Chapter 27. Try it yourself, okay? ...
Aside from the unexpected events on the last day, the autumn hunt went smoothly. Princess Rongning hunted the most wild animals, and the emperor publicly rewarded her.
The group came and went in a hurry; the autumn hunt was over.
Only two people were injured in the assassination attempt. The assassin who was captured alive was imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice prison, and the Ministry of Justice was responsible for investigating the case.
Before winter arrived, the assassin confessed to the whole story under interrogation.
The gist of the story is that Geng Qi used Zhan Yunmei's private orders to transfer a small batch of imperial guards' weapons, allowing assassins to use them to cause chaos at the banquet. The purpose was not to kill anyone, but simply to accidentally injure innocent people.
Geng Qi, while in prison, neither admitted nor denied anything, and kept cursing the new dynasty.
Most of the officials in charge of the Ministry of Justice were new officials with no connection to the previous dynasty, so they naturally couldn't stand such words and shut him up.
Meanwhile, in the Beijing garrison, due to Geng Qi's matter, the position of deputy general became vacant, and more affairs piled up on Zhan Yunmei, leaving her with virtually no free time.
Since the autumn hunt, she hasn't had a chance to return to the General's Mansion.
Winter has arrived, and snow is falling slowly and gently.
After finishing the last batch of military affairs booklets, Zhan Yunmei opened the window of the duty room to let in some fresh air, and leaned against the window frame to look out at the snow-covered ground.
It was still early, and the snow hadn't piled up yet, but the wind was already biting cold, stinging her face. Zhan Yunmei covered her face and was about to retreat to her duty room when she suddenly saw someone coming from outside the courtyard.
“General, it’s windy outside, please be careful,” Helan Wan said, bringing the newly made general’s order into the room. “This is the newly made general’s order. Please take a look and see if there are any mistakes so that I can take it back and have the craftsmen fix it.”
The general's order was carved from sandalwood, with the official title and name engraved on it, as well as the unique patterns of the new dynasty. Zhan Yunmei examined it closely under the snowlight.
"No problem, you did a great job, thank you for your hard work."
"It is what I should do."
Zhan Yunmei nodded, put away the general's order, and seeing that it was getting late and the night was faintly visible outside, she tidied up the table and had her servant take the remaining books back to the mansion.
Helan Wan saw Zhan Yunmei off from the capital camp, passing the drill ground covered with a thin layer of snow, the two of them remaining silent.
Just as Zhan Yunmei stepped onto the carriage, she suddenly turned around.
Helan Wan looked up at her, only able to see her sharp chin. "General, is there anything else you need?"
The Jingying garrison was located a few miles northwest of the capital, in a sparsely populated area. The officers and soldiers were all inside the garrison, so there were very few people around.
Zhan Yunmei's gaze swept lightly over her, a half-smile on her face. "Take care of Geng Qi as soon as possible. Once he's figured things out, he'll expose you."
Upon hearing this, Helan Wan froze, feeling a chill on her back. She wondered if she had swallowed snow, but when she reached out to touch it, she couldn't feel anything. It turned out that her body was cold.
He was still in shock and didn't know when he had buried his head in guilt. When he looked up again, the carriage had vanished without a trace, leaving only wheel marks on the ground.
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Qiu Shou's arrow pierced Hua Lang's side abdomen, avoiding a vital spot, but it still hurt for quite a while. He originally thought that the injury would make Zhan Yunmei stay by his side more often, but unexpectedly, she has been very busy these days.
So busy... I don't even have time to go home and sleep.
Or perhaps he's not that busy; he's just out there with people who are prettier and more interesting than him.
The pain felt as if the wound on her waist had been torn open, waking Hua Lang from her dream.
I opened my eyes and found the bedside empty.
She closed her eyes again.
"Get up quickly when you wake up. How long will it take to get better if you lie in bed all day?"
A gentle whisper sounded beside him. Hua Lang was surprised and was about to sit up when a strange sensation came over his ankle, itchy and scratchy.
