Chapter 59
Why does this person always think of going to such strange places?
Si Yanmo remained silent, but forgot to pull her hand away.
"What I mean is, I'm your shaman. Why would I leave you to become his advisor? I might earn less, face more risks, and my master might not even be as agreeable as you. It wouldn't be worth it!"
"So it seems you're quite satisfied with me as your monarch." Zhou Yanqing chuckled, his voice low, and kissed her fingertips.
Si Yanmo snapped back as if she'd been electrocuted, "You...stop rambling, is it any way or not?"
He simply looked at her, his eyes filled with a captivating smile, and asked, "Do you want me to help him?"
“I don’t want both sides to suffer. If you go against him and I stand by your side, my sister will be sad, and you might get into trouble. If we don’t go against him, maybe none of this will happen.”
"Are you so sure I can't beat him?" Zhou Yanqing raised an eyebrow.
"According to his destiny, he is a man chosen by heaven. There is no point in going against him. Besides, you do want the throne of the Southern Emperor, so why bother?"
"Okay, then, promise me one thing and I'll help him." He took her hand again.
"What is it?" Si Yanmo had a bad feeling.
"There's a play going on at Yun Jian Xuan in a few days. Want to come with me?"
That's it?
"Yeah, it's pretty simple, isn't it?"
He didn't care about being the Third Prince or the Southern Emperor's throne; what mattered was being able to go on dates with his wife.
After much commotion, and with the night already past midnight, the two decided to rest in the military camp.
This military camp is no match for the Prince of Qin's mansion; it doesn't even have bedding.
Fortunately, given their current situation, if they were to actually undress, it would likely lead to a passionate encounter. It's best for them to keep their clothes on.
Seeing that Zhou Yanqing intended not to sleep at all, Si Yanmo sat half-upright on the bed and felt sorry for her. "Actually, it's okay to wear clothes, right? You're already injured. If you don't rest well, your body won't be able to take it."
"Concerned about me?" Zhou Yanqing sat down next to her, took her hand, and her eyes sparkled with joy.
Perhaps it was the effect of Ye Shengge, but Si Yanmo had become accustomed to him holding her hand and did not pull away.
"What else? Do you want me to say you're dead?"
Hearing her say that, Zhou Yanqing pouted and pretended to be angry, "Why can't you say something nice?"
He squeezed the woman's hand. "Such soft hands, but such a stubborn mouth!"
Si Yanmo was embarrassed by his words, "Then why is your whole body hard?"
She spoke quickly, not noticing the strangeness in her words, which made Zhou Yanqing's lips curl up. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Hmm, that... is true."
Warm breath touched Si Yanmo's earlobe, and it instantly ignited a fire within her. She frantically pushed the other person away, "You...you can sleep or not, it's up to you!"
This night of revelry is truly awful! Si Yanmo felt like she wasn't even herself anymore.
Zhou Yanqing chuckled and stopped his movements. After all, if things continued like this, he didn't know what would happen to Si Yanmo, but he was afraid he would react before she did.
"Okay, I'll stop making a fuss. Go to sleep. I'll stay with you."
He helped Si Yanmo lie down, took out his own fox fur coat to cover her, and then sat down on the edge of the bed.
A pair of soft, watery eyes silently watched her, making Si Yanmo even more uncomfortable.
She turned away, trying to ignore that gaze.
In the darkness, the occasional croaking of frogs outside the tent disturbed her already uneasy heart.
After a long while, Si Yanmo gave up, turned around, and met Zhou Yanqing's affectionate eyes. Her heart skipped a beat. "Um... why don't you come up and take a nap?"
Zhou Yanqing was actually very sleepy, but she didn't want to put her in a difficult position. Hearing what she said, she immediately felt more comfortable and quickly climbed onto the bed, but still restrained herself by leaving a gap between them that was big enough for one person to lie down.
As soon as he came up, Si Yanmo regretted it again. The fire in her body seemed to burn up again. She turned over again in frustration, ready to go to sleep, when she heard the man calling, "Amo..."
She didn't answer, so the man called out again, "Amo."
"What's wrong?"
"good evening."
A "goodnight" was like a reassuring pill, dispelling the heat for a moment. She closed her eyes and said, "Okay, goodnight."
That night, both of them slept poorly, still feeling the effects of the drug.
In a daze, Si Yanmo, covered in sweat, reached out to find something to cool herself down, and finally found it when she touched the skin of the person next to her!
In her sleep, she took the initiative to hug Zhou Yanqing, burying her head in his chest to cool off.
She was no longer hot, but Zhou Yanqing was awakened by the heat emanating from her body. When she opened her eyes and saw the person causing the disturbance, she felt both happy and helpless. She could only grit her teeth and endure it, quietly wrapping her arms around her waist and tightening her grip.
I'd better not sleep tonight...
At dawn, the crowing of a rooster woke the two from their sleep.
"Ugh, it's so noisy..."
Si Yanmo raised her head, her stray hairs falling in front of her eyes, her eyes still half-closed, like a kitten that had just woken up.
