Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Zhong Xue was examining the military defense map in the official room when he casually remarked, "What about her?"
"She needs to show sincerity in her offerings; without offerings, how can there be sincerity?"
"In that case, let's prepare something for her."
He handed a plate of fresh fruits and a plate of pastries to Kazama, who turned and delivered them to the soldier to take out.
As the soldier left, Kazama asked, "Does Lord Jun believe that person is here to offer sacrifices?"
"Of course not," Zhong Xue replied without lifting his eyelids. "Go see what kind of strange behavior is happening over there."
"Understood." Kazama went out and returned shortly, shaking his head and sighing heavily.
Zhong Xue asked him what happened. He was troubled about how to describe it; after all, he had never seen someone so clever yet so thick-skinned.
As soon as he stepped outside, he saw a person kneeling in the spacious training ground. She wasn't kneeling in a very formal way but rather in a strange posture that felt oddly comfortable at first glance. In front of her were two plates of fruit and pastries. At that moment, she was holding an apple in her left hand and a piece of pea cake in her right, taking bites from each with great enjoyment.
When someone passed by, she immediately bowed her head in prayer, repeatedly expressing gratitude for Heavenly Will's blessings, as if those foods were given to her regularly.
In his opinion, if she was hungry, why go through so many twists and turns?
After hearing the report, Zhong Xue couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. Such a clever foodie was truly wasted as a Centurion.
He looked on but didn't rush to punish her; he decided to wait a while and see if it would rain.
San Chun knelt there under the blazing sun. As time passed, she began to feel unbearably hot, as if she had been thrown into a steamer, soon sweating profusely. After suffering from the heat for a while, she wrapped her head with her clothes. Unable to endure it any longer, she moved to a shaded area; after all, no one had specified where she had to kneel.
After eating her fill, feeling comfortable in her stomach and in good spirits, she closed her eyes and almost dozed off for a moment. However, as the sun gradually tilted westward, that good mood began to fade away.
If it got dark and still didn't rain, she would really be out of luck.
She didn't know what she was thinking at that time, why she was reading the text. If she was praying for the Wei Kingdom to have good weather, for the people to live in peace and prosperity, and for Lord Jun to be healthy, wouldn't that mean she had nothing left?
Unfortunately, now it was too late to regret. Could the lord spare her life considering she had never committed any crimes?
Praying, sincerely praying, this time it came from the heart, her head knocking on the ground, sounding particularly loud.
Zhong Xue walked out of the room and saw her fervently knocking her head. She was kneeling on the ground, her head bobbing up and down, with crumbs of pastries still stuck to her mouth that she hadn’t bothered to wipe clean.
He walked over and said lightly, "Isn't it too late to pray now?"
His foot was right in front of her, the dark, exquisitely crafted boots clearly visible.
She couldn't help but sigh softly; perhaps admitting her mistake now could earn her some leniency.
Just as she was about to admit her fault, saying she didn’t understand literature and was being lazy, and might as well let him hit her with thirty Military Rods, she suddenly noticed that the bright sun from earlier had turned dark in an instant. Then came a thunderclap that seemed to shake the entire earth.
San Chun felt a smile creeping up at the corners of her mouth, almost laughing.
"It's raining! It's raining!" she exclaimed joyfully. Thanking the lord for sparing her life.
Zhong Xue replied indifferently, "It's just thunder."
Indeed, there was thunder; several rumbles echoed without a single drop of rain falling.
San Chun's expression stiffened. It couldn't really just be thunder without rain, could it?
Seeing her terrified expression, he suddenly found it amusing and said softly, "Get up. Today I'll spare you this time; if you dare speak nonsense again, I'll deal with you."
He didn't actually want her life; he just hated being lied to and wanted to teach her a lesson. Now that she had already exposed herself and knelt, it was fine.
San Chun got up as instructed, feeling that she should express her gratitude, and knelt again, saying, "Thank you, Lord Jun, for your kindness."
As soon as she finished speaking, the rain began to fall. It wasn't heavy, but it dripped continuously, creating a soft pattering sound. Looking at the fine rain that fell like cow hair, she felt a slight chill on her skin.
She regretted hitting her head so hard and then remembered that the medicine on her face shouldn't get wet. In a panic, she stood up and ran away without waiting to take her leave.
Behind her, Kazama shouted angrily, "You little brat, how rude!"
San Chun bent down and held her stomach, saying, "Nature calls; please don't blame me."
Kazama snorted, "You ate two large plates of fruit cakes; it's no wonder you're having stomach issues."
Zhong Xue watched her retreating figure and pondered for a moment before saying, "Follow her."
Kazama was confused. "What do we follow her for?"
"Just watch."
He hesitated. "But she's going to the restroom... and she's a man..."
Zhong Xue sneered, "I told you to go, so just go."
This girl named Chun had too many mysteries surrounding her. He didn't believe she was the 'Chun' from the Flying Tiger Army; how could a hardened soldier look so delicate with red lips and white teeth? Moreover, she resembled San Chun too much, which made him eager to find out if they were indeed the same person.
As for why he sent Kazama instead of going himself—well, think about it. How could he, as Lord Jun, guard a restroom? That would be too embarrassing.
Of course, there was also the most important reason: he suspected that she might not even be in the restroom at all. Sending Kazama was just to confirm that.
Kazama went away for a while and indeed did not find San Chun. He asked a few people in the camp, but no one knew where she had gone. He sighed in relief; as long as he didn't have to look at men's backsides, he didn't mind being scolded by Lord.
Zhong Xue did not scold him, and naturally, he couldn't go around searching for someone who needed to relieve themselves. As the saying goes, there is plenty of time ahead; as long as she was in this camp, he wasn't worried about her slipping up. If she dared to play tricks in front of him, then they would see who had more tricks up their sleeve.
San Chun actually hadn't gone far; she just went to the kitchen to fill a basin with water, first washing off the disguise potion from her face and then applying a new one. At this time, there was still some time before mealtime; meals in the military camp were served late, and the kitchen was the quietest place before mealtime.
She quickly tidied up, and by the time she saw Zhong Xue again, she had returned to her waxy yellow appearance.
The rain had stopped, and as it grew dark, Zhong Xue set off back to his residence. She returned to bow and thank him, but from the moment she reappeared until his carriage drove away, he did not look at her again.
She felt somewhat relieved and truly hoped that from now on, he would never think of her again.
For two or three consecutive days, Chengyang Jun did not come again, which made San Chun very pleased.
In some ways, life in the military camp was better than in Chengyang Junfu; at least here she had freedom and could move around freely when not training.
On the day Chengyang Jun left, he did not arrange anything for her, so she could continue her idle days. When bored, she would ride out of the city, swim in Fen Shui River, catch a few fish to grill, or lie down in the pit where she used to stay.
Comment 0 Comment Count