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Uncle Qi stared at his face for a long time before saying to the people around him, "You all may leave for now."
Pang Wan hurriedly said, "Lord Jun, you must not! No one knows what tricks Chengyang Jun is playing. If we withdraw, how will he not take advantage of you?"
Zhong Xue lightly tapped her fingers on a few tables and said, "Do you think I am someone? I came here alone without any sincerity? If I truly intended to do something against your king, I wouldn't have come by myself."
Uncle Qi replied, "It's fine, you may leave."
Pang Wan complied and walked out, pulling San Chun along with him. San Chun had wanted to stay inside to listen to what Zhong Xue had to say, but unfortunately, there was no reason to remain, so he could only regretfully touch his nose.
Seeing that there was no one else in the room, Zhong Xue did not rush to speak. She leisurely poured herself a cup of tea and began sipping it slowly.
Uncle Qi asked anxiously, "Who is that person?"
Zhong Xue sighed lightly, "You've been a king for some years now, yet you still can't keep your composure."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You don't stay properly in Jicheng but come to this place; what is your purpose?"
"That has nothing to do with you."
Zhong Xue replied indifferently, "What if that person is Yan Dan?"
Qi reacted strongly, almost jumping up. The jump was too vigorous, causing his knee to bump against the table. Ignoring the pain, he urgently asked, "Where did you see her?"
Zhong Xue chuckled lightly, "This Lord saw her among the dead. Doesn't the king find that strange?"
Qi countered, "If you know she is dead, why suddenly mention her? Don't you find that strange?"
Zhong Xue took a sip of her tea and smiled. "Alright, let's not play riddles. We both know who that person is. I only ask if you can follow the decision she made?"
"Tell me where she is?"
"I'll tell you after you agree to send troops."
Qi gritted his teeth, "Fine, I agree to send troops."
Zhong Xue did not expect him to respond so quickly. Just a moment ago, he wouldn't budge even when threatened with national interests, but now, with just a casual mention of Yan Dan, he agreed to everything. The name of this girl really holds power.
In truth, he was no different. If it weren't for her relentless pursuit and the threat to her life, he wouldn't have settled for second best. In his heart, the geographical position of the Yan Kingdom was more important than attacking the Chu Kingdom. To attack the Chu Kingdom, just Wei Yiguo alone would have a significant advantage.
"Alright, since it's settled, someone will come to discuss the details with you later." Zhong Xue stood up to leave, but Qi swiftly blocked his path. "Lord Jun, don't you want to stay for a meal?"
"What if I don't want to?"
"You have to want to." He glared at him, that look was quite something.
It seemed he wasn't going to let Zhong Xue go without asking about Yan Dan's whereabouts. Zhong Xue smiled, "Then let the king treat us."
He knew that being forceful at this moment was unwise; it was just a meal after all. If he wanted to avoid it, he would have to wait until his people arrived.
The banquet was set up in the main tent, and there were only two people drinking. However, at Zhong Xue's special request, San Chun was invited to serve them wine.
Throughout the meal, Qi kept watching San Chun. He already suspected her identity; according to Feng Cheng, she should be from the Yan people. Yet she was so close to Chengyang Jun and had to serve wine herself. Even when Chengyang Jun came out of the city, she was right by his side. So what exactly was her relationship with him?
Especially when looking at her, there was always a sense of familiarity. Her gaze felt warm, like seeing the warm sun in summer or delicate flowers in spring.
San Chun knew he was watching her and kept her head down pretending not to see it. But his eyes seemed to follow her like a shadow, making her feel uneasy. After serving wine for a while, when she heard Zhong Xue say, "You can go out now," it felt like she had received a pardon and hurriedly ran outside.
"Wait." Qi called out to her and suddenly asked, "Are you from the Yan people or Wei Kingdom? Why do you listen to him?"
San Chun thought to herself, here we go; are these two planning to start their conflict through her?
She said, "What does the king command?"
Qi hesitated for a moment but ultimately did not ask further, "Go fetch another bottle of wine."
"Understood."
She breathed a sigh of relief, walked out of the tent, and did not go to the kitchen for any wine. Instead, she returned to her own tent and took a nap, leaving the two who accompanied them to do whatever they wished.
When she woke up, it was strange that nothing had happened. The two people in the tent seemed to have no intention of fighting; they were walking together with their arms around each other's shoulders like good friends.
San Chun couldn't help but sigh; Zhong Xue was indeed invincible, managing to get along well no matter where she was.
The negotiations were going smoothly, and the Third Wei Army withdrew from the city. Although San Chun had made a significant contribution, many people suspected she was affiliated with Chengyang Jun. Even with her achievements, no one mentioned promoting her. Thus, she remained a soldier.
Feng Cheng could no longer stand it and requested Pang Wan to at least give her some reward so that there would be clarity in rewards and punishments.
Pang Wan thought for a moment, "There are still a few women left from the last military rewards; let her choose one."
Feng Cheng thought this was excellent. Since San Chun was so unattractive, surely no woman would like her. Finding her a woman would allow her to enjoy some comfort.
