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In the residence of Fengling Jun, someone once described his height, saying he could walk under a carriage on tiptoe. Now, it seems that statement wasn't an exaggeration.
With a light laugh, I deliberately teased him, "Lord Yan, why not move a wooden stool to stand on?"
"Indeed," Yan Ping actually replied, and went to fetch something unknown to place under his feet, which indeed raised him significantly. At least... he could see my mouth now...
I laughed out loud and asked, "What brings you here, Lord Yan?"
Yan Ping was not at all annoyed; he turned his round eyes and said, "Nothing much, just bringing some food for the lady."
He handed over a large food box; it was impressive that his arm could lift such a big box.
San Chun moved her bound hands and asked, "Am I supposed to eat like this?"
"The lady is a noble person with maidservants to attend to her; there’s no need for her to do it herself."
San Chun was furious and wanted to curse. What kind of noble person was she? She was merely a piece of merchandise with a price tag on her.
Suppressing her anger, she asked him, "When can I see Lord Jun?"
"We are taking the lead; Lord Jun will return to the country soon."
So Feng Lingjun hadn't left Daliang yet.
After delivering the meal, Yan Ping left. She gestured to the two maidservants to help her eat.
The truth is that being bound is really uncomfortable; she couldn't move her body and couldn't sleep soundly. When she needed to relieve herself, she had to have someone help her take off her pants. Eating, drinking, relieving herself, and sleeping all happened in one place. She must have been incredibly unlucky to end up in this situation.
She had tried several times to escape, but no matter how she maneuvered or fabricated stories, the two maidservants ignored her, leaving her feeling frustrated.
In a bad mood, every time she saw Yan Ping, she would curse at him to vent her feelings. As for this newly promoted Yan Daifu, it was unclear whether he truly had a generous temperament or simply didn't regard her as important; he never got angry at her no matter what she said. However, the wooden stool under his feet seemed to be getting higher each time. Was he trying to show that he also had authority?
After more than ten days of painful living, she was finally sent to Ying City.
Upon entering Fengling Jun's Residence, the ropes binding her were removed. After getting off the carriage, she was confined in a courtyard within the residence. On the surface, it seemed like she was free, but looking at the guards outside made her feel an urge to explode with anger.
What was Yaya doing? Was she a criminal? Had she really dug up his family grave or disturbed his tomb? How could they treat her this way?
Feeling that it was all too meaningless, she didn't wash her face or comb her hair, treating it as if she were in prison.
Three days later, the owner, who she supposedly disturbed by digging up graves, finally returned. As soon as he entered the residence, without even bothering to eat, the first thing he did was summon her to the inner hall.
After several days of being disheveled and unkempt, her face looked quite pitiful.
When Yan Ping came in to see her, he was almost taken aback by her appearance and hurriedly instructed a maid to groom her.
The maid combed her dark hair smoothly and inserted a jade hairpin, adorned with delicate silver bead tassels that highlighted her charming face. She dressed her in a deep blue brocade long dress, embroidered with white plum blossoms at the hem, and cinched it with a white brocade belt around her slender waist. Perhaps due to poor appetite, her waist had become even more alluring these past few days. It was hard to tell whether it was the clothes that flattered her or if it was she who made the clothes look good; either way, this girl from the countryside exuded a hint of nobility.
Looking at herself in the bronze mirror, San Chun felt quite pleased. No wonder Feng Lingjun had his eye on her; even like this, she had some potential to confuse the King.
When she entered the inner hall, Feng Lingjun was savoring tea. Perhaps he had been waiting too long; there was already some impatience in his expression.
Suddenly, when he raised his eyes and saw San Chun, his hand trembled slightly, spilling a cup of tea onto his clothes without him noticing.
He had known San Chun was beautiful; having seen her in male attire had already captivated many. He never expected that in female attire she would be so stunning. Even he, someone who had seen countless beauties, found it hard to maintain his composure.
He forced himself to regain his composure and gestured for her to sit down at the table beside him.
This was San Chun's first time sitting in a spacious hall surrounded by delicacies; she felt somewhat overwhelmed by the attention.
Not being polite at all, she picked up a piece of cake and put it into her mouth while chewing and mumbling, "What does Lord Jun want with me?"
Feng Lingjun felt that the moment of astonishment had vanished, leaving faster than a fleeting thought. With such demeanor, even beauty would lose some of its luster.
He frowned, "What is your real name?"
"San Chun."
"Where do you live?"
"In Xiang County, Niushan Village, in the State of Chu."
"How many people are in your family?"
"One brother and one sister." The brother is Qing, and the sister is Zhu; she wasn't sure if they recognized her, but that's how she saw it.
Feng Lingjun asked a few more questions and found her responses neither servile nor arrogant, which made him regard her with a bit more respect.
She was different from those noble ladies of the State of Chu, from ordinary village girls, and from all the women of the time. It seemed that after being confined for several days, she showed little emotional fluctuation, not even a hint of fear. If it were another woman, she might have already been crying.
Although none of what she said was likely true, it didn't matter whether it was real or not; as long as he believed it to be true, that was enough. As for whether her true identity was that of the Daughter of Ju Rong, it became less important.
He asked, "Do you know what I want you to do?"
San Chun pouted; when do kidnappers ask their captives what they want to do?
Fortunately, she had an idea in her mind. Since they had started talking, she might as well engage fully; even as a commodity, there was dignity to uphold.
She smiled and said, "Since Lord Jun has asked about my intentions, I will share them."
Feng Lingjun chuckled, "What do you think you can do?"
"San Chun said, 'Lord Jun can ask me to do things, but... the reward must be split fifty-fifty.' She held up five fingers.
Feng Lingjun was confused. 'What does this mean?'
'The earnings from selling myself will be divided in half. Lord Jun doesn't intend to sell me off, but regardless of which country I am sold to, it should be one half for each person, right?'
At that moment, Feng Lingjun's expression was almost one of shock. Even a princess of a nation, when married off to another country for the sake of her homeland, had no right to negotiate terms. How much less could she, a mere girl? He was Lord Jun; it was not her place to dictate terms. Even if she were sold, what difference would it make? In this world, those without power or influence were destined to be at the mercy of others.
Was she being bold or merely delusional?
Her face darkened as she slammed her hand down on the table, causing the plates and bowls on it to rattle and nearly fall to the ground.
San Chun remained unfazed, still chewing on a piece of cake. She had eaten too much earlier and was now taking her time.
'Lord Jun, please don't be angry; a sixty-forty split is also acceptable.'
Feng Lingjun's eyes widened in disbelief. It was surprising that such an elegant person could be pushed to lose their composure by her.
She felt a surge of satisfaction within herself, even surprising herself with her quick wit and composure. Ever since leaving Niushan Village, she had become even smarter; for now, let's assume she was right."
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