Jiang Tian, a renowned渣女 (scorned woman/player) in her lifetime with countless boyfriends, was recruited by the Main God after her death to become an invincible host for the Female Lead group.<...
The guards who usually accompanied Wei Yunting in the military camp saw their prince looking flustered for the first time.
The general, who remained unfazed even in the face of a formidable enemy, turned pale as a mouse before a cat upon seeing a delicate woman.
Upon hearing Jiang Tian's question, Wei Yunting forced an awkward smile and said, "Why are you here? Didn't I tell them I'd go back once I finished my business?"
"These are the kinds of things those libertines often say to their wives. How can you expect me to believe them?"
Jiang Tian's tone was indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger.
Wei Yunting was much happier. The thought of Jiang Tian being jealous of him made him feel incredibly energetic.
“I’m in the military, I won’t do those kinds of things, you don’t need to worry.”
"Oh? Then tell me, why don't you go back? Don't you know how anxious I am when I haven't heard from you for so long?"
As Wei Yunting listened, his brows and eyes relaxed.
“You know, after this battle, there are a lot of trivial matters. As their general, if I don’t keep an eye on things, they might do something wrong.”
Jiang Tian looked at him with a half-smile: "If that's the case, Your Highness must be incredibly busy."
Wei Yunting became more and more at ease: "Then you should go back first. Once I've finished all these things, I'll definitely stay with you for a few days."
"I'm already here, why are you leaving? Your Highness, come with me to the tent, let me see just how many trivial matters you have to attend to."
As Jiang Tian spoke, she stepped into the tent first.
Wei Yunting's personal guard couldn't stand it any longer. He quietly reached out and pointed to the wound that wasn't covered by the outer robe.
The wound had been exposed for half a day, but the prince hadn't noticed it at all.
Upon looking at it, Wei Yunting realized that he had already given himself away.
This time, he couldn't laugh.
"Why hasn't Your Highness come in yet?"
Upon hearing Jiang Tian's voice, Wei Yunting's expression became even more rigid.
But having come this far, whether he stuck his neck out or not, he was going to be stabbed anyway, so he had no choice but to wave his hand, signaling everyone to leave, and then he went inside.
Xiao Sheng witnessed all of their interactions.
When Wei Yunting told everyone else to step back, he didn't move an inch.
The bodyguard, unaware of his true identity, reached out and hooked his arm around his neck: "What's wrong with you? Can't you see the couple getting intimate? Stop standing there."
Xiao Sheng twitched the corner of his mouth: "The prince dotes on a concubine so much, yet you all seem to understand him."
Upon hearing this, the personal guard became displeased.
They knew Xiao Sheng was a relative of the prince, but how could a nephew speak ill of his uncle?
Remembering that he usually toiled in the fields and had never received any etiquette training, the bodyguard gave him a few pointers.
“We have served the prince for so many years, and he has never had a woman by his side. It is not easy for him to have a woman to accompany him. As his subordinates, we should be happy for him.”
"Are you happy if he becomes a lonely bachelor?"
Xiao Sheng remained silent, the gloom in his eyes not dissipating.
Seeing his awkward temperament, the guard stopped talking.
Inside the tent, Wei Yunting sat obediently, letting Jiang Tian examine his wounds.
"It's nothing serious, just a minor injury. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you'd worry. See, I've made things worse this time."
The wound looked scary, but it was actually just a superficial injury, and Wei Yunting had long since stopped feeling anything.
He had many scars, big and small, all over his body. If he hadn't been afraid of worrying Jiang Tian, he wouldn't have gone to a doctor and used good medicine to treat him.
"The doctor handled it quite well."
"Well, of course. I value my life and wouldn't joke around with it. I won't mistreat myself, so don't worry."
Wei Yunting couldn't help but try to justify himself.
However, the next second, Jiang Tian twisted his waist back and forth.
This time, Wei Yunting truly felt the pain: "Ancestor, I was wrong, I was really wrong."
From the strength in her hand, Wei Yunting could tell that she was truly angry.
Jiang Tian's tone remained calm, but the content of her words was terrifying: "If you keep it from me again, and I find out, wherever you are injured, I will cut myself in the same way."
Wei Yunting's face suddenly turned cold and stern. He gripped her waist tightly and said through gritted teeth, "You dare!"
There was no fear in Jiang Tian's eyes, but the next second after their eyes met, tears streamed down her face.
Wei Yunting loosened his grip, startled: "What happened to you?"
"You know perfectly well that I can't live without you, and now that things are finally stable, you're still hiding it from me. If you're seriously injured, I won't even get a final message from you. How am I supposed to live?"
"Wei Yunting, you remember this: I can only live if you live. If you leave, I will have no one to protect me, and I will find it difficult to move an inch in this world!"
A surge of emotions welled up in Wei Yunting's heart.
His heart ached and felt heavy, so he could only hold Jiang Tian's shoulders and pull her into his arms.
"Stop talking nonsense. Even if I really leave, I will definitely arrange a way out for you. You followed me in the first place to survive, and you should do the same in the future. As long as you live, you don't need to care whether I am here or not."
Jiang Tian slapped him across the face: "Stop talking nonsense. Without you, no one will indulge me. I'd rather be dead—ugh—"
Wei Yunting couldn't bear her words piercing his heart, so he could only silence her unfinished business with his lips.
Originally, he intended to stop her from talking nonsense, but once he was exposed to Jiang Tian's scent, Wei Yunting couldn't control himself.
His burning palms pressed against her slender neck, trying his best to steal her breath, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.