Upon hearing this news, San Chun's expression could only be described as bitter.
Feng Cheng eagerly dragged her to meet the few women. There were originally no women in the military camp; these individuals were captives taken from various countries during the years of war. There were six in total, each with decent looks, especially one Tall-Nosed Woman who was the most beautiful. San Chun glanced at her a couple more times, and Feng Cheng took that as a sign that she liked her and pushed her into the tent with that woman. He himself went next door with a Round-Faced Girl for some fun.
His actions were quick, and soon enough, sounds of creaking from the neighboring bed could be heard along with faint sounds of pleasure from both men and women.
San Chun sighed; the walls were indeed too thin.
Looking at the alluring beauty before her, San Chun felt a toothache. When she was the crown prince, countless women had thrown themselves at her. At that time, in order to disguise herself, she occasionally touched those girls inappropriately under the guise of teasing them. On the surface, it seemed like she was being lewd; in reality, she was just measuring why their waists were so slim and their chests so ample.
Feeling inferior inside, she sweet-talked them with a few questions. Those women thought she was flirting; some lightly scolded her while others playfully responded. However, most answered her seriously, and in the end, she gathered quite a few secrets for enhancing one's bust. Thanks to these secrets, her modest chest gained quite an improvement.
It was just that at that moment, in front of so many people, it was not a matter of the bedchamber. If she were to act as she did before and touch him indiscriminately, it would definitely not be acceptable.
This woman was indeed very beautiful, with a fair face, soft lines, and delicate eyebrows that carried a hint of southern femininity. She stood up and walked over to San Chun's side, whispering, "My lord, I am called Jade Pendant. Let me assist you in undressing."
She had already reached out to pull at San Chun's clothes when he jumped aside in fright and hurriedly said, "No rush, no rush."
The woman's expression turned serious. "If my lord wants to listen to a song, I cannot sing. With this filthy body of mine, whether you want me or not is up to you."
She stripped herself bare and lay on the bed, closing her eyes with an expression as if she were ready to face death.
San Chun felt quite uncomfortable. Being a woman herself, she understood the suffering of women. If it weren't for being forced into such a situation, who would willingly allow themselves to be toyed with by men? The military camp was different from ordinary courtesans; ordinary courtesans might still earn some money, but here they could hardly make anything—at most just enough for two meals to avoid starvation.
She lifted the blanket on the bed to cover the woman's pale body and softly said, "It's cold; the young lady must be feeling chilly."
The woman was taken aback. "Don't you want me?"
"No, it's just that if you don't wish it in your heart, I don't want to force you."
The woman looked at her for a few moments before suddenly starting to cry. They were originally women from good families; who would want to engage in such a profession in the military? But under the fallen nest, how could there be unbroken eggs? After the country was defeated, these commoners were taken by soldiers and placed in the military for men's pleasure.
All armies operated this way—not only plundering women from defeated nations but also killing soldiers. Over the years, several countries had come to an agreement not to kill captives, but the plundering of women for military use was not prohibited. Just think about it—so many soldiers; where could they find women to relieve them? If they held it in for too long, trouble would easily arise. Since they couldn't find any, they could only resort to taking them by force. And those taken didn't require much expense; once they were used up, they could simply be buried in a remote place without anyone pursuing the matter.
San Chun understood the origins of this situation. Even when she held a high position before, she couldn't resolve this issue. Now she was merely a figure within the military; how could it be easy to rescue them from their suffering? Moreover, even if she managed to save one person, there would still be others in distress. The only solution might be for countries not to engage in warfare anymore—if there were no wars, there would be no displacement of people and no innocent women locked up in military camps. But after so many years of fighting, wanting peace was likely harder than saving these women.
She sighed and wanted to leave the tent when her hand was pulled back by the woman.
"Please take care," she said softly. "You are a good person; Hong Lian is willing to serve you."
San Chun hurriedly shook her head. "That's not appropriate; you should rest early."
Hong Lian gently replied, "My lord may not know this, but before I came here I had orders from a general. The general instructed me to investigate your identity. If my lord does not engage with me favorably, it may lead to misunderstandings."
Pang Wan would not bestow beauty upon her for no reason. Thinking this way, it was indeed possible that he wanted to test her. She just didn't know what he was suspicious about—did he see that she was not a man? Or perhaps at this moment, someone outside was eavesdropping on what was happening here.
Since that was the case, she had to put on a good show to confuse them.
She bowed slightly and said, "Thank you for the information, miss. May I trouble you to let me onto the bed?"
Hong Lian was delighted. "Could it be that you have come to a decision?"
San Chun took off her shoes and got onto the bed, sitting beside her. She softly asked, "You don't find me ugly?"
"Just close your eyes."
So she still thought she was ugly.
San Chun chuckled lightly. "Don't worry, you won't have to sacrifice anything; you just need to cooperate a little." It was just about love between a man and a woman, right? She had tried it before and naturally knew the essence of it.
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