When Deputy Yan came in to bring the washing water, she saw this scene.
Seeing the enemy general disheveled, trembling.
Looking like he had been mistreated.
Deputy Yan pretended not to see, placed the water down, and left.
Jiang Shouzhu had been watching him for a while. While washing up, she threatened, “Stop pretending; it’s not like I haven’t seen it before.”
Although Ying Wutu buried his face in his knees, he could still feel the wicked woman staring at him. Since there was no one else in the tent, her words were obviously directed at him.
He whimpered but didn’t dare lift his head.
He wasn’t pretending; he genuinely felt “uncomfortable.” He wanted to remove it but didn’t dare.
“Stop pretending to be a quail. Go wash yourself, make yourself smell nice, then come to bed to warm it for me.” Jiang Shouzhu said and left.
She still had to arrange some official matters. The army would set out for the capital tomorrow, and she needed to check on things.
Once Jiang Shouzhu left, Ying Wutu finally lifted his head. Though he hadn’t cried out loud, his tears hadn’t stopped.
He felt so wronged, bullied by the wicked woman.
He wanted to kill her.
But he couldn’t.
Ying Wutu tried to stand up straight, but any movement made it worse. He could only bend over, slowly moving to wash up, crying as he did.
His face was tear-streaked.
His skin wasn’t as delicate as a man’s, having been exposed to the elements in the camp, and he hadn’t dared to dress up. Now, looking at his reflection in the water, he saw his eyes were swollen from crying.
He didn’t look very good.
At this moment, Ying Wutu paused, holding the water.
He could only use his left hand to wash his face because his right hand was injured, with a penetrating wound, and his right pinky was broken. Holding the water, it flowed through his fingers.
He suddenly found it strange. Why had he been concerned about his tear-streaked face looking bad?
Having pretended to be a woman for so long, he hadn’t cared about his appearance.
After all, only men who serve with their looks spend all their time dressing up. So why had he suddenly thought this way?
Was it because of what the wicked woman had said when he was drunk?
Ying Wutu stared at the water, feeling an even stronger emotion.
At this moment, Jiang Shouzhu returned. She had just spoken to Deputy Yan, walked around the camp, checked the loaded carriages, and glanced at the Ying Kingdom’s king, who was already asleep, before returning.
When Jiang Shouzhu returned, she saw the little rabbit holding water, lost in thought.
“You’re so slow, even washing your face takes forever. I remember you running faster than a rabbit on the battlefield,” Jiang Shouzhu teased him while changing her clothes.
Ying Wutu quickly finished washing up and stood there with his head down, not moving.
“Why are you standing there like an idiot? Go warm the bed,” Jiang Shouzhu commanded.
Although Jiang Shouzhu wasn’t particularly lustful, she liked to sleep while holding a man.
Especially a fragrant, soft little man.
She had one in her mansion, a beauty from a foreign land presented to the emperor. The emperor let her choose one, and she picked one that pleased her eye.
This foreign beauty had a natural fragrance, and most of the time she stayed in the mansion, she had this fragrant little gentleman warm her bed.
But now, on the expedition, she couldn’t bring a man, so she slept alone.
Now, there was one delivered to her.
Except… Ying Wutu was stiff all over, not soft at all.
Ying Wutu took a long time to get into bed, but there was a problem. The iron ball on his ankle was still under the bed. If he didn’t bring it up, he couldn’t lie flat. He looked at Jiang Shouzhu, who had changed into her nightclothes.
Jiang Shouzhu noticed the problem and understood his meaning from his eyes. She asked knowingly, “Want me to unlock it or bring it up?”
Ying Wutu sensed a hint of negotiation in her tone and cautiously asked, “Can you unlock it?”
His ankle was raw and painful. Washing up had made it worse.
“What if you run?” Jiang Shouzhu asked.
Seeing a chance, Ying Wutu quickly said, “I won’t run!”
He wasn’t stupid. Confronting the wicked woman now wouldn’t help. Unlocking the chain was best, and where could he run to?
There was no one to help him avenge himself. He would stay by the wicked woman, waiting for a chance to kill her!
Jiang Shouzhu took a small key from her waist and threw it on the bed.
Ying Wutu picked up the key and unlocked the shackle on his ankle, sighing in relief.
But looking at his injured ankle, he pouted in grievance. He carefully glanced at the wicked woman, seeing she wasn’t coming over immediately. He turned slowly, taking out some gauze.
He had found it in the Fifth Prince’s medicine box during the day and brought it with him. Now he could bandage his ankle.
Jiang Shouzhu walked over slowly, watching the little rabbit busy with his back to her.
She wasn’t in a hurry, sitting at the table, picking up a book, and said casually, “Finish up and lie down. If I come in and it’s not warm, you’ll have a hard time.”
Ying Wutu feared her words, shivering and quickly bandaging his ankle, then lying down.
