemed to be from the State of Chu. Zhong Xue was standing not far from the tent, talking to a short man.
Without needing to see his face, just by looking at his height, San Chun knew who it was. After all, how many people could be as short as Yan Ping, who barely reached others' feet even when standing on tiptoe?
Seeing him made San Chun grit her teeth in frustration. She stood aside and didn't want to walk over, fearing she might not be able to resist the urge to bite him.
She ignored him, but there was someone who was foolish enough to provoke her.
Yan Ping had somehow approached with his unique shuffling steps and bowed slightly to her. "I didn't expect to see you here, Miss. What a pleasure!" His expression showed no surprise that she wasn't in Qin State, but rather in Zhong Xue's camp.
San Chun returned a standard gesture of placing her right hand over her left, wishing to curse him. But he completely disregarded it, sidestepping and grinning at her. "Miss, are you perhaps unwilling to see me?"
She gritted her teeth; it would be strange if she wanted to see him.
"What brings Lord Yan here?"
"Just delivering a gift."
What good could come from a weasel delivering gifts? A thought crossed her mind, and she asked, "Did something happen last night?"
"It’s nothing serious; it’s just that King of Chu suddenly fell gravely ill last night, and for now, Feng Lingjun is acting as regent." Perhaps thinking she wasn't an outsider, he couldn't even be bothered to put on an act, casually mentioning King of Chu's illness with a smile.
San Chun sighed lightly. Even if he was seriously ill, it must have been due to shock. Last night’s incident in Ying City was so significant, yet now the city gates were wide open as usual, and people were coming and going without a care in the world, as if no one knew about what happened last night. Wasn't that too strange?
Last night's commotion was so loud that even she, outside the city, heard it. How could they keep it from the world? Did they need a thief to invade and be caught by the officials?
The King of Chu was terrified, having eliminated another faction of his own. This time, Feng Lingjun had also achieved his wish. However, why did Zhong Xue agree to help him? Was it in exchange for the city, or did he have other plans?
While pondering this, a voice suddenly came from behind, "If you're really curious, why not just ask me? Why trouble yourself?"
San Chun turned around to see Zhong Xue standing not far away, smiling at him.
At this moment, she dared not ask him anything; she was too busy trying to avoid him. She quickly lowered her head, pretending to suddenly find interest in the stones on the ground.
Yan Ping didn't stay long and soon took his leave back to the city. Perhaps there were still many matters left unresolved in court. The gifts he brought this time were few, but each one was exquisite.
San Chun sat in the carriage, sifting through the items in the rosewood box. A large string of pearls was strung together, and a pigeon egg-sized luminous pearl sparkled brightly; each piece could fetch a price worthy of a Noble Lady.
As she played with a string of pearls, she listened to Zhong Xue recounting last night's battle.
Just as she had suspected, Feng Lingjun had sent someone to open the city gates, and it was his men who opened the palace doors as well. Zhong Xue's cavalry charged straight in, wreaking havoc in Chu Palace. The King of Chu was dragged from his dragon bed; with a sword slashing down, he was immediately terrified out of his wits. Soon after, Feng Lingjun arrived with his men and drove back the Wei Army.
As for who ultimately allowed the Wei Army into the city, it would be blamed on whoever was disliked. Feng Lingjun's strategy was indeed ruthless. The villain acted through Zhong Xue while he reaped the benefits. After this incident, the State of Chu would be nothing more than his possession.
The reason they dared not linger in Chu was that they feared retaliation from its army. Politics were like this; few kings across nations had clean hands. The process mattered little; what mattered was the outcome. This was Zhong Xue's perspective.
San Chun, however, did not see it this way. She believed that a king should win people over with virtue; how could someone drenched in blood earn their trust?
Zhong Xue already knew she would think this way; Yan Dan was just such a person. If she didn't think this way, she wouldn't truly be that person.
Everything became clear, yet San Chun wondered why Zhong Xue wasn't someone who did good deeds without seeking recognition. Why would he expend effort to help someone? When she asked Zhong Xue about it, he merely smiled enigmatically without revealing anything.
San Chun pondered that it would be much easier to have leverage over Feng Lingjun in the future.
The army had been riding for more than ten days and finally arrived at the Qin State. The journey had been relatively calm, and they smoothly entered the territory of Qin State.
Upon reaching Qin State, it was no longer possible to charge straight in; there was no second Feng Lingjun in Qin State. Therefore, the main force remained at the border while Zhong Xue took a team of personal guards into Qin.
Historically, Qin State had always been a wild land, with customs and culture different from other countries. The people were also somewhat rugged. As they traveled, they encountered many bold representations of Qin people, which felt quite refreshing.
Before long, they arrived at the capital of Qin State, Xianyang. Zhong Xue went to the palace to meet the Qin Wang, leaving San Chun alone in the Embassy.
The Embassy here lacked high beds and soft pillows; the furnishings were much simpler, especially with few entertainment facilities. Unlike the large gardens in Chu State where singers and dancers entertained guests, or the ornate architecture of Wei Kingdom with exquisite food.
Zhong Xue knew that she did not like feminine things or being around women, so she always had Kazama accompany her when going out. With someone to talk to, she did not feel lonely.
In fact, San Chun had an average impression of Kazama. She preferred straightforward big boys rather than someone who was two-faced like him. However, it was strange for anyone following Zhong Xue not to be two-faced.
After sitting in the room reading for a while and drinking some tea, feeling a bit bored, Kazama suggested taking a walk outside.
Of course, this "outside" did not mean Main Street; who would dare take her out without Chengyang Jun's orders? This outside referred to stepping out of the door within a hundred meters inside the Embassy.
After walking around outside for a bit, San Chun found it quite uninteresting and was about to return to her room when she suddenly spotted a man standing by a large banyan tree, staring intently at her.
He appeared to be around forty years old, dressed in brocade clothing that indicated he was likely an official.
Since donning female attire, she had attracted glances wherever she went. San Chun had grown somewhat accustomed to it and was just about to bypass him when she saw the man suddenly lunge forward and tightly embrace her.
San Chun was startled and wanted to push him away, but the man had already started crying uncontrollably. It was quite a sight to see a man nearing fifty weeping so loudly; it was truly an unpleasant sight.
While crying, the man murmured, "Daughter, is this a dream? I finally see you today."
San Chun had already lifted her leg, preparing to kick him, but upon hearing this, she froze. Could this really be her long-lost father?
Things could fall from the sky—raindrops, hailstones, stones, even a pie or a sign—but she had never heard of anyone having a father fall from the sky.
Although this situation seemed a bit far-fetched, San Chun felt very excited. She had always fantasized about finding her parents. Could it be that someone had taken pity on her and sent one down?
She wiped her tears and shouted, "Father—"
"Daughter, Dan, my Dan."
Eggs or salted duck eggs?
The two embraced once more and cried out loud.
After crying for a while and noticing that her throat was getting hoarse, San Chun reluctantly pushed him away and asked, "Dear father, who are you?"
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