Suddenly realizing that it was Zhan Yunmei pulling, Hua Lang immediately sobered up, wrapped herself completely in the blanket, and the movement pulled at her wound, causing her to whimper softly in pain.
What does this resemble? It resembles a frightened yet proud cat.
Thinking this to herself, Zhan Yunmei chuckled softly, got up, walked slowly to the edge of the couch, lifted the hem of her robe, and sat down.
"Hualang, get up and sit for a while," Zhan Yunmei coaxed gently from outside the blanket, while secretly slipping her hand under the blanket.
The warmth of the blankets enveloped me, a comforting comfort. After walking through the snow, my body was damp and chilled, but suddenly entering such a dry and warm place softened my heart involuntarily.
The blanket remained still for a long time.
Zhan Yunmei made a move to lift the lid, but the person inside grabbed her wrist first and pushed her out.
She narrowed her eyes.
He's stubborn, and so is she.
So he tried to reach inside, trying to grab his hand.
A slight, dull pain spread from the center of her wrist, and Zhan Yunmei quickly realized that Hua Lang was biting her.
It didn't hurt too much; he didn't bite hard.
"Get away!"
A fierce shout came from under the covers, and then she was pushed away.
He roared at her in a weak but fierce tone, but she wasn't annoyed at all; in fact, she felt a faint excitement.
"I should be excited," Zhan Yunmei couldn't help but smile.
"Who was whining and kissing me in the tent? Why is she like this now?" Zhan Yunmei withdrew her hand, leaving faint teeth marks on her wrist.
Hua Lang was furious when he heard this.
He admitted that his seduction skills were inferior to others, but did she really need to repeatedly drag him out and whip him...?
“This servant has overstepped her bounds, General, punish this servant!” he said in a sarcastic tone.
Hua Lang has nothing to worry about now.
He abandoned his dignity, only to be asked by Zhan Yunmei to find someone for her.
Since that's the case, he's no longer afraid of anything.
Since she had already chosen the right person, whether he compromised or threw a tantrum, it wouldn't make her like him for long. So she might as well give up and throw a tantrum.
How much worse can it get?
Hua Lang remained silent, turning her head away from under the covers.
He felt a little resentful and a little wronged, but he wasn't really angry with her. He just felt inferior to her and that he had been ungrateful in the past.
Zhan Yunmei watched the quilt rustling and wriggling, wondering what Hua Lang was doing inside. She then threatened him, "Fine, then I'll punish you by making you go to the side room and giving the main room to me and my new lover. Do you agree or not?"
"..." Hua Lang's heart turned completely cold.
I want to cry.
I gritted my teeth and forced myself not to cry.
I couldn't help but secretly shed a few tears. He was still injured, and they wanted to send him away.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking into the bedding, just enough to dampen a small patch.
With the water no longer on her face, Hua Lang slowly sat up, her eyelids drooping. "I'm leaving now."
His head peeked out from under the covers, and he was about to pull off the blanket when suddenly a heavy force pushed him down onto the couch.
Hua Lang was surprised and blinked repeatedly, showing confusion and timidity.
"How did you manage to work for the Emperor? You're so stupid!" Zhan Yunmei rested her hands on his shoulders, her high-tied hair falling to one side, the tips brushing against Hua Lang's eyes, causing a slight tickling sensation.
He was forced to squint, his eyes becoming hazy, his lips slightly pursed, his posture carrying an indescribable meaning.
Zhan Yunmei glanced at Hua Lang's lips; they looked pale and unwell.
Hua Lang, having adjusted to the touch of Zhan Yunmei's hair, forced open one eye, seemingly genuinely confused: "What?"
She stared intently at his slightly parted lips, and involuntarily reached out a hand to pinch his cheeks and lift them up.
The alluring lips finally disappeared from sight.
But then her fair neck was revealed, with faint blue veins, and her inconspicuous Adam's apple swayed slightly as Hua Lang swallowed nervously.