The wicked woman’s bed was comfortable, and the quilt was warm. He lay there, slowly closing his eyes.
The tent wasn’t quiet, with the sound of pages turning and the quiet burning of charcoal.
But Jiang Shouzhu hadn’t turned a page for a while, and the charcoal made no sound.
The remaining sound was a heartbeat.
Ying Wutu’s heart pounded, almost breaking his chest. He was sealed, still uncomfortable. He lay down, but a certain part stood up.
Because of the silver hairpin, he felt uncomfortable no matter what.
Now, lying on the wicked woman’s bed, her scent was everywhere.
Ying Wutu had closed his eyes, but her face was still before him.
Could it be that the alcohol hadn’t worn off?
Wasn’t the soup given by the wicked woman supposed to be a sobering soup?
Ying Wutu’s face grew even redder.
Jiang Shouzhu gave up the pretense. She couldn’t read a single word and blew out the candle, walking straight to the bed.
In the darkness, nothing could be seen, making his hearing more acute.
Ying Wutu heard the footsteps gradually approaching.
His strange thoughts grew stronger, and his whole body trembled more.
Jiang Shouzhu lifted a corner of the quilt and asked, “Is it warm?”
Ying Wutu’s voice trembled, “Burning hot.”
Jiang Shouzhu: ?
She paused, wondering why his answer sounded so much like an invitation.
Jiang Shouzhu lay down, hugging the person beside her. She said helplessly, “Although not soft enough, it’ll do.”
Ying Wutu didn’t resist, letting her hold him tightly.
“Why are you trembling? Cold?” Jiang Shouzhu wasn’t sleepy at all.
“Um… can you let me go?” Ying Wutu pleaded softly.
His breath brushed against Jiang Shouzhu’s neck, making her eyes narrow.
“What do you want me to do to let you go?” Jiang Shouzhu moved her neck, swallowing involuntarily.
“Take it out, please… I’m begging you…”
The soft pleas echoed in her ears, making Jiang Shouzhu’s heart grow warmer.
She remembered again that she was never one to be driven by desire. Although she had been at war for half a year, apart from dreaming about the little rabbit, she had never thought about such things.
But now…
“Stop begging me, shut up!” Jiang Shouzhu didn’t want to push the little rabbit too far. After all, he was covered in wounds and needed time to heal.
And now he was begging loudly, and Jiang Shouzhu felt a burning sensation in his heart.
This was naked seduction!
“Oooh…” Ying Wutu rubbed against her arms. He was in great pain, but he couldn’t help begging for mercy. After all, she had been nice to him tonight and asked him to untie the chain on his ankle. If he begged her again, what if she agreed? So he boldly continued to press further: “Please…”
Ying Wutu’s pleading stopped abruptly, and he was startled.
“You’re seducing me, right? Then you’ll get what you want!” Jiang Shouzhu stripped off Ying Wutu’s outer shirt in a few seconds.
“Help—I’m being harassed!” Ying Wutu instinctively shouted.
This was a military camp! Outside there were women who have been fighting for half a year, fierce like wolves and tigers. Jiang Shouzhu didn’t want her subordinates to hear these sounds.
“Don’t make a sound!”
Jiang Shouzhu covered his mouth with her hand.
Ying Wutu was terrified, his mind blank. When his mouth was covered, he instinctively bit down.
“Hiss…”
Jiang Shouzhu withdrew her hand.
Even though there was no light in the tent, she knew her palm was injured and bleeding.
Jiang Shouzhu raised her hand and slapped Ying Wutu.
The crisp sound echoed in the tent.
Ying Wutu, shocked by his own bite, was immediately slapped, leaving him dizzy.
“Someone come!” Jiang Shouzhu got off him and called towards the door.
Deputy General Yan entered with a knife. She had heard the sounds from inside but didn’t enter immediately since the cry for help wasn’t from the general.
“Take him away and lock him up,” Jiang Shouzhu said, kicking him off the bed.
Ying Wutu, still dazed from the slap, rolled off the bed and onto the ground.
Fortunately, the carpet was thick, so he didn’t get any additional injuries from the fall. However, he already had injuries, and falling aggravated them, causing him to groan.
Hearing his soft moan, Jiang Shouzhu became even angrier and shouted, “You deliberately seduced me, but when I touched you, you bit me. I’ve been too lenient with you! Take him away!”
She threw his clothes down as well.
The outer garment hit Ying Wutu’s head, covering him.
He was stunned.
He hadn’t seduced her, nor had he intentionally resisted. It was all too sudden, and he was too scared, with no mental preparation.
Now he had definitely angered the wicked woman!
But before he could beg for mercy, Deputy Yan swiftly dragged him out.
As they were being dragged out, Jiang Shouzhu added, “Solitary confinement!”
Ying Wutu’s face burned with pain. The wicked woman’s slap was so strong that half his face swelled up.
He was dragged all the way to the prison cart, which was surrounded by iron