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At that moment, someone from the military camp reported that they had found one of the Five Hundred People he had sent out back then. He was both surprised and delighted; surprised that someone had survived, and delighted that he might learn the truth about that person's death.
Eager to know the details, he immediately ordered a carriage to be prepared to head to the military. As for the matter of the assassin, whoever wanted to deal with it could do so.
The Five Hundred People he had dispatched were meant to rescue Yan Dan. He knew Menglin Jun might target her, so he specifically sent the Five Hundred People to save her. Unfortunately, those individuals were all killed before they even got to see her face. Their bodies were buried not far from Horse Riding Slope in an Unmarked Graveyard, and it took him a long time to find them.
Years had passed without discovering who was responsible for the deaths of those people. He did not believe Menglin Jun could simultaneously pursue Crown Prince Yan Dan while slaughtering his men. He needed to verify who was behind it personally, and anyone who dared to cross him would pay tenfold.
No one in the military camp expected Chengyang Jun to arrive so quickly; even the steward couldn't believe his ears when he heard the news. He hurriedly went out to greet him, repeatedly apologizing, "Lord Jun wishes to see someone? Just send them to the residence; there’s no need for you to come in person. You are a noble, your status..."
Over the past two years, he had put in tremendous effort to uncover the truth and now just wanted to see her as soon as possible, regardless of whether this was appropriate. Annoyed by the steward's fussiness, he coldly said, "Bring her here."
"Yes."
The steward hurried out, and soon two soldiers brought in San Chun, bound tightly.
Upon seeing her for the first time, Zhong Xue felt she looked very familiar; he had seen someone with a similar scar before, though its position was slightly different. And then there was her complexion—how could a person's face change from black to yellow so unpredictably?
In this era, disguise techniques were not very common; few would want to alter their natural appearance given by their parents. It was understandable that others couldn't figure it out; moreover, the blue medicine really worked well, and that scar looked extremely realistic.
Zhong Xue couldn't make sense of it at first and ordered them to loosen her bindings. He asked, "Are you Chun?"
"Yes."
"This Lord remembers someone else named Chun who bears some resemblance to you."
San Chun felt a deep regret in her heart, wishing she had used a fake name when she first met him.
She smiled, "Lord Jun must be mistaken. It has been several years since I left Daliang, and I have only just returned."
"Is that so?" Zhong Xue gritted his teeth. The thought of that spring in the manor ignited an unnamed fury within him.
That damn Girl actually dared to run away. What did she think his manor was, and who did she think he was?
The reason he was actively enforcing a citywide search was partly to find the assassin, but mostly to find her. That damn Girl, after all the kindness he had shown her, especially considering she might have... eloped with a man. Just thinking about this made the fire in his heart burn even hotter.
He kept reminding himself that he had nothing to do with her, repeating it over a dozen times before he managed to suppress his anger. He coldly said, "Get what you need and then get lost."
San Chun sighed, but unfortunately, she couldn't remember what had happened during the mission. She touched her nose and asked him what kind of mission he had assigned to her.
Zhong Xue's anxious feelings instantly turned into rage as he shouted, "Are you out of your mind?"
San Chun nodded; she really was out of her mind—suffering from amnesia. Perhaps she had experienced some kind of shock that caused her memory loss. This kind of condition couldn't be treated with medicine; she would remember when she was able to.
Seeing that he couldn't get any answers, Zhong Xue ordered for her to be taken down and given twenty lashes with a Military Rod. Even those soldiers who reported the incident and several other subordinates received twenty lashes as well.
The subordinates winced in pain; it seemed that San Chun was indeed a source of trouble.
San Chun rubbed her backside, secretly thinking that she had been wise. She had anticipated that she might get beaten. After all, which officer could remain calm when faced with a subordinate who knew nothing? So before coming in, she had specifically grabbed an old military uniform someone had discarded and stuffed it in her pants. She remembered that the soldier guarding her thought she was constantly rubbing her backside because she had hemorrhoids and kindly loosened her bindings.
After receiving a beating with the Military Rod, aside from feeling a bit of pain, her skin wasn't broken. The other subordinates were tough as well, biting their lips and remaining silent, though it was inevitable that they would shoot her a few glares while gritting their teeth.
Military Rod After finishing, she saw Chengyang Jun about to leave. She didn't know where her courage came from, but she stopped him and hurriedly said, “Lord Jun, what should I do?”
Zhong Xue glanced at her indifferently. Her boldness resembled that of San Chun in the manor, and also reminded him of Yan Dan. Recently, he couldn't help but feel that everyone he saw looked like her.
Shaking his head, he snorted, “Just stay in the army.”
San Chun was overjoyed. She had already confirmed that she was now a soldier of the Flying Tiger Army, or perhaps even a female hero who took her father's place in the military. Her hometown must be registered in the military records, and based on that, she might be able to find her parents.
The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, convinced that staying in the military camp would be her blessing.
In her bundle, she had Wound Medicine. The military arranged for her accommodation, and after applying the medicine and resting for two days, she was fine.
After two days, a soldier brought her military uniform, and she was reassigned to the Flying Tiger Army.
Once her injuries were healed, San Chun’s first task was to ask the Sergeant of the Four-Horse Chariot for her home address.
The military record clearly noted that her home was in Shangshui Village, forty miles outside of Daliang City.
She took two days off, changed into a brand new military uniform, brought all the money she had saved during this time, and even bought two packs of pastries from a shop in Daliang City.
All the way there, she thought about what to say when she saw her parents and how to explain where she had been for the past two years. To avoid crying too much upon meeting them, she even prepared a handkerchief.
Her sense of direction wasn't very strong; after asking around for a long time, she finally arrived at Shangshui Village. From a distance, she saw the village and washed off her disguise in the Fen Shui River, gazing at her reflection for a long time, wanting to show her parents her best side.
Perhaps too excited in her heart, as soon as she entered the village, she stopped a villager and asked, “Do you recognize me?”
The person glanced at her, and that look seemed to suggest that he thought there was something wrong with her.
She asked again, "Do you know where the Chun Family lives?"
The villager then pointed to the west of the village, telling her to walk along the river; it was the last house at the end, with a wooden fence at the entrance and an old Sophora Tree planted in the yard.
San Chun thanked him and noticed that the man was still staring at her. She couldn't help but touch her nose, wondering if after so many years away, the people here no longer recognized her.
Following the villager's directions, she found the old house. From a distance, she saw the wooden fence and that old Sophora Tree, her heart racing. This old Sophora Tree looked exactly like the one in Niushan Village; it truly felt like home.
She felt a mix of joy and anxiety as she reached out to knock on the door, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to do it. She stood by the gate, pacing back and forth, hoping someone inside would notice her and recognize her.
After a while, finally an Old Woman came out, leaning on a cane. She approached, but before she could call out "Mother," she saw that the Old Woman walked past her as if she didn't see her at all.
Feeling anxious, she hurriedly caught up and blocked her path. "Mother, do you... not recognize me?"
The Old Woman looked at her suspiciously; judging by her gaze, she didn't seem blind. She shook her head and said, "Official, you must have mistaken me for someone else; I am not your mother."
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