Dejected after being exposed, Aruna and Aon returned to their tent and enjoyed the loving dinner their sister had brought back.

Dozens of kilometers away, Tseringdun Dorje, the general who led the troops to occupy the territory, was also thinking about those deep blue, glass-like eyes. They were so beautiful. He wondered how beautiful her face would be if it were stained with blood. Thinking of this, Tseringdun Dorje excitedly pulled hard on Yue Kua's head and slightly shifted his gaze to the people below.

"Be a gentleman, you know?" The gentle yet eerie tone made the frail body below tremble even more. He was firmly controlled by those calloused hands and forced to raise his equally blue eyes. His almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears and fear, ruining his delicate face. This also made Celing Dunduo lose interest and forcefully throw him to the ground.

"Drag him out."

With a casual remark from the man, the soldiers at the door dragged the man out like a dead pig.

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During this year, Qingyin and Aluna also discovered the man mentioned by their enemies, Lord Gerchin, who was the deputy of the enemy's general, Celingdunduobu.

After learning about Qingyin's background, Yinzhen wished he could just tie her up and send her to her. However, she was far away and, like a rat, liked to hide in the back and was impossible to hit. He couldn't bring her over either. Nevertheless, he made a promise to Qingyin that one day he would drive the Mongols out of Tibet and avenge her.

A year has passed in the blink of an eye.

In recent years, the Qing Dynasty had won more wars than it had lost against the Mongol army, especially in battles in which Qingyin and Aluna had joined, where they had never lost. Emperor Kangxi, who was in the palace, had also heard of the reputation of these two mixed-race young generals, and this time he specially ordered the urged Yinzhen to bring the two young generals back to see them.

Upon receiving the news, Yinzhen was secretly delighted. He had initially been reluctant to return, but now he was overjoyed. He led several hundred personal guards back to the city—not a large number, but they were the elite of the elite. He even prepared a carriage for Qingyin on the way. Although he himself couldn't defeat Qingyin, he didn't want her to suffer too much, so he gave his own carriage to Qingyin and her brother, sleeping in the smaller one himself. No one questioned or misunderstood Yinzhen's decision. The attentive Chen Qingyue even wanted to bring the most comfortable decorations and food to Qingyin's carriage.

The group encountered an unexpected situation halfway through their journey. A thin, beautiful woman appeared in the middle of the road, along with two hunched old men who blocked their way. "Please, sir, save my daughter! She has been ill for a long time and was on her way to the capital for medical treatment when she was robbed by bandits. Could you please take us to the nearest city?"

Although the three people in front of him did indeed fit the profile of those who had been robbed, Yinzhen's intuition still made him sense something was wrong. He pretended to be a passing merchant and pulled the two of them onto the worst carriage next to him to continue walking forward. Sure enough, when they passed through a low-lying valley, hundreds of well-trained and strong men appeared on both sides and attacked the group.

The team that had been keeping a close eye on their surroundings immediately launched an attack. Aon and Aruna joined the team, and the situation quickly turned in their favor. Sensing something was wrong, the three tried to escape.

Seeing their unusual expressions and their intention to abandon the carriage and flee, Qingyin immediately flew forward and stopped them. The group then immediately appeared harmless, their previously hunched postures straightening up. They were clearly disguised bodyguards, their faces showing shock at the person in front of them. They were a second slower in their attack, and in that second, Qingyin successfully detained them.

The situation instantly stabilized. There were corpses all over the ground, with only a few survivors, including the one Qingyin was looking at. Yinzhen strode over and, after confirming that Qingyin was alright, he relaxed and stared at the three people who were tightly bound. The three people looked at Qingyin silently, and the feigned fear in their eyes was gone.

Yinzhen asked with a stern face, "Who sent you?"

The three were pale-faced but showed no sign of panic. In particular, the seemingly delicate woman stared at Qingyin with unusual fervor, and when she opened her mouth, she uttered a clear, youthful voice, "The Fourteenth Prince is truly blessed, always accompanied by a handsome young man wherever he goes."

No matter how soft the voice was, it was still a man's voice, which made everyone present feel disgusted.

Yinzhen hated the way this man looked at Qingyin, so he kicked him hard and said coldly, "If you don't take off that disgusting look in your eyes, then you might as well not need them at all?"

The man coughed lightly, fell to the ground, winked at Qingyin, and said with a smile:

"Why must you kill me to silence me? You have no mercy on a beautiful woman! Please, sir, spare my body in front of this beauty, so as not to offend her eyes." The woman-like figure spoke while throwing flirtatious glances at Qingyin, her audacious actions showing no regard for Yinzhen frightening the onlookers. Fearing the general would fly into a rage and draw his sword to execute him on the spot, Chen Qingyue advised, "General, calm down, calm down. Let's spare his life and see who's behind him. Once we know, we can deal with him later."

Yinzhen glared menacingly at the man who had provoked him. Amid the man's exaggerated expression, he kicked a thick birch tree beside him, as if stepping on his wrist, and stared at him fiercely, "Who sent you?"

"I am a bandit from this area, here to rob the rich and help the poor. I have no connections," the man said innocently.

Yinzhen observed that shameless face for a few seconds, and for the first time, he felt speechless at someone's thick skin. With such good skills, who would believe he was a bandit? Was he being treated like a fool? His expression grew colder, "You, a bandit, know how to change bones and have more than a thousand well-trained men?"

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