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After wandering around for the whole morning, she felt hungry and saw a restaurant ahead, so she walked in. It was mealtime, and the place was packed. After some effort, she found a seat and casually ordered some food.
A waitress served her from the side, placing the dishes on a plate before handing them to her. Feeling annoyed, she snatched the chopsticks and began to eat heartily.
While she was eating, she suddenly noticed someone across from her staring at her, with a gaze that made her feel as if she were sitting there naked, which was quite uncomfortable.
She turned her head away, but the man approached her with a lewd smile and reached out his hand, wanting to touch her face. "Where did such a beautiful girl come from?"
San Chun smiled back at him, revealing eight teeth. She raised a teacup above her head and gestured towards his waist area.
The man thought she was offering him tea and was about to take it when the scalding hot tea poured down onto his sensitive area.
This hit particularly hard; it burned his face into a grimace as he bared his teeth and shouted at her, "You shameless girl!"
San Chun replied with a smile, "How can you blame me? It was your own fault for coming over." Implying that if he hadn't approached her, he wouldn't have gotten burned.
The man howled in pain, covering his groin with both hands, not just from the burn but also from anger.
He shouted towards several tables behind him, and immediately over a dozen people stood up. They formed a line like black towers blocking out the sun.
Surrounded by them, San Chun realized she had stirred up a hornet's nest and instinctively shrank back. Looking at the waitress, she saw that the girl had already fainted from fear.
These people seemed to be swordsmen. As they drew their gleaming Bronze Swords, it was indeed quite intimidating. San Chun patted her empty belt; she had no sword and didn't even have the chance to make a sound like "clang clang."
Should she call for help or kneel down to beg for mercy? She hesitated, thinking this might be the best opportunity to prove whether anyone was following her. After all, if she were about to die, wouldn't Zhong Xue send someone to rescue her?
Someone drew their sword, causing all the patrons in the restaurant to flee in panic. Among the crowd, some recognized this burly man and knew he was part of a famous swordsman group in Daliang City. They made their living by protecting merchant caravans and noble travelers. There were many of them, and they often gathered in restaurants to eat and drink. Sometimes they bullied others with their power, which even caused headaches for the local authorities.
Those who knew her had all run away, while the bold strangers stood back, waiting to see how San Chun would meet her end.
San Chun was also pondering the question of "how to die," but no matter how it happened, she did not want to be stabbed by their swords. She pretended to be scared and crouched down, casually picking up a piece of wood from the ground and hiding it behind her.
“Rude Child, you’re really asking for death.” The burly man at the front swung his sword down towards her head. San Chun ducked to avoid it, jabbing the wood into his side. As he recoiled, she slipped past his arm and began swinging the wood wildly, targeting vital points, managing to carve out a path for herself.
She dashed onto Main Street, running for her life as those behind her chased relentlessly. For a moment, the scene of this chase was visible throughout Main Street. It was midday, mealtime for many families, and several people emerged with bowls in hand, slurping noodles while discussing who this chased person was.
San Chun had been chased before; back in the village, young women who had crushes on her often chased her to scold her. But those were women; if they caught up, they would only spit some words. Now being pursued by these men was a matter of life and death.
She ran with all her might, sprinting forward. After a long time, the pursuers were getting closer, and just as it seemed she would be caught, a cloud of dust suddenly rose ahead. The ground seemed to tremble, and an eerie silence fell around them, broken only by the increasingly heavy sound of iron hooves echoing in people's ears. As the hoofbeats drew nearer, the atmosphere turned tense; all that could be heard were the synchronized sounds of galloping horses.
Ordinary people had never witnessed such a scene; some were so frightened that they hurriedly dropped their bowls and ran home, while others looked up in anticipation, thinking that an army from a neighboring country was invading.
A blood-red flag embroidered with a soaring golden dragon fluttered in the wind as hundreds of armored cavalrymen marched in formation, kicking up dust as if a storm had swept through. At the front rode a figure wearing a golden helmet and armor, moving like an arrow shot from a bow at an incredible speed. An overwhelming aura of dominance radiated from him that could be felt from afar.
“It’s the Flying Dragon Army,” someone shouted. Instantly, people on the street panicked and fled, closing doors and windows in every household.
Everyone in Wei Kingdom knew that the Flying Dragon Army was the strongest military force in Wei Kingdom, renowned as the most formidable cavalry among the Seven Kingdoms, known for their brutality and ferocity—wherever they went, nothing survived.
Someone with keen eyes recognized that the leading figure was none other than the “Devil Marquis” Chengyang Jun, who instilled fear across the Seven Kingdoms. They couldn’t help but wonder what major event had occurred to warrant Chengyang Jun bringing out such an army.
San Chun also recognized Zhong Xue. Initially thinking there might have been a battle at the border necessitating troop movements, she stepped aside to wait for the procession to pass before making her escape. However, he quickly rode up to her and pulled on the reins tightly.
Zhong Xue glanced at San Chun, who was panting heavily from running. He coldly asked, “What happened?”