Seeing this, Zhou Yanqing's heart softened completely, and he brushed the stray hairs from her forehead behind her ear.
Whether it was because he had gotten up early or because he had been partying all night, his throat felt dry. "The roosters kept at the training ground to wake the soldiers, did they disturb you?"
Si Yanmo rubbed her eyes and nodded, only then realizing that she was lying in Zhou Yanqing's arms, with one hand on his chest.
She hurriedly got up, her already flushed face turning even redder from the heat, and turned away, not wanting the other person to see her.
The moment Zhou Yanqing stood up, a flash of disappointment crossed her eyes. She also stood up and asked someone to bring her a basin of water for washing.
After washing up, the lingering heat on her body finally subsided considerably. Zhou Yanqing remembered something and said, "By the way, the method you told me before was quite useful. Recently, most of the spies in the camp have been eliminated, and we even managed to extract information from a few in the city. I'm going to interrogate them today, do you want to come with me?"
Si Yanmo agreed and together they bypassed several tents and arrived at the simple altar in the military camp.
Several spies were tied to rough logs, their cheeks red and peeling, their bodies ripped and torn from being whipped, clearly having suffered a great deal.
Unlike the cold and gloomy dungeon of Wufeng Pass, this altar was completely exposed to the sun, without any shade. It was alright now, but once the sun was high in the sky, people exposed to this sun would faint from the heat.
Si Yanmo knew that this was the work of the Prince of Qin beside her. He was like that; when he was arguing with her, he seemed like just a teenager, but when it came to this, he was ruthless in ways that ordinary people could not imagine.
She wasn't a saint, so she didn't say anything that it was unnecessary. She just stood silently to the side, watching the soldiers use whipping as a form of interrogation.
Just then, she noticed a scar on the brow of one of the spies. "Wait!"
She walked over, and Zhou Yanqing, who was behind her, was both puzzled and worried that the spy might hurt her, so she cautiously followed her forward.
"What's wrong?"
Si Yanmo did not reply to him, but met the spy's weakly open eyes and said, "That day, it was you in the alley."
Her tone was certain.
On the day of the Shangsi Festival, she was stopped in the alley by a masked man in black. The man attacked her relentlessly, and even though she and Zhou Yanqing had learned some self-defense techniques, she was no match for such a skilled fighter and was knocked unconscious.
Fortunately, she remembered that there was a scar on the other person's brow peak, which cut off the thick eyebrow.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yanqing immediately realized what was happening, narrowed her eyes, and her aura became dangerous.
"Chen Wu, bring me my gun." His voice was cold.
After Chen Wu brought the gun, he raised his hand and weighed it in his hand. His eyes narrowed, and he thrust the long gun into the other man's knee. A cry of pain instantly echoed through the sky.
Crimson blood flowed down the man's knees and dripped into the soil, making everyone present feel their legs go weak.
“You…” Si Yanmo stared blankly at the scene, her mind a jumble of emotions.
Of course, it wasn't because Zhou Yanqing had injured someone who wanted to kill him, but because he was surprised that the other party had truly revealed such ruthlessness in front of him for the first time.
Although he had tried to scare her before, this time, unlike those minor blunders, she saw murderous intent on Zhou Yanqing's face.
Zhou Yanqing didn't reply to her, but looked at the spy, the long spear in her hand seemingly ready to strike again at any moment.
"You'd better explain clearly what King Qi wants you to do to Mo Wubu, and who else knows about this?" The man's voice was cold and devoid of warmth, like a demon from hell.
“There are three more…” Si Yanmo wanted to ask if the Third Prince was involved in this matter, but Zhou Yanqing stopped her.
She was puzzled, but the spy seemed to have seen through her, and sneered through his pain: "The reputation of Mo Wubu is well-known. Does Your Highness, the Prince of Qin, think you can hide it?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yanqing tightened his grip, his eyes sharpening as he looked at Chen Wu. "It's been a long time since the army has seen any excitement. Bring everyone over here, leave him with only a breath left to explain the situation, and the rest is up to you."
"yes."
Chen Wu received the order and went out. Before long, he saw one after another burly soldiers excitedly surrounding him.
"What's going on?" Si Yanmo asked, puzzled.
The leaders took out a small knife, and one of them said with a sinister smile, "This knife of mine hasn't been used in a long time, so it's a bit dull. Just bear with it."
He raised his knife, grabbed the man's arm, and like a butcher, slowly and methodically sliced off a piece of flesh from the man's shoulder.
With him setting the precedent, the others followed suit.
The surrounding soldiers began betting on how many hits the spy could withstand. Others brought gauze and medicine to ensure the man wouldn't bleed to death first.
Si Yanmo felt a chill run down her spine at the sight. She frantically grabbed Zhou Yanqing's hand, her voice trembling, "That...isn't that necessary?"
Although she was not a kind person, this punishment was far too cruel, and what terrified her even more was that these people seemed to have a strange excitement about them.
She looked up at Zhou Yanqing, but he remained calm, as if everything before him was perfectly ordinary. "Not enough."
This is already letting him off easy.
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