What about me?

Peng Xuan'an's lips curled up. He glanced at Pang Linqiu, then turned his gaze to the three men, his face darkening as he sternly rebuked them: "Once you've made your choice, get out there and receive your punishment!"

"Yes!" The three men accepted the order with firm voices and quickly evacuated the area.

One by one they left, and Pang Linqiu immediately felt uneasy. She looked around and saw that only the two of them remained in the tent. She had no choice but to accept her fate, sighed deeply, and walked towards the exit.

"Where are you going?" he asked, grabbing her wrist with one hand.

"Run with them?" she said, her face sullen with displeasure.

"I don't want this bet..."

She let go of his hand, turned around to look at him, and asked, "What do you want?"

He smiled maliciously, his face slowly approaching hers. She jerked her head back, trying to create distance. Her double chin was practically showing, and the man in front of her kept getting closer! She understood! She panicked! She took several steps back, when suddenly! A hand grabbed her waist, and she couldn't retreat any further!

Her body was pinned to the spot, and she hurriedly raised her hand to stop his face from getting closer and closer. "General! Please let me run away!" She was on the verge of tears.

Suddenly! He tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her closer and flipping her over. He pinned Pang Linqiu against the table, the sudden loss of weight startling her; she felt like she would fall to the ground any second. She braced herself on the tabletop, glancing behind her in alarm, then relaxed when she saw it was just a table.

She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chin, as if something had pinched it. Her face was turned back, and her pupils contracted to reveal his face! Her lips were kissed gently, then lightly bitten.

She clenched her teeth, preventing him from reaching inside.

She struggled incessantly, but her hands were captured again, and she could hardly breathe! The kiss was long and aggressive, constantly trying to penetrate and possess her.

He held the back of her head with one hand and grabbed her hands that were trying to stop him with the other.

Seeing that he couldn't get in, Peng Xuan'an let go of her, looking unsatisfied, and took a few breaths. Pang Linqiu, on the other hand, kept wiping her lips, gagging in disgust. After catching her breath, she glared at him angrily and slapped him across the face.

Peng Xuan'an raised his hand to stop her from slapping him, his deep eyes looking straight at her with tenderness and affection.

"Miss Pang, you're just... unwilling for me to take this bet?" He smiled wickedly, his breathing becoming heavier, his voice low and magnetic as he teased her.

He grabbed her right hand, which made her even angrier and more furious! "Did I say it was this bet?! Let go!"

Afraid of upsetting the cat, he quickly let go, then slowly brought his face closer, continuing to beg: "Miss Pang, I haven't finished asking for the bet yet."

He braced himself on the table with both hands, trapping Pang Linqiu in the middle with no way to escape! She gritted her teeth, raised her foot, and kicked him hard in the shin!

His face contorted in pain as he quickly bent over, covering the spot where he had been kicked with one hand. Pang Linqiu took advantage of the moment he was clutching his leg and escaped.

He rolled up his trouser leg and looked down; his calf was throbbing slightly, and he figured it would bruise badly.

Seeing that the person had run away, he didn't intend to chase after them. He swallowed his anger, sat down to rest for a while, and then returned to his own tent.

The next morning, his good friend Qin Xiangde came to find him and asked him with a wry smile if he had molested Pang Linqiu the day before. He knew that Pang Linqiu must have reported him, so he told him everything that had happened the day before.

Qin Xiangde, sensing the impending gossip, looked at the person sitting on the bed with interest. "Xuan An, tell me the truth, do you regret it?"

"Regret what?" He looked up at Qin Xiangde, who was leaning against the corner of the table, puzzled.

"I regret divorcing her."

He lowered his head, his hands supporting his forehead, helpless and unable to explain why they were divorcing, sighing, "I regret it, but I have no choice."

He said with a mix of mockery and pity, "You, for the sake of a girl, divorced her. Sigh... Are you stupid? You should have taken that girl as a concubine and made Linqiu your wife. Wouldn't that have killed two birds with one stone?"

He remained silent, only sighing. She was both his concubine and his legal wife! How could that be?

He drawled, "Should I—ask the Emperor to grant you another marriage?"

He shook his head, put on his boots, and got up to leave, not wanting to continue the conversation with him, afraid that he would trick him into revealing the truth.

Early in the morning, a military report arrived: the night raid had failed, with 800 of the 2,000 troops lost.

For the next few days, Pang Linqiu avoided Peng Xuan'an, as if he were a plague god. Peng Xuan'an felt a pang of sadness, but he couldn't force her to see him every day.

One day, Pang Linqiu sneaked into Qin Xiangde's tent and saw a familiar figure as soon as she entered.

She was startled. What was Peng Xuan'an doing here?