Hua Lang was unable to move, his head tilted back as if being torn apart, and the wound on his waist and abdomen throbbed with pain as if breathing.
He could only turn his head left and right, humming softly and weakly, begging her for mercy.
Her figure drew closer and closer, appearing somber yet filled with allure.
Seeing Hua Lang struggling helplessly, Zhan Yunmei knew she had hurt him.
But he showed no mercy to her.
It's better to hurt him, it's best to make him cry, she'd love to see him cry.
She slowly lowered her head and kissed his neck.
The touch was neither too light nor too heavy; there was no forceful damage to the beautiful neck, nor any pity or tenderness.
"It hurts..." Hua Lang's wound was touched from time to time, and he gasped every time.
Hearing him cry out in pain, she deliberately deepened the kiss, even opening her lips and teeth to rub the tender flesh of his neck with the tips of her teeth, before taking a bite.
In order to better fit the curve of his neck, she had to tilt his head back more forcefully.
The waist and abdomen are sensitive areas, and the pain from the wound was very obvious. Hua Lang's head was also lifted forcefully. When he opened his eyes, all he could see was a carved wooden ceiling on the canopy bed.
She kissed him harder and harder, and in the brief moment of separation, the teeth marks turned red, with traces of blood seeping out.
He kissed her again, licking away the blood.
Dizzy from Zhan Yunmei's kiss, Hua Lang's narrowed eyes momentarily lost focus, but she quickly regained her senses.
She wanted to kick him out after kissing him.
Wronged.
I felt so wronged that I couldn't bear it.
Supporting his hand, Zhan Yunmei felt a dampness. Upon closer inspection, she saw that he was crying, and tears were falling onto his palm.
She was so angry she laughed.
Does he also think that she's manipulating many people, and he's just one of them?
"Why don't you think about why I brought you to the banquet? Just so you could pick people for me? You've lived in the manor for so long, have you ever seen anyone else come to the manor?" Zhan Yunmei released him and asked back, but her tone was not harsh.
He lay on the couch with a flushed face, his wet eyes obscuring his gaze, making it impossible to discern his expression.
Hearing her speak, he slowly moved his head, as if he understood, but still frowned.
His lips moved slightly. "The wound... has reopened."
"It collapsed?" Zhan Yunmei sat up from the couch and realized that there was no charcoal in the room.
However, after this trip, her forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat, which she casually wiped away with a handkerchief.
He put on his coat, walked around the screen, and ordered outside: "Bring in Hua Lang's medicine, boil a bucket of hot water, and bring in the military affairs booklet as well."
She pulled a clean nightgown out of the closet and tossed it onto Hua Lang. "Go wash up and change your clothes. I'll change your dressing later."
She paused, looked at him, and said with a smile, "Eunuch Hua Lang, this is my exclusive favor."
Hua Lang, who had been comfortably lodging, suddenly froze upon hearing her teasing. Her eyes brightened briefly before quickly dimming.
I was a little dazed just now, but now I'm more alert.
He glared at her, then suddenly sneered, "General, you've been lying to me for so long. You're happy to see me lose my composure, aren't you!"
Zhan Yunmei slowly opened the military affairs booklet, picked up the pen, rinsed it with water, dried it, and lightly dipped it in ink.
"I'm naturally happy to see Hua Lang looking so wronged. Go wash up quickly, and change the dressing when you come out later to prevent the wound from getting infected."
It was meant to be a kind remark, but Hua Lang only half appreciated it. He was carrying his nightgown and heading towards the bathroom when he heard her speak again, which terrified him.
"I'm a bit tired from too much military work today, but I want to see you. The wound on your waist and abdomen shouldn't be a problem. Can you do it yourself? I remember... you tried it."
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Author's Note: I'm updating early today [pleading face]. Tomorrow's update time is 4 AM on the 4th, so you can read it when you wake up tomorrow morning [sneaking a peek while covering face].
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