Chapter 128 Warm Tent Takes You for a Couple's Bath

The north wind had just stopped, and the air was crisp and biting.

The armor was cold, but it couldn't ward off the burning heat in her arms. Chen Liangyu offered a brief explanation for her lateness: "Lin Yin was injured, and treating her wounds took some time, so I'm late."

After the flags on the walls of Yunya Army Town were changed, Chen Liangyu quickly reorganized the garrison east of the lake, leaving Bu Ping'er and Jing Ming to guard the area. He found Lin Yin, took her to the nearest wounded soldiers' camp, had the army doctor treat her wounds, and then rode back to the central command tent without stopping.

The sound of hooves and the long neighing of warhorses drew closer from behind. It was Duan Xuchi and several guards. They were slower and had been left far behind by the Jade Lion, but they arrived one after another.

Xie Wenjun released her, only then realizing the biting chill of midwinter.

Chen Liangyu gestured, inviting Xie Wenjun into the central command tent. The two walked side by side. Duan Xuchi and several guards followed behind, each with dark circles under their eyes, looking dejected.

Chen Liangyu instructed Duan Xuchi: "You have all worked hard all night. It is not yet dawn. We can discuss things during the day. Now, everyone, go and rest."

After exchanging greetings, the group went to find their tents to rest.

After everyone had left, Xie Wenjun asked, "Is Lin Yin's injury serious?"

Chen Liangyu said, "Her life is not in danger, but the army doctor said that her left arm... may be difficult to lift again."

"She was forced into Chaya Valley by Zhai Ji, and I almost thought she wouldn't be able to get out. She only came to meet me after Zhai Ji withdrew his troops. Only then did I learn that she had been injured when she attacked the eastern wing of Yunya. An arrow was broken off and lodged in her bone. Ping'er wasn't there at the time, and she was afraid of missing the opportunity to fight, so she kept quiet about it. It took too long."

Xie Wenjun glanced at Chen Liangyu's profile. She was still wearing her eagle-wing-patterned helmet, and her eyes and brows were like a calm, cold pool.

She looked at me, and the cold pool instantly transformed into spring water, a gentle expanse.

Chen Liangyu forced a smile, "It's good that you're alive."

Xie Wenjun also said, "It's good that you're alive."

During that night of waiting for news from the front, she understood the sigh of relief and relief in Chen Liangyu's voice.

"After capturing Yunya, Lin Yin should be credited with a merit in the military merit book. When I return to Yongdu, I will personally take the military merit book to the Ministry of War. If she requests a reward, she may inform me."

Chen Liangyu said, "She probably wants a Zhai Ji with a broken leg."

"I can't reward her with this. It depends on whether you can break Zhai Ji's legs and bring her back."

"I'll do my best."

The camp grounds had long been tamed by countless military boots and horse hooves, and after the sun went down, the brown soil on the muddy road froze into hard clumps.

Chen Liangyu helped Xie Wenjun up to prevent her from twisting her ankle.

She was originally going back to the central command tent, but before she knew it, she had followed Xie Wenjun to a tent next to the central command tent. Yuan Rong lifted the tent flap in front, and she naturally walked in. When she remembered that her resting place was not here, and that she had already removed her armor, she simply went with the flow and calmly sat down.

Yuan Rong hurriedly brought out a hand warmer, put a few small pieces of charcoal inside, and handed it to Chen Liangyu. She then put a pair of fox fur hand warmers on Xie Wenjun's hands.

"Your Highness, this servant will go and fetch some more charcoal."

Yuan Rong left the tent and, in a low voice, ordered the Changning Guards outside the tent to move further away and guard the surroundings, forbidding anyone from approaching the princess's tent.

As soon as Yuan Rong stepped out of the tent and heard the footsteps fading into the distance, Chen Liangyu immediately dropped the hand warmer and strode towards Xie Wenjun.

Xie Wenjun involuntarily took half a step back, her brows furrowing. She pointed at Chen Liangyu with her fox fur handcuff, her voice cold: "Stop right there! General Chen, did you just roll out of the mud?"

The fabric beneath Chen Liangyu's armor was indistinguishable in color, and his military boots were covered in mud. His palms, backs of his hands, cheeks, and neck were all stained with the marks of smoke, fire, and mud. Only after wiping it off could a small patch of smooth skin be seen beneath the black dust.

"What do you mean? You think I'm dirty?"

Chen Liangyu wouldn't listen. She grinned and instead pounced on him faster.

Covered in the smell of gunpowder and mud.