She looked around in disbelief. Everything in the tent clearly belonged to her beloved Mohe! She checked several times to make sure she hadn't gone to the wrong tent. How could she have... bumped into someone she shouldn't have seen?

Peng Xuan'an turned around and saw her, smiling gently. "Miss Pang, what brings you here?"

What are you doing here?

He spoke casually, as if he owned the tent, "Isn't it perfectly normal for me to be in my own tent?"

"Isn't this Brother Mohe's camp?!" She frowned, somewhat angry.

He approached her, and Pang Linqiu took a step back, watching him warily.

Seeing how wary she was of him, he felt a pang of sadness. "You've come to Mohe again... to learn from books?" He put one hand on his hip, his gaze falling on the books in her arms.

She clutched a book tightly to her chest, cautiously scrutinizing him, afraid he might come any closer. "It's none of your business. What are you doing here?!"

"Hmm..." He pondered for a moment, then bent his index finger and rested his chin on it. "Xiangde is afraid of ghosts and doesn't like to sleep alone, so I came to keep him company."

She rolled her eyes; she would never believe such a lame excuse.

With a professional fake smile on her face, she said, "General, if you're afraid of ghosts, just say so. Don't drag Brother Mohe into this!"

He didn't want to deal with the topic anymore. "You come to him every day to learn things, why don't you come to me? I'm no worse than him."

She looked at him with disdain, "Can your teaching be as good as his? Even if it is, you are not him."

I got angry with him, and he pointed to his chest and asked softly, "Then tell me, where am I worse than him?"

She looked him up and down, "You're not as good-looking as him, not as gentle, you're not as good as him in any way!"

These words pierced his heart like needles, making it hard for him to breathe. His face turned pale, and his voice was low, every word dripping with jealousy: "You like him that much? What about me?"

His voice was low: "...You...you didn't even feel a little bit of emotion?" He really felt that the person in front of him was heartless, which was really heartbreaking!

"..." Her face fell, her eyes flickered, and she said softly, "It's not that I haven't had any thoughts about it." She paused for a moment, "...I did have the intention to kill."

"..." His brows furrowed deeply, clearly displeased. "Miss Pang! Are you really..."

The curtain was lifted slightly, revealing Qin Xiangde chatting with Liu Langxuan. After glancing at the situation inside the tent, he quickly pulled the curtain back down and led Liu Langxuan away from the scene.

After standing there dumbfounded for a moment, Pang Linqiu wanted to rush out and chase after Qin Xiangde, but Peng Xuan'an grabbed her clothes and wouldn't let her go. She angrily shouted, "Let go! Or I'll scream for help!"

He didn't relax, his head lowered, his eyelashes trembling slightly. His feelings were incredibly complicated! So confused! So lost... What's wrong with me?

He desperately didn't want her to leave him for Qin Xiangde... She had schemed and plotted to please him, all so she could leave him! He didn't know why... he couldn't live without her? He was powerful and wealthy, capable of having better women, yet he couldn't have her...

Seeing that he showed no sign of letting go, she gritted her teeth and forcefully pulled the hem of her dress away from his grasp! She hurriedly left the area, fearing that Peng Xuan'an would do the same thing as last time.

The hem of his clothes was pulled away, like a kite with its string cut, severing his connection with her...

After calming himself down, he turned and left the place that had caused him so much grief.

A month passed, and Peng Xuan'an led his army to capture three cities with remarkable achievements, suffering few losses and gaining a great deal. The Emperor was overjoyed upon hearing the news. However, the relationship between the two did not make much progress, and Qin Xiangde also began to have a headache over their relationship... He regretted not intervening in their conflict back then.

In October, the weather turned cold, and crystal-clear frost and snow drifted in the air from time to time, with a light frost accumulating on the branches.

To ease the tension between the two, Qin Xiangde suggested going hunting or strolling in the snow forest. Pang Linqiu didn't ask any questions, since it was his suggestion, and she was immersed in the thought of walking hand in hand with Mo He... but she never expected that on that day! On that day! There would be a third wheel!

She had thought it was a matter between two people, but it turned out to be three, and her good mood instantly vanished. However, with Qin Xiangde present, she had no choice but to swallow her annoyance and put on a caring expression. She said to Peng Xuan'an, "General Hongsheng, are you feeling better? If not, don't force yourself to come along. Get some rest!" She subtly hinted that he shouldn't come!

Peng Xuan'an glanced at her. How could he not understand the implication of her words? But he insisted on going against her. "I am unharmed, thank you for your concern, Miss Pang."

The two men spoke unfamiliar languages ​​and clearly distinguished between superiors and inferiors. Qin Xiangde looked at them helplessly, feeling utterly powerless.