"You beast, you're a real beast! She's still your own mother..."
"The mother who chases after her own child? Would you want this mother?" Meng Qingluan interjected.
General Liao glared at her, then covered his groin and said in a sinister tone.
"Shen Yan, do you think you've won? Stop dreaming. The army sent by the Emperor will be here soon, and they'll wipe you out without leaving a single survivor."
"..."
Seeing that the two men remained silent, General Liao's expression turned arrogant again.
"Scared? If you're scared, you'd better not kill me. In the end, I might forgive you and do you a favor..." He said a few nice words.
General Liao was speaking when his head tilted to the side, his eyes wide open as he stared ahead. Before the smile on his lips could fade, his neck slumped to one side.
"Wordy."
Meng Qingluan sheathed her sword, tossed it aside with an air of dominance, and turned away, no longer looking.
Chen Yan: "..."
Shen Yan was stunned when he saw this bloody and violent scene. He looked down and saw two drops of blood spurting from his artery splashing onto the snow in front of his feet, staining it red.
He turned his head to look at the woman's calm and composed profile, the gloom in his eyes dissipating, and he stared at her with eyes full of stars.
So handsome, so decisive...
As expected of his Luan Luan, she remained so calm even when killing someone with a knife on the battlefield for the first time.
She is simply the epitome of womanhood, the epitome of womanhood among men, and the superwoman among animals.
Ashina glanced at Meng Qingluan with admiration, then inadvertently caught sight of Shen Yan's gleaming eyes, and his lips twitched.
What are you doing, bro?
Meng Qingluan suppressed the strong nausea rising in her body; what she had just witnessed was far too bloody.
But she was also afraid that General Liao would keep nagging and ruin things.
After all, that's not how it's always portrayed in TV dramas: the male lead, who was about to win, loses because the villain is too talkative.
She would never allow such a thing to happen.
…
That noon, the group had lunch at the Golden Horde Ayek tribe and then prepared to return home.
Before leaving, Ashina gave Chen Yan an account book and a jade pendant.
"I've done all I can, and I've kept my promise..."
"Don't worry, I guarantee the princess will return safely."
Ashina looked grateful and bowed to Chen Yan, the highest form of etiquette in the Golden Horde.
Shen Yan nodded and returned the bow as a gesture of thanks.
Shen Yan and Meng Qingluan boarded the carriage together. Shen Yan covered Meng Qingluan's legs with a brocade quilt he had prepared in advance, and then picked up a bottle of medicine to apply to her wounds.
Although Meng Qingluan ran fast enough, a small patch of skin on her face was still burned by the scorching airflow.
It's just that while she was on the city wall, her blood was rushing and her adrenaline was surging, so she didn't feel any pain. It wasn't until she returned to the Golden Horde and washed and changed that she realized a small patch of skin had been burned off her face.
When the medicine was applied to the wound, without the protection of the skin, the wound was stimulated and stung, as if someone was pricking it with a needle.
Meng Qingluan gasped and instinctively backed away.
Seeing the wound on her face, where the bright red flesh was already exposed beneath the skin, it would be a lie to say that Shen Yan felt no heartache.
But it won't do to not treat it. The weather in the North is cold, and even if we return to the capital, it won't be warm. If the wound gets frostbite again, it will only cause more pain.
"It won't hurt after the medicine is applied. I'll hurry and be gentler," Shen Yan coaxed gently.
Meng Qingluan reached out and blocked the two of them, covering half of her face to avoid the wound.
"Wait, let me catch my breath."
After a while, Meng Qingluan, with a look of grim determination, leaned closer so that Shen Yan could apply the medicine.
Shen Yan deliberately softened his movements considerably, almost immediately releasing his fingertips after applying the medicine to avoid touching the wound and causing Meng Qingluan pain.
After applying the medicine, Meng Qingluan's back was covered in sweat.
Shen Yan placed the medicine aside, reached out and massaged Meng Qingluan's shoulders. Meng Qingluan leaned back against him and closed her eyes comfortably.
Meng Qingluan recalled Ashina's mention of his younger sister and asked curiously.
"Is Ashina's sister in the capital?"
"Yes, in the palace."
Chen Yan continued working with his hands as he answered.
"Is she a princess sent for a political marriage? The emperor treated her badly, so he had to rescue her?" Meng Qingluan guessed, then added to herself, "But the emperor is over fifty years old. For a teenage girl to be with him is like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung."
"I haven't even said anything yet, and you've already finished speaking."
Seeing that she spoke with righteous indignation, and that her face even turned slightly red because of her birthday, Shen Yan realized that she had clearly put herself in the situation.
"Huh? Isn't that how it is?"
Meng Qingluan opened her eyes.
Aside from being sent as a bride for political reasons, she couldn't think of any other way to remain in the palace.
A hostage? She had never heard of the Golden Horde sending princesses or princes.
“Of course not. The princess of the Golden Horde, Ayek, is only ten years old; she’s still a little child.”
"?"
Meng Qingluan immediately sat up, her eyes wide open like copper bells.
"Ten years old? So young, the emperor...!!"
“It’s not what you think,” Shen Yan said with a serious expression. “She was given to the emperor by Ashina’s uncle. Her purpose was to become the emperor’s blood bag.”
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