She opened her arms, as if to pin Xie Wenjun against the tent wall. And she did just that, forcing her into a corner, playfully pulling Xie Wenjun into her embrace, ignoring Xie Wenjun's desperate attempts to avoid her dirty face. Face to face, she rubbed against her, until Xie Wenjun's pale, clean face was covered in haphazard, grayish mud stains, smoothed out into uneven, dark dirt marks.

Xie Wenjun's face was flattened and kneaded under her rough treatment.

"Chen Liangyu!"

"Your subject is here." Chen Liangyu immediately stood up straight, his shoulders still slightly hunched, clearly struggling to suppress his laughter.

Xie Wenjun's once radiant face was now covered in dirt and grime, with two or three streaks of black mud on her forehead and grass ash smeared on her cheeks, making her look like a dirty cat.

Yet, her slightly furrowed brows and the corners of her eyes still gave her the appearance of a beautiful, yet fragile, immortal being.

Chen Liangyu was still not satisfied, so he cupped her face and rubbed his nose against hers.

Xie Wenjun's nose was also instantly attacked, turning black.

She knew, of course, that Chen Liangyu was doing it on purpose.

Seeing Chen Liangyu covered in blood and dust, reeking of foul odor, and with bloodshot eyes and obvious exhaustion, Xie Wenjun knew she had fought a tough battle. Seeing that she still had the energy to joke, Xie Wenjun felt a mixture of heartache and amusement at her helplessness.

She wanted to raise her hand to wipe her face, but then remembered that Chen Liangyu had already rubbed most of it off on her face. Xie Wenjun suppressed the urge to strangle her and pointed to a corner of the tent where there was a copper basin filled with water. "Wash yourself clean."

Chen Liangyu replied, "Your Highness, please calm your anger. This humble general knows his mistake. This humble general will go and wash himself clean immediately."

She secretly glanced up and quickly looked at Xie Wenjun, her eyes full of mischievous smiles.

The water in the copper basin had frozen. Chen Liangyu picked up the kettle on the stove, poured in hot water to melt the ice, reached out and grabbed a coarse cloth from the wooden rack, soaked it in warm water, wrung it out until it was half dry, and wiped her face. Then she moved the stove closer and began to undress in the heat of the stove.

She tore off her blood-stained armor, and with each layer she removed, her figure grew thinner. When she was left in only her undergarments, one could vaguely see the plump, frail body beneath. The undergarments were open, sliding down her elegant back and slender waist from her straight shoulders. The body that appeared before Xie Wenjun was not beautiful; it was covered with scars of varying sizes, and now new wounds had appeared, making the old battle scars look even more gruesome.

Several fresh bluish-purple bruises covered the old scars, and a glaring knife wound under the ribs, though stitched up, still had red and swollen edges.

Chen Liangyu rinsed the cloth again, picked it up, and slowly wiped her neck, avoiding the wound.

She had her back to Xie Wenjun, and only turned around when she heard footsteps behind her. As soon as she turned, she saw Xie Wenjun's gaze lingering on her.

She had only removed her top, but was still wearing her trousers. Near her chest was a fresh arrow wound, not yet scabbed over, and although it had been treated, it was still oozing blood. The arrow had been deflected by the breastplate, causing the wound. It wasn't deep, but it stretched for about half a hand's length.

Xie Wenjun raised her hand to touch the arrow wound.

Even knowing that this was the slightest superficial wound on the battlefield, it still seemed incredibly long and terrifying in the dim light.

She naturally didn't touch the center of the wound, but only traced the scars along the edges.

"Does it hurt?" Xie Wenjun asked.

The scorching gaze pressed down on me, and a sense of shame, a feeling of being forced to expose myself, welled up inside me; every inch of my skin felt burning hot.

Chen Liangyu lowered her voice and said, "Your Highness, I am very tired."

Xie Wenjun: "...Chen Liangyu, what are you thinking?"

Chen Liangyu lowered her voice even further, "No matter how much we try to disrupt the morale of the army, I'm afraid I won't be able to serve Your Highness tonight."

Xie Wenjun poked her wound with one finger and pressed down.

The body tensed up due to shame and pain.

Chen Liangyu gasped in surprise, then immediately pursed her lips, swallowing the pain she was about to utter.

Xie Wenjun tiptoed closer to her face and scoffed loudly, "You're so filthy, you still can't get into my bed."

Upon hearing this, Chen Liangyu rebuked, "Don't you have any conscience? I risked my life to come back."

