Commander Jiang was trembling with fear, feeling as if the living devil in front of him was about to devour him, and quickly denied it, "No."
"If not, why stay in our army camp? An Si, see the guest out." After Yue Xiyuan finished speaking, he ignored him.
Upon hearing Yue Xiyuan's words, Commander Jiang breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Yue Xiyuan now, he seemed not to be as exaggerated as people said.
But the title of "Living Yama's Car" is indeed well-deserved.
He was genuinely worried that Yue Xiyuan would skin him alive.
Thank goodness...
As Commander Jiang left, he turned and glanced at him again, thinking to himself: The Regent is quite a nice guy.
Only Yue Xiyuan remained in the military camp.
Yan An was carrying two bowls of freshly cooked plain noodles.
"Try my authentic Yangchun noodles, which I just cooked: a handful of thin noodles, half a bowl of broth, a cup of water, five qian of lard, a spoonful of soy sauce, and two crisp and refreshing bok choy."
Yue Xiyuan put down his pen, stood up, and strode over to take the rice plate from Yan An's hands.
"Let them come. You should rest more. You must be exhausted these past few days."
He smiled gently, and the tenderness in his eyes almost melted into tears.
"Compared to my martial arts training when I was a child, this is nothing."
Thinking back to my childhood, the "exploitation" by my master and Granny Qi was truly unbearable.
However, she was also very clever and soon found joy even in hardship.
Yue Xiyuan had never heard Yan An talk about his childhood before, and he immediately became interested, "How could it have been so miserable?"
"I have to get up to practice martial arts before dawn, then learn medicine later, and then go hunting with my master after sunset..."
Yan An talked about his childhood while eating plain noodles.
The more Yue Xiyuan listened, the more outrageous it seemed—such a carefree and unrestrained life.
If this is considered unbearable suffering, then what about the suffering he has endured day and night since childhood?
Sure enough, comparing yourself to others will only make you miserable.
Even he was the same.
If others knew what these two were thinking at that moment, they would surely be so angry they would vomit blood.
Their current level of achievement is something that ordinary people can hardly reach in their entire lives.
It was made so simple by just two people.
"This plain noodle soup is really good. I'll try making it for you another day," Yue Xiyuan praised.
"Give it a try?" Yan An suddenly remembered the time in the space when Yue Xiyuan almost set the kitchen on fire.
Startled, she quickly refused, "Da me! Da me!"
"Da...me? What does that mean?" Yue Xiyuan raised his eyes, stared at Yan An, and asked curiously.
"No way! The food you made is inedible, I don't want it!"
Yan An didn't give Yue Xiyuan any face at all.
Cooking is something that's either not suitable for you or not suitable for you.
The first time, the space almost burned down.
The second time, they almost burned down the Regent's Palace.
The third time, the Yan residence was almost burned down.
She had to dissuade Yue Xiyuan from cooking for her.
I'm so young, I want to live a few more years.
Yue Xiyuan looked hurt, as if he was really injured, "An'an, you dislike me!"
Yan An rolled her eyes at him and brought out the meals that Yue Xiyuan had made last time, the time before last, and the time before that from her spatial storage.
The food served looked just like it had been freshly made.
It was warm and black, and you couldn't tell whether it was a chicken or a duck when it was alive.
"Uh..." Yue Xiyuan looked at the indistinguishable thing on the table and felt a little embarrassed. "I just wanted you to try my cooking."
"You should use your energy and spirit elsewhere."
After finishing the last bite of noodles, Yan An casually remarked something.
"Since Your Highness says so, then I will do my best."
After saying that, the two disappeared completely from the military camp.
All words vanished in a soft murmur...
Yan An's words were drowned out by the sudden kiss.
Outside the military camp, Commander Jiang was taken by An Si to a remote place.
One after another, towering chimneys emitted plumes of white smoke.
There was a smell in the air that was hard to describe, but it made people feel uneasy.
Commander Jiang was startled, a bad premonition rising within him.
"This...this can't be?"
"This is a crematorium built temporarily by the princess. The princess said that those living dead were already dead, but they could still stand, walk, and were even stronger than normal people because they had Gu worms in their bodies."
"The Gu worms feed on flesh and blood, controlling them. Once they escape, they will endanger others. That's why the princess drew the shape of this crematorium. Don't worry, the corpses will be burned one by one."
Commander Jiang couldn't help but feel uneasy. It wasn't that he didn't want it burned, but who was in the jar, and how was he supposed to find out? And if he didn't know, how was he supposed to get them home?
An Si ordered someone to bring over the drawing paper. "You've arrived quite early. These past few days have been spent searching for their relatives, and construction has taken several days. We only started yesterday. These few sheets were already burned by the Yan Kingdom."
They never expected that their enemy state would go to such lengths for the people of Yan, even going so far as to create a portrait of them.
Commander Jiang's eyes gradually reddened, and he remained silent for a long, long time before finally saying in a hoarse voice, "Such a great kindness will never be forgotten. If we meet again on the battlefield, I am willing to die to prove my loyalty."
"Go inside and get some protective gear; it'll make you feel more at ease wearing it."
After giving his instructions, An Si left.
Commander Jiang and the others looked at the neatly wrapped corpses and could no longer contain themselves. "Brothers, we've come to take you home."
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Yan Shaoheng worked day and night at breakneck speed and finally returned to the Prince Heng's mansion.
But the mansion was already filled with white silk and lanterns.
He dared not go forward, fearing he would hear bad news with his own ears.
"Greetings, Your Majesty! Long live the Emperor!" Fang Tao was about to leave when she bumped into the travel-worn Yan Shaoheng. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty... the Empress..."
Although she hadn't been with the Empress for long, she had been treated well, and the rewards she received were much more than those of others.
In her heart, she had long regarded Chen Jingshu as her master.
Unexpectedly, this period of glory lasted only a month...
Yan Shaoheng's hands trembled uncontrollably as he suddenly ran into the mansion.
Yan Zhixiao remained kneeling beside the coffin until Yan Shaoheng returned, then continued kneeling without uttering a word.
Yan Shaoheng couldn't believe it. He kicked the coffin lid away, and his deathly pale face clearly told him: Chen Jingshu was dead.
He held her tightly, as if trying to melt her into his very bones, letting out low, muffled sobs as he called her name over and over again, without uttering another word.
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