“A minor issue,” she gestured with her hand to indicate a small distance. Compared to his military affairs, being chased really was just a minor problem.
"Stand behind This Lord."
San Chun let out a sound of surprise, unsure of what was happening. Zhong Xue saw her standing still, and with a flick of the whip in his hand, he wrapped it around her and pulled her behind him.
At that moment, the imposing swordsmen had already caught up. However, any swordsman who saw the Flying Dragon Army could not maintain their composure; those men turned to flee but were surrounded by armored soldiers.
They were somewhat dumbfounded. The man who had been splashed with tea clasped his hands in front of an officer and said, "General, we were just passing through here and had no intention of offending the Flying Dragon Army."
The officer maintained a cold expression and ordered for them to be captured.
The man, anxious, called out, "What crime have we committed?"
At this moment, Zhong Xue dismounted and slowly walked in front of them, saying lightly, "It's nothing much; you just touched someone you shouldn't have."
The man's mouth opened slightly as he took a while to understand what that meant. It turned out they had come for San Chun. But could these renowned cavalrymen really be here for that delicate Rabbit Lord?
It was hard to believe. He pinched his fingers hard to confirm that what he was seeing was not a dream.
"Lord Jun, this... this..." Wasn't this making a mountain out of a molehill?
Zhong Xue coldly replied, "Will you take your own life, or will you wait to be trampled into meat paste by horses?"
Naturally, none of them wanted to die. Someone drew a Bronze Sword and engaged in battle with the soldiers wielding spears.
A sword is flexible enough as a weapon, but against heavily armored knights on horseback, it couldn't be effectively utilized—especially with one side being high and the other low; the long weapons held all the advantages. Fortunately, this was Main Street, making it difficult for the cavalry to maneuver. After several exchanges, they couldn't make any progress.
With a wave of his hand, Zhong Xue ordered the cavalry to retreat. Then archers stepped forward, raining arrows down upon them.
San Chun blinked, unable to believe what was happening before her. What was Zhong Xue doing, dealing with a few ordinary swordsmen? Was it really necessary to make such a big show of it?
In this obviously futile situation, the battle ended in the blink of an eye. The swordsmen had no chance to escape, and moments later, several corpses lay on the ground. Each one looked like a hedgehog, eyes wide open, probably unable to close them in death.
After getting into the carriage and following Zhong Xue back, San Chun felt uneasy. The armored figure beside her had a somewhat cold and hard expression, giving off an unsettling vibe.
During the return journey, he didn't say a word to her—no reprimands, no comfort—but this silence only made her realize one thing: some people are truly not to be trifled with.
He escorted her all the way to Fengling Duke's Residence, and only then did Zhong Xue lead the cavalry away, the sound of hooves echoing and kicking up dust.
Once she could no longer see the horse's tail, San Chun stepped through the gate of the residence, her heart trembling. She had seen dead bodies before, but the way that man had died at the hands of Azure Thorn was nothing like this gruesome sight. Did they even retain any semblance of humanity?
She couldn't help but cover her face; had she known it would end like this, she wouldn't have tried to lure out whoever was following her.
Upon returning to her quarters, she noticed several pieces of satin suddenly appeared on the tables. The bright red color stood out starkly against the dark wood.
Well, there was no need to guess or ask; she knew she was being followed by many people. These satins were ones she had picked out at the silk shop.
She sighed and picked up one of the pieces of satin, looking it over. Had she known, she would have chosen a green or blue one instead; it would have been nice to make some clothes for Qing. His green shirt had been worn for five or six years without being changed.
She never liked wearing red, so she tossed it aside and lay down on her bed to calm herself.
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Chengyang Jun trained his troops for usually half a month, but after just three days he returned to the residence. The first thing he did after removing his armor was summon the maidservant who attended to San Chun to ask questions.
"What is your name?"
"Replying to Lord Jun, my name is Zhou."
He frowned, wondering why she had such a strange name.
"What has the Spring Consort been doing these past three days?"
"Sewing clothes."
Zhong Xue was astonished; she had never heard that she could sew. Having always been accustomed to the life of a prince, she had never lifted a finger to do any work, let alone sewing and mending.
After washing her face and changing into her regular clothes, she went to see San Chun. She wanted to see what kind of clothes she could make.
Ever since this Spring Consort entered the residence, Zhong Xue would often visit San Chun whenever she had free time, frequently calling the maidservants to ask questions about what the Spring Consort had done, what she was doing, and what she had eaten. This led the maidservants to believe that Lord Jun had instructed them to monitor the Spring Consort, making them even stricter in their supervision of San Chun. It was only later that they realized they had misunderstood. Sometimes when a man asks such questions, it is merely out of care, affection, concern, or even longing.
San Chun was indeed sewing clothes, or more precisely, making garments. She was using a pair of scissors and seriously cutting into a large piece of bright red satin, with a pile of scraps on the floor. Under her efforts, it was evident that the entire piece of Silk Satin was beginning to change.
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