Xie Wenjun, with ill intent, kissed Chen Liangyu behind the ear. The water stains on her skin from wiping with warm water had not yet dried when Xie Wenjun's warm breath swept across her neck, and Chen Liangyu instantly straightened her back.

Xie Wenjun understood this body, she had mastered it, and she knew all too well how to make Chen Liangyu suffer.

Just to get revenge.

Chen Liangyu suddenly grabbed Xie Wenjun's waist and pulled her forward, placing her hand on Xie Wenjun's shoulder. Xie Wenjun tilted her head and leaned down, about to kiss her, but was turned away by the sudden force.

Xie Wenjun's slender white hand suddenly gripped her chin.

As if in provocation, she raised an eyebrow at Chen Liangyu.

Chen Liangyu turned to attack in the other direction, but Xie Wenjun blocked her attack with lightning speed. Three slender fingers, with distinct knuckles, were held across her lips, leaving her helpless.

When Xie Wenjun's lips brushed past her other ear, Chen Liangyu instinctively wanted to turn her head away, but she was too weak to do anything but close her eyes and endure it.

"Your Highness, must it be this way?"

Her reddened earlobes and the trembling in her throat made her hand, which was resting on Xie Wenjun's shoulder, lose its confidence.

Xie Wenjun reminded her, "This is a military camp."

This is a military camp, don't cause any trouble.

The military tent was simple, with a makeshift camp bed and a charcoal brazier. Every so often, soldiers would patrol outside the tent.

The night wind was still rustling the tent fabric.

She took out her personal silk handkerchief, wiped the dirt off Xie Wenjun's face, and then released her.

"Okay, I won't do anything reckless."

Xie Wenjun's lips curled into a triumphant smile as she handed Chen Liangyu a set of clean clothes. "Change into these."

Inside the tent were clean clothes prepared by the camp's wardens. They were originally intended for Xie Wenjun, and were purple blouses and trousers prepared according to the rank of officials in the court. Chen Liangyu's mud-stained and blood-stained clothes were no longer suitable for her, so Xie Wenjun gave her the set of clothes from her own bedside.

Chen Liangyu's usual court attire was purple, so this couldn't be considered an overstepping of her bounds. However, she only realized after changing into the clothes that the sleeves and ankles were too short, leaving them exposed.

She was so tired that her eyes were sore, so she just put on the clothes she had. After changing, she went to the camp couch in Xie Wenjun's tent.

In the entire central army camp, only Xie Wenjun's bed had a heated curtain.

Chen Liangyu glanced at the warm tents surrounding the area and thought to herself that the logistics were quite good. With such cover, there were fewer things to worry about.

She peeked inside and said, "Your Highness, there will be thunder tonight."

"No rain, no snow, where would there be thunder?"

Chen Liangyu said, "If I say it exists, then it definitely exists."

No sooner had she finished speaking than two muffled claps of thunder echoed across the vast sea of ​​clouds. In the arid north, thunderclaps from the plains were common. As soon as the thunder sounded, she naturally slipped into the warm tent.

Xie Wenjun propped her head up with one hand and said lazily, "I've been married for a long time now, so I'm not afraid of thunder anymore."

Chen Liangyu pretended to bury her head closer to her, her nose brushing against her face. Her voice remained proper, but there was a hint of roguishness in it as she spoke, "Well, but I'm scared."

Even if you can't fit on a bed, you have to squeeze in.

Seeing that Xie Wenjun had no intention of sending her away, Chen Liangyu used the cover of the heated tent to tie Xie Wenjun's wrists behind her back.

"do what?"

"I've missed you so much. When you reward the troops, how about giving me a little treat too?"

After speaking, Chen Liangyu kneaded the soft flesh of Xie Wenjun's right waist. Her kiss moved from the corner of her lips to her lips. Taking advantage of Xie Wenjun's gasp, her hot tongue pried open her teeth and roughly swept over her trembling teeth, then wrapped around her evasive tongue.

Xie Wenjun struggled weakly, but was suppressed by an even stronger kiss, unable to make a sound. The wet, plundering kiss conquered every soft part of her skin inch by inch.

Chen Liangyu continued to demand more, not allowing her a moment's rest. Her hands were interlocked and pinned to either side of the pillow, making even struggling a luxury. She was forced to endure it.

As their breaths mingled, Chen Liangyu stepped back slightly, then lowered her head to give His Highness a light peck, saying, "I'll take Your Highness somewhere tomorrow."

"Where?"

"Let's take a bath together."

Author's Note: Thank you to this lovely reader for another deep dive!

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