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Daliang is the capital of the Wei Kingdom, its prosperity surpassing that of Ying City, especially in recent years under the rule of Chengyang Jun. The Wei Kingdom is flourishing, almost on par with the Chu Kingdom.
Upon arriving at Anyi, their first visit must be to Chengyang Jun. There are many rumors about this Chengyang Jun, and opinions on his character are quite controversial. Throughout the journey, San Chun hears this name mentioned most frequently.
Chengyang Jun is cunning and ruthless, known for his mercilessness, making him the most brutal Lord Jun among the Seven Kingdoms.
His temperament is unpredictable, and no one can guess what he is thinking.
In the Wei Kingdom, he holds significant power; even Wei Wang must heed his mood, and any dissatisfaction could lead to his wrath.
Yan Ping's view is that while Chengyang Jun may be brutal, it is due to circumstances that leave no choice but to kill certain individuals. Moreover, this Lord Jun governs effectively and enforces strict laws; the current state of the Wei Kingdom owes much to his contributions.
Aside from Feng Lingjun, Yan Ping rarely speaks well of other Lord Jun or princes from different countries. Hearing Yan Ping praise Chengyang Jun raises San Chun's suspicions; it feels like a vegetable seller desperately promoting his produce while neglecting to mention any flaws.
She half-jokingly says, "Lord Yan, you’re not planning to betray the Chu Kingdom and ally with Chengyang Jun, are you?"
Yan Ping replies calmly, "No, I just wanted you to know."
San Chun is speechless; Yan Ping has been acting strangely lately, quite unlike his usual self. She wonders what he is really up to.
There are many rumors about Chengyang Jun; his romantic escapades seem to be well-known throughout the Seven Kingdoms. It is common knowledge that he has a fondness for women but harbors a deep hatred for men. Some say he was deeply hurt by a man in the past, while others claim he suffered as a child at the hands of a pederast, leading him to develop an aversion to men.
People also say he excels in military strategy and commands troops like a god. His phrase "Would You Follow Me" echoes through history as he achieved numerous victories in battles against four nations, establishing the Wei Kingdom's prestige.
However, his notoriety primarily stems from his cruelty; he has executed over ten thousand prisoners of war. Any minister who dared oppose him met with severe punishment, and countless lives have been lost at his hands.
Ultimately, he is a person who causes immense headaches for others; it’s no wonder that discussions about him leave people pale with fear. Upon hearing these tales, she silently prays not to encounter Chengyang Jun. May heaven protect her!
After traveling day and night, they finally arrive at Daliang. As they enter the city gate, they see a human skin posted on it—reportedly that of Shang Dafu Lou Jie—who was flayed alive by Chengyang Jun for offending him as a warning to the citizens.
Everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knows that offending Chengyang Jun means only one thing: death.
Seeing that darkened and wrinkled piece of skin at the city gate makes San Chun feel a chill run down her spine, intensifying her fear of Chengyang Jun.
She feels both scared and sympathetic. Among the dancers being sent to this rumored devil are several who could be among those unfortunate souls; if anyone were to be one of them, they would surely be doomed. Wiping away sweat, she sheds a tear of sympathy for that unfortunate soul.
At this moment, she had no idea that the unfortunate title would soon be attached to her.
Once they entered the city, they went to the Embassy to rest, while Yan Ping sent heavy gifts to Chengyang Jun. He went for three days but could not gain entry at all. Chengyang Jun refused to accept the gifts and did not even meet him once.
Yan Ping knew that the gifts were insufficient, so he personally selected an extraordinary beauty and handed her over to San Chun for training. It was essential to stage a performance that would captivate Chengyang Jun at first sight.
This left San Chun scratching her head, resenting Yan Ping for being too ruthless with his choices. As a warrior, how could she train a Dancer?
She intended to decline but saw Yan Ping squinting his eyes and smiling like blooming spring flowers: "I heard that the Spring Warrior's dance shocked everyone at the tavern; you should be able to take on this heavy responsibility."
San Chun thought to herself, you flatterer, what shock? It was only a shock to the tavern at most. Besides, once sober, who remembers what they danced?
Yan Ping didn't care whether she was willing or not; he forcibly pushed the Dancer onto her and bounced away. It was impressive how quickly he moved on his short legs.
She had once asked Lord Yan what exactly they were seeking from Wei Kingdom on this trip.
At that time, Yan Ping smiled and said, "Just a hundred thousand troops, three cities, and a piece of alliance agreement."
She nearly spat blood upon hearing this; asking for so much, even if he offered his own mother, they wouldn't agree.
Upon hearing her reaction, he wasn't angry at all; instead, he spoke seriously: "If this matter can be accomplished, I would dare offer my mother as well. If it fails, I shall never return to Chu in this lifetime."
San Chun was utterly speechless. If he was willing to part with his mother, what could she possibly offer? With his nose and physique, his mother might not even be a beauty; if he was willing to give her up, Chengyang Jun certainly wouldn't accept her.
Thinking about his demands and determination while glancing at the beauty before her made her head throb painfully. She felt that what she had taken on was not a person but a hot potato.
This Dancer was named Mingyu; she indeed looked like a piece of jade—smooth but lacking brilliance. Considering that Chengyang Jun must have seen countless people, how could he possibly be enamored with an ordinary Dancer?
In her eyes, Yan Ping was beautiful but still slightly inferior to her; it would be strange if Chengyang Jun liked him. However, Mingyu's figure was indeed curvaceous and quite alluring.
After staring at the woman's curves for quite some time until she felt embarrassed and turned away, San Chun suddenly recalled that the Shang Family had once mentioned that men favored hazy beauty—yearning for what they could not have would lead them to desire it even more. If this dance could make him see yet not possess it, that would be perfect.
She came up with an excellent idea: using a pink gauze curtain to enclose the beauty inside, placing two rows of red candles inside. The Dancer would dance gracefully within the curtain until her clothes became disheveled, revealing her snowy white body—surely causing those outside to become hot-blooded and nosebleed.
She shared this concept with Qing and awaited the opinion of this cold-hearted man. If he found it attractive, then it would be feasible.
Qing glanced at her, disbelief evident in his eyes, and after a long pause, he uttered a few words, "Are you a woman?"
She was indeed a woman. San Chun adjusted her hair curtain and looked at him with bright eyes, "What do you think, Your Highness?"
"Very lacking in virtue."
San Chun felt pleased; this was the effect she wanted. She had been longing for this moment, and he would surely agree to Yan Ping's request. Even if he couldn't fully comply, a little concession would be acceptable.
She shared her thoughts with Yan Ping, who responded with just two words, "Absolutely wonderful."
Seeing his eyes shine brightly, he must be particularly looking forward to the Dancer's performance.
The gauze curtains, red candles, and the Dancer's attire were all prepared by Yan Ping; she only needed to teach the Dancer the basic dance steps.
This Dancer was gifted by the Shang Family and was known for her joyful dance. Her movements were extremely flexible, and with just a little guidance, she could grasp it all. To enhance the viewing experience, she specifically invited Yan Ping and Qing to come and watch.
As the Dancer began to perform, Yan Ping was already glowing with excitement, rubbing his hands together with deep anticipation. Meanwhile, Qing merely shot her a glance that seemed to blame her; perhaps he thought she shouldn't have pushed the man too hard.
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