Chapter 62 Backlash

The person she hadn't seen in so long appeared before her like this, as if from another world.

Yu Wanyin looked at him, but was also uneasy about the grand array of troops he was leading, and instinctively took a few steps back.

But soon, she heard the sound of soldiers surrounding her from behind.

Her path behind her was completely blocked.

It was instructed by someone.

He gave her absolutely no chance to escape.

Rong Si took in her subtle retreat, spurred his horse to her side, and reached out his hand to her.

The two horses were only a few feet apart.

The overwhelming pressure made Yu Wanyin hold her breath slightly.

Suddenly someone spoke up, slamming down the armor and weapons in their hands, "This humble general greets Your Majesty."

Then, a wave of greetings erupted with overwhelming force.

Thousands of soldiers dismounted, removed their armor, and paid their respects.

The shock made Yu Wanyin's ear bones go numb.

Yu Wanyin breathed a sigh of relief and took Rong Si's outstretched hand.

The moment she touched his palm, he gripped it tightly, and with a lift and a pull, he instantly lifted her from her horse onto his.

The sudden feeling of being suspended in mid-air rose and fell with my emotions.

Then he firmly pressed her down in front of him.

Once he had her, Rong Si produced a rope from who-knows-where and skillfully tied it around her waist.

It was like when she couldn't ride a horse before, and they tied her up to prevent her from falling off.

Yu Wanyin, bound and helpless, turned to look at him, "I've already come all this way, why are you still..."

Before she could finish speaking, she met the man's sharp gaze.

Yu Wanyin's chin was grasped and lifted by that strong, powerful hand.

He, tainted by the stench of gunpowder and war, ruthlessly engulfed her.

They recklessly and arrogantly entangled themselves in a deeper entanglement.

Before millions of soldiers.

Yu Wanyin was stunned for a moment, then gently patted his arm, but he remained unmoved.

Rong Si's eyes were deep and unfathomable as he looked at her, his fingers, which were gripping her chin, pressing against the veins in her neck and gently stroking them.

The calluses on her fingertips made her breathless, and an itch started to run down her neck.

With her head tilted back and Yu Wanyin being pinched, her territory was exposed to him without any defense.

She tried to back out, but he kept pulling her back in, entangled her tightly.

With every ounce of strength he exerted, one could see from the depths of his extremely aggressive pupils that she was being shattered by his gaze.

When Yu Wanyin's eyes were red and her tongue felt numb and sore, he finally released her.

It took effort to let go.

Yu Wanyin seemed to have all her strength drained away in an instant, and she collapsed onto his legs.

Rong Si gave his horse a sharp spur, and it immediately charged towards the city.

The bumps and inertia caused her to bump into his arms again, and she couldn't help but groan.

Meanwhile, the attacking soldiers had already breached the city gates.

The crowd of people blocking the entrance was completely blocked off, and Rong Si ran into the street.

The civilians who were fleeing in alleys were also driven to safety by the soldiers who came in.

Only the native soldiers brandished their swords and charged at them to defend themselves.

A series of sharp, cold weapon sounds rang out from all around.

One of the soldiers caught sight of the woman in Rong Si's arms, realizing he had found Rong Si's weakness, and swung his spear at Yu Wanyin.

A biting cold wind suddenly swept towards Yu Wanyin, filling the air with a sharp, acrid smell.

But before the sharp spear could even touch Yu Wanyin.

The soldier's chest had already been pierced by Rong Si's blade, lifted up, and thrown against the wall of a nearby house!

His entire body exploded, spraying blood everywhere.

Yu Wanyin felt a chill run down her spine and instinctively closed her eyes.

Rong Si casually pulled the cloak in front of him over to cover her, thus blocking out the bloody scene of the battle outside.

Yu Wanyin didn't stand on ceremony and completely covered herself up.

She tugged at Rong Si's collar and collar as well.

The man glanced down at the person who had crawled into his chest, and continued his cold-blooded killing spree.

Yu Wanyin could occasionally feel something splashing onto the cloak through her cloak.

Soon, when she smelled the blood, she knew what it was.

This was her first time personally participating in a military campaign, and she finally understood why he had kept her tied to him.

Rong Si was fierce and ruthless in his dealings with the enemy. His style of doing things was as bold and unrestrained as ever, but even more swift and powerful.

The wind from the blade brushed past her ear, stimulating her extremely sensitive nerves, before he slashed them off and suppressed them.

All around, weapons were clashing.

Yu Wanyin felt that his aura was very different from before.

He was filled with violent ferocity; it was unclear whether this was his usual fighting style or if he was particularly driven to kill today.

Even through his armor, you could feel his steady and powerful heartbeat.

Like countless boiling blood, surging and roaring, it seemed intent on devouring and burning someone to ashes.

But this city is much easier to conquer.

It did not exhaust his ferocity.

