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Kazama had been watching him intently, rolling a phrase in his mind: "Lord Jun is sick." And it wasn't just a minor illness; there was something wrong with his head.
Zhong Xue hated being looked at this way, as if he were completely exposed except for his clothes. Especially since the person doing the looking was a man. So he naturally spat out a word, "Get lost."
"Yes." Kazama obediently ran off, but after a few steps, he suddenly realized his purpose. He quickly turned back, smiling sheepishly, "Lord Jun, I have something to report."
Zhong Xue was still fuming and shot him a glance. "Did someone get you pregnant?"
"Something even worse than that."
"Did someone get you pregnant again?"
He wiped the sweat from his brow. "No, it's Feng Lingjun who has arrived."
Zhong Xue smirked ominously. "Make sure to treat him well."
"Yes." Kazama replied, but in his heart, he wondered how to handle Feng Lingjun; it might be a bit difficult to get someone pregnant, or perhaps giving him some laxatives would be a good idea.
He thought Feng Lingjun would come in a few days, but since he was so eager, he deserved to cool off. However, using such despicable means against a national Lord Jun would surely tarnish Chengyang Jun's reputation even further.
He was quite willing to ruin his reputation a bit more; after all, he didn't care. The only person he cared about was always one person and everything related to him.
But… what was wrong with Lord Jun today? Why did he seem so fiery? Could it be that he accidentally got someone else pregnant? If that were true, they would need to kill a chicken to celebrate properly.
Laughing to himself, he ran out to prepare, planning to ask the kitchen to stew a chicken first and then prepare a jar of wine mixed with croton seeds. The wine was for Feng Lingjun; as for the chicken… he would keep it for himself.
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In the main hall of Fengling Duke's Residence, Chengyang Jun received Feng Lingjun.
On someone else's turf, Feng Lingjun appeared unusually humble. It was surprising for a man in his thirties to address Zhong Xue as "brother" repeatedly, which made listeners cringe. The two engaged in private conversation for an hour during which only Kazama brought some food; no one knew what they discussed.
San Chun wasn't concerned about why Feng Lingjun had come; she only wanted to find Qing. After cleaning herself up and learning that Feng Lingjun had arrived, she immediately went out searching for him and eventually found him.
Qing wasn't with Feng Lingjun's entourage but stood outside the main hall, observing quietly with an expression that resembled that of a competent attendant.
She tried to catch his eye, but unfortunately, he didn't see her. There were too many people around; she couldn't approach and could only wait nearby. After a while, it seemed he entered the hall and came out about half an hour later before standing still again.
In just a short while, he suddenly furrowed his brows tightly and began to run with his hands on his stomach.
San Chun watched him head west, likely to the restroom, and hurried to follow.
After all, it was the Fengling Duke's Residence, where the restrooms were built larger than elsewhere. Moreover, due to Chengyang Jun's generosity, they used white handkerchiefs for wiping. Unlike at Feng Lingjun's place, where one had to bring their own toilet paper or make do with a handful of dirt.
Qing Wuxin admired the luxury of this restroom. He didn't know what was wrong with him; Feng Lingjun had boasted about his exceptional swordsmanship, and Chengyang Jun had called him in to compete with the guard Kazama. He defeated Kazama, and then Chengyang Jun gifted him a cup of wine, and after that, this was how he ended up.
His stomach hurt severely, as if something was twisting his intestines. He loosened his belt, and as soon as he squatted down, it all came rushing out.
He couldn't help but sigh; it was his own fault for not being smart enough. Could he drink freely at Chengyang Junfu? Look at that—just one cup had caused a problem. It was also commendable for Feng Lingjun to have stayed inside for so long without touching a drop.
While he pondered where to find some anti-diarrheal medicine, he suddenly heard a loud "bang" as the restroom door was pushed open forcefully.
When he saw who stood before him, he was so startled that his pants nearly fell into the pit. Recognizing the scar on her face, he frowned and said, "Could you have some awareness as a woman?"
San Chun rubbed her nose. She was indeed a "woman," but she really had no "awareness."
Ignoring his look that seemed like he wanted to kick her away, she closed the door behind her and whispered, "Is it convenient to talk here?"
Qingbai glanced at her; of course, this place wasn't convenient, but she had already come in—what else could be done? She turned around and casually grabbed a handkerchief to wipe herself.
San Chun covered her nose; the restroom did smell a bit foul, but it was better than being seen. If anyone in the residence discovered she was with Feng Lingjun's people, it would be hard not to misunderstand her as a spy.
Hastily tying her belt back up, Qingdao asked, "Since you're fine, I can relax. Where have you been these days?"
"Right here in Chengyang Junfu."
She explained how she had found him in the mountains and how Zhong Xue had brought her back to the residence.
Qing frowned deeply upon hearing this. "Did Chengyang Jun recognize you?"
"Of course not." Seeing his expression change for the worse, she hurriedly flattered him, "Qing's disguise technique is the best."
She couldn't be bothered with such flattery; she had searched for her for two days in the mountains without finding her. At that time, he still had urgent matters to attend to and returned to the State of Chu first. In doing so, he inadvertently uncovered some news: Feng Lingjun intended to use her as a bargaining chip to offer her to Chengyang Jun.
San Chun felt a chill run down her spine. During this trip to Wei Kingdom, everything seemed strange; it turned out someone had arranged it all deliberately. First, they lured her into choreographing for Dancer; when Dancer suddenly broke her leg, she had no choice but to take over. Later on, when Zhong Xue took an interest in her and nearly assaulted her—it seemed this entire series of events had likely been orchestrated by Yan Ping.
Yan Ping is very perceptive. When she was at Fengling Jun's Residence, he always seemed to be hovering around her, perhaps having already realized that she is a woman. But on what basis do they determine that she has such a significant influence on Chengyang Jun?
During the time spent with Chengyang Jun, she didn't think he was as bad as rumored. He is somewhat authoritarian, a bit cunning, and somewhat moody, but he isn't the type to kill anyone on sight. Would someone like him really invest so much in a woman?
If he were to exchange her for troops, horses, or money, if she truly had that kind of ability, she could just exchange the money herself and spend it.
She couldn't figure it out in her mind, so she asked Qing, but he didn't know the reason either; he only told her to keep it hidden and not to let anyone find out.
San Chun nodded. She wanted to ask something else but saw him staring at her with a face full of bruises and sweat.
She instantly understood that he was about to explode and teased him, "Don't worry, I don't mind the smell."
"I mind your smell," he shot back with cold eyes.
Knowing he was angry, she dared not stay any longer and chuckled as she left. However, she thought to herself that since he was so anxious, she would deliberately make it difficult for him.
Of course, Qing couldn't hear what she was thinking. If he did, it would probably infuriate him to the point of spitting blood, and then he'd find someone to verify whether she was really a woman.
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