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"Why?" Cen Ya asked honestly.
Piao Xue couldn't help but pout, murmuring, "Does Shopkeeper Jiang mean that Langya Prince might get angry and kill the weakest Hong Qianjun?"
Jiang Han calmly replied, "Today, I didn't want Hong Qianjun to drink at all! After all, that old fellow could really drink himself to death! And as the leader of the delegation, if he dies here, it would be hard to explain. Even if he just gets drunk, we would have a hard time explaining it to the Xia Country Emperor!"
He continued, "Moreover, Hong Qianjun lost. I just observed his condition; it's not good! I'm worried that Langya Prince might give Hong Qianjun something to make him sleep tonight and not wake up again! So, Yan Dong, you need to pay attention! It would be best if you could arrange for some Xing Jiu Tang for them!"
Piao Xue couldn't help but ask, " Shopkeeper Jiang, isn't it a bit too much to set him up and then send him Xing Jiu Tang?"
Jiang Han waved his feather fan and smiled. "It's different. We can make him half-dead; if he dies, that's another matter!"
After the gambling battle outside the capital, even if Mu Jinkun and the others lost, I judge that Mu Jinkun is unlikely to die. The Ninth Princess will offer a large amount of benefits to His Majesty in exchange for Mu Jinkun's life."
He analyzed leisurely, "But if tonight we really let the weakest Hong Qianjun drink himself to death, it would be quite troublesome. What if Mu Jinkun drinks himself to death?" Ling Xue asked proactively.
"That's his own fault; if he drinks himself to death in a drunken stupor, Xia Country Emperor will pretend not to know. But if we let the pillar of Xia Guo Tan die here, that's a whole different concept."
Jiang Han chuckled in response and was about to walk down the stairs when he saw Lin Qingyue standing at the door.
He couldn't help but gather his fan and walked over. "Lin General, please step aside."
"Am I blocking your way?" she retorted. "Am I hindering you from going home to sleep with four women?"
"Jiang Han," she pressed on, "answer me this: if I reconcile with you and marry over, will I only be a concubine?"
Jiang Han was taken aback. Was this woman out of her mind? "Who said anything about reconciling? Besides, even if you were my concubine, I'd still complain that you can't even give a proper massage."
"Lin General," she said seriously, "our relationship has come to an end! From now on, we are no longer involved. How many women I have is none of your business."
As for whether you seek out other men, that has nothing to do with me.
Jiang Han said slowly, "As for your desire to trade for supplies and weapons with me, I can only respond that it’s impossible!"
Lin Qingyue suddenly fixed her gaze on Jiang Han, her eyes revealing a pleading expression as she asked, "Is it true that we can't reconcile?"
She still wanted to get back together. If they were to reunite, Lin Qingyue would gain immense benefits. Whether in terms of supplies or face, she would experience an unprecedented elevation. After all, the son of the Langya Prince had been castrated, and the Emperor showed no concern, even opposing the Langya Prince. The Emperor's confidence came entirely from Jiang Han.
Lin Qingyue constantly fantasized about the day she could also stand against the Langya Prince.
"You must have developed feelings for me again!" she thought. "It's just that my abilities and talents make it impossible for you not to like me." Ultimately, it was all about value; she was someone who calculated her interests meticulously.
Jiang Han showed no mercy and said again, "Stop entangling me; go find another man."
At these words, Lin Qingyue's face revealed anguish as she looked at Jiang Han with a hint of sorrow.
Jiang Han completely ignored her and led the four women onto the carriage. After the carriage had moved away, a servant from the tavern approached and asked, "General Lin, would you like to return? We can prepare a carriage for you."
"No need! I want to walk for a while," Lin Qingyue replied.
Like a lost soul, she exited the tavern and walked alone through the streets of the capital. She recalled Jiang Han's words and felt a deep sense of humility in her attempts to reconcile. How could he refuse her so directly?
But Jiang Han, why must you be so outstanding? If you weren't so exceptional, I wouldn't feel this way!
If you were still that little Shopkeeper, I wouldn't regret anything or care at all. But why do you have to be so remarkable? Why is your talent so impressive?
Lin Qingyue regretted not recognizing Jiang Han's brilliance earlier. Walking alone in the dark streets, her thoughts grew heavier with sadness. After some time of feeling downcast, she resolved to win Jiang Han back.
Jiang Han must be the man of Ben Jiangjun! Even if it meant losing some face to pursue him desperately, it would be worth it!
As long as she could bring Jiang Han back, Ben Jiangjun would reap immense benefits.
Lin Qingyue murmured to herself, setting her goal: to win Jiang Han back.
The benefits of obtaining Jiang Han were truly immense!
Inside the Royal Post Station, the Ninth Princess, Hong Qianjun, and Mu Jinkun had returned. Mu Jinkun lay on the bed, crying out in discomfort. Hong Qianjun had just vomited again; he truly hadn't expected that the wine would taste so terrible. The Ninth Princess was also retching on the side, and after a while, she murmured, "Jiang Han, this Palace will never forgive you. You scoundrel, just wait! Once my Maple Forest Iron Cavalry arrives, your end will come!"
"Princess!" A female guard approached to report, "The vanguard of the Maple Forest Iron Cavalry has arrived at the outskirts of the capital!"
The Ninth Princess's eyes lit up, and a cruel smile crept across her lips as she murmured, "Jiang Han, your time is up. Hahaha."
Upon hearing that the Maple Forest Iron Cavalry had arrived, Mu Jinkun immediately shook himself awake and climbed off the bed. Supporting his head with one hand, he cautiously approached the Ninth Princess and asked with a grin, "They're here?"
"They're here! The vanguard of the Maple Forest Iron Cavalry has reached the outskirts of the capital!"
The Ninth Princess tilted her head slightly, revealing an expression of pride. Today’s humiliation would surely be repaid to Jiang Han.
Mu Jinkun beamed with excitement at her words and exclaimed, "Jiang Han, you only have a few days left to live!"
"Your Highness," he continued eagerly, "once all one thousand Maple Forest Iron Cavalry arrive, remember to count Jiang Han's life as part of our wager! If we win, not only will I survive, but Jiang Han will also die!"
"Of course!" The Ninth Princess was filled with confidence; she believed no one in this world could withstand the Maple Forest Iron Cavalry.
Suddenly, a servant rushed in with urgency. "Your Highness! Scholar Hong Qianjun is dead!"
Mu Jinkun and the Ninth Princess sprang to their feet and looked at the servant in unison. "What happened?"
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