At first, some soldiers resisted, but the disparity between the forces in the city and the troops brought by the Rongsi was too great, and soon no one put up any more resistance.

Most of the troops surrendered.

The officials guarding the city stood atop the city walls, looking down at the dilapidated state below, all filled with unease.

The prefect's face tightened. "A bunch of useless fools! How could they surrender so easily?!"

"What am I keeping them for?!"

The words had barely left his lips when a dull thud echoed as the blade pierced flesh.

The prefect's eyes widened as he looked down and saw the dagger piercing his chest.

He turned his head in disbelief.

He saw his trusted confidant, the prefectural governor, holding the other end of a dagger.

The prefect laughed, "Since you can't enjoy the good life, then I'll have to do it."

After saying that, he drew his dagger.

Blood gushed out, and the prefect collapsed to the ground.

The prefectural magistrate watched coldly.

When the tide turns against us, people should be pragmatic and seek their own benefit.

The city gradually calmed down, and Yu Wanyin peeked out, seeing that both sides of the street were guarded by soldiers brought by Rong Si.

The people on both sides also knelt down and surrendered.

The soldiers of the Rongsi tribe did not provoke the common people, so these unarmed people would not fight against them for no reason.

They were merely cautiously observing their new master.

The stench of blood emanating from Rong Si still deterred most people from approaching him.

The girl in his arms, however, was clean and tidy.

Although she was dressed in black, her face was fair and clear, as pure as the moon.

Rong Si pinched her waist, startling Yu Wanyin so much that her heart trembled.

His voice was hoarse, "Where are your things?"

Yu Wanyin hesitated for a moment, then whispered to him where they had abandoned the carriage.

Without a word, Rong Si spurred his horse to change course and go get it.

Their carriages and horses were hidden in a street alley.

Rong Si agreed to let Yu Wanyin and Qin Yuan pack their things and sent two or three helpers to help them carry them down.

He waited for them outside.

Yu Wanyin was packing her things when she heard someone coming from outside.

He knelt down and cried out, "My lord."

This kind of voice is also familiar; it usually comes from officials who come to surrender.

Yu Wanyin handed the things to Rong Si's subordinates, got off the carriage and leaned out. She saw the official not far away, who said obsequiously, "My lord has finally arrived. Our prefect has been levying exorbitant taxes and we have suffered from such days for a long time."

"Today, I am fortunate to have received your lord's favor and come to assume great power."

The prefectural magistrate, Chao Rongsi, presented the document, saying, "Our prefect is unwilling to surrender, so I am offering him to our lord."

As he spoke, his attendants brought the prefect's body to Rong Si.

Rong Si sat silently to the side, sizing up the prefect in front of him.

The prefect's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he smiled again, "My lord has worked hard today, so I have selected some beauties to accompany you and all the heroes."

After he finished speaking, the prefect gave a wink to someone standing nearby.

Immediately, several more girls were brought up.

The prefect was secretly pleased. He was very good at reading people's expressions and had just seen Rong Si holding a beautiful woman in his arms.

Then he would send a few more to cater to their preferences.

Yu Wanyin came out and happened to see this scene.

The girls being escorted up looked like they had been chosen based on their appearance while fleeing the war.

His brows furrowed with fear and unease, and he trembled with fear.

Rong Si looked at the prefectural magistrate, and not only him, but Zong Chengsu and Fang Fang were also staring at the prefectural magistrate.

The prefect urged, "Go quickly and greet the lord."

The girls looked at each other, not daring to move an inch.

Rong Si slowly got up, walked to the side, and picked up his waist knife.

With a crisp "ding," several girls cried out and quickly dodged.

The prefectural magistrate impatiently kicked one of them, saying, "You good-for-nothings."

He turned his head, smiling apologetically, "These few are just being silly..."

Before the prefect could finish speaking, he was suddenly lifted up by Zong Cheng and Su Fang. "Hey, hey, my lord..."

As he spoke, the prefectural magistrate was forced to kneel before Rong Si.

Rong Si drew his longsword, the tip touching the ground, reflecting the slightly panicked face of the prefect.

The prefectural magistrate sensed something was wrong. "My lord, I simply couldn't find any good quality goods, and this situation is urgent."

"But I am truly devoted to assisting and supporting you."

“The last person you helped has already been killed by you.” Rong Si said in a low, hoarse voice, staring intently at him.

What kind of behavior the officials who are most likely to oppress the people do is unknown to outsiders, but Rong Si and Zong Cheng, these good people who were forced to become bandits in the mountains, know it best.

No one hates these kinds of people more than they do.

Rong Si lowered his voice and raised his knife.

The prefect's eyes widened. "My lord, my lord..."

"Shh." Rong Si didn't waste any more words with him. "Keep your voice down."

Immediately afterwards, Yu Wanyin heard a chilling sound from afar, followed by the panicked screams of the girls around her.

The stench of blood permeated the entire street.

Yu Wanyin turned her head away from the light and shadow. She had seen him do such things before, so she knew without even looking.

However, he has indeed become more bloodthirsty than before.

Yu Wanyin saw the girls huddled together, blood splattered on them, making them cry and cover their eyes in fright.

After Rong Si's men dragged away the prefect who would never speak again, Yu Wanyin stepped forward.

She squatted down in front of the girls, gave each of them a purse, and said softly, "It's alright now, go home."

Several young girls looked at Yu Wanyin with teary eyes.

They dared not even glance at Rong Si's direction, as if it were some kind of jackal or tiger.

But this lady was like an immortal.

They looked at each other, hesitantly accepting the purse.

Then he knelt down, kowtowed to Yu Wanyin several times, got up and ran away without looking back.

The battle was won quickly. The houses in the city were mostly undamaged, but the streets were in complete chaos.

Sending people home makes things much easier.

Yu Wanyin turned to look at him, "You scared them."

Rong Si's face remained expressionless as he said cryptically, "Didn't you manage to appease them all?"

"You're so good at sweet-talking," Rong Si stood up and slowly walked towards her. "Why don't you sweet-talk me?"

"You don't want to coax me anymore, do you?"

"Trying to appease Chu Yu, is that it?"

Yu Wanyin choked up and looked around, "Could we please not talk about these things here?"

Rong Si lowered his head and asked in a voice only they could hear, "So, where would you like tonight?"

Yu Wanyin's heart skipped a beat, unsure how to respond.

She chose what she felt was the safest place: "to the tent."

People came and went in and out of the camp, but he never caused too much trouble.

Rong Si nodded seriously, a hint of ruthlessness lurking in his eyes.

They really thought the camp could keep him under control.

It was late at night, and they couldn't find a suitable place to stay in the city in a short time.

Apart from the soldiers stationed in the city on duty, the troops stationed outside the city in their tents.

Yu Wanyin seemed somewhat out of place in the group.

Some of the new recruits had long heard of their female ruler, but this was the first time they had ever seen Yu Wanyin.

Rong Si rode his horse and led her into the camp, where she became even more of a target of criticism than when she first entered the bandit stronghold.

Many of the soldiers resting in the camp were caught off guard and practiced their weapons shirtless.

The place was packed with men, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Everywhere you look, there are traces of soldiers who fought in battle.

They are like solid walls.

Yu Wanyin had never seen so many strong, muscular, and young men's chests and abdomens in a single day.

She instinctively tried to avoid it, but couldn't really avoid it much.

There are at least tens of thousands of soldiers in the Rongsi camp.

She was momentarily embarrassed, her ears turning bright red.

Until Rong Si shouted, "Everyone, put your clothes on!"

The surrounding soldiers immediately went to change their clothes.

Even so, Yu Wanyin could still feel a lot of gazes on her.

Such a beautiful and ethereal female ruler, appearing in the arms camp, was undoubtedly eye-catching.

Yu Wanyin dismounted.

Rong Si packed all her belongings into his own tent.

Zong Cheng, who is usually very talkative, didn't dare to breathe loudly today and stood obediently to the side helping Rong Si move the lady's things.

Yu Wanyin sat in the tent, watching them move things around.

After everything was moved out, Zong Cheng left, and Rong Si slammed the door shut!

Not to mention Yu Wanyin, even Zong Cheng was startled.

He dismissed the soldiers stationed around the area and told the nearby soldiers to pack up and go back quickly, so as not to offend their lord.

Rong Si tore off the bandage on his wrist and stared at her intently.

Yu Wanyin moved her lips, but didn't know what to say.

Rong Si threw down the wrist guard. "How did we get here? Aren't you going to say anything?"

Have you figured out how to coax me yet?

After a moment, he sneered, "If you can't figure it out, then don't bother. You're just trying to figure out how to deceive me anyway."

Yu Wanyin's lips tightened. "How did I lie to you?"

"I just... didn't wait for you to go back."

"They just didn't wait for me to get back." Rong Si repeated her words, his tone changing and the meaning of the whole sentence changing as well.

He braced himself on either side of her, saying, "You don't even want me to go find Chu Yu anymore, yet you're still so self-righteous."

Yu Wanyin corrected, "I didn't mean to go looking for him."

Rong Si's gaze moved from her brows and eyes to her lips, then to her figure. "It's not important."

"Anyway, you're with me now, we can settle things slowly."

Rong Si gestured with his eyes, "Come on, I'll help you wash."

Yu Wanyin gently tightened her fingers, fidgeting with her nails, and whispered, "I'll wash it myself."

Rong Si looked at her for a while, and just when Yu Wanyin thought he would refuse, Rong Si agreed instead, "Okay, you can wash it yourself."

Yu Wanyin looked at him in surprise, probably not expecting him to actually agree.

Rong Si raised an eyebrow. "What, you still want me to help you?"

"I don't want to." Seeing that he was serious about letting her wash her own clothes, Yu Wanyin immediately picked up her clothes and went into the cubicle.

Even if the bathing areas in the tents were separated, they weren't far apart.

They were all in one room.

Yu Wanyin draped her dress over the rack next to her; the hot water had already been prepared.

The handkerchiefs that had been washed and arranged around her were the same ones she used when she accompanied the army. It seemed that wherever he went, he took her things with him.

Rong Si sat just outside, barely a foot away, listening to the rustling sounds inside.

You could tell from the sounds she made that she was cautious and reserved.

The sound of splashing water rang out, like ripples spreading outwards.

Slow, gentle, and undulating.

Yu Wanyin slowly immersed herself in the water, but she still couldn't help but make a splashing sound.

The sound was strangely damp in the room.

Yu Wanyin remained quiet for a while, listening intently to the sounds of the enemy outside.

You can't hear anything at all.

She washed herself slowly, a little afraid of what would happen after she finished.

She hasn't done it for several months.

At this moment, Rong Si sat alone to one side.

His gaze traced the screen of the shower stall, looking at the blurry figure on it, his eyes unfathomable.

Once the valve, long locked by medication, is opened, it becomes a raging torrent that is difficult to contain.

The ferocity hidden in Rong Si's eyes did not diminish but rather increased, keeping her hazy figure firmly within his sight.

While Yu Wanyin was completely unaware, he fantasized about doing all sorts of wicked things to her.

The wolf knew perfectly well that it was even more gluttonous and its condition was more serious.

It's a far cry from what it was at the beginning.

The moment she left, the outburst intensified destructively.

He probably can't wash her properly now; he can't control his strength and his desires.

But tonight is still long, he has to take it slow.

Calculate each and every one of them.

He has to slowly repay her for the lust she has aroused.

Feed her everything.

Yu Wanyin leaned against the edge of the bathtub, feeling uneasy from the suffocating silence.

She hesitated for a long time before suddenly saying, "I didn't specifically go to find Chu Yu."

No one responded.

Yu Wanyin tried to explain, "It was just a coincidence that I ran into him when I arrived in Ganning."

Her voice trailed off as she spoke, “Who knew you’d go after them too?”

A shadow fell over Rong Si's eyes.

Yu Wanyin looked outside through the screen but couldn't see anything, so she looked away. "I didn't give him the snow lion either."

“I dropped it by accident, and he found it.” Yu Wanyin didn’t want to deliberately provoke a conflict between the two, so she didn’t tell the truth. “You just want to know, when have I ever given you anything from Chu Yu? Why would I do such a thing?”

These words didn't seem to comfort anyone.

Yu Wanyin also found it difficult to handle.

Rong Si's voice was hoarse, and upon closer listening, one could hear a heavy breathing sound. "I won't say that I gave it to you."

Yu Wanyin's lips were taut, and she couldn't utter a word.

She told Chu Yu that she had remarried after his death.

She couldn't explain it, neither emotionally nor logically.

Even if it was said that the marriage was stolen, Chu Yu would definitely settle accounts with Rong Si because of his personality.

With a foreign invasion imminent, and both of them wielding considerable power, is it really necessary for her to cause them to fight amongst themselves again?

But her silence only made Rong Si's aura even stronger.

Suddenly she felt something splash heavily onto the screen beside her, like water droplets.

His deep voice added, "I'll make sure you can't say it."

Just as Yu Wanyin looked over, Rong Si stood up, and she had to say, "I'm afraid you'll fight."

He casually wiped the water droplets off the screen between them, then went to look for something by the cabinet next to him. "We'll fight even without you."

"Can we please stop fighting?" Yu Wanyin heard the commotion and, although she didn't know what he was doing, it seemed that her words had no effect on calming things down.

She had to come out after washing herself.

Rong Si was looking for medicine.

It didn't alleviate the situation at all; on the contrary, it got worse because the valve was opened.

It nearly consumed his reason.

When Yu Wanyin wasn't around, he didn't realize how unbearable the attack was.

Fighting and killing rely on exhausting physical strength, and it will eventually wear you down.

But once she's there, the long-suppressed addiction finds its cause, smells its owner, and erupts like a geyser.

The onslaught seemed to threaten to overwhelm his reason.

Rong Si truly experienced what it meant to suffer a devastating backlash after suppressing oneself for too long.

He didn't want to hurt the person right away.

This medicine can suppress its potency no matter what.

Rong Si found the medicine he always carried with him, took it out, and uncorked the bottle.

But then they discovered—

The medicine bottle is empty.

Just then, Yu Wanyin came out of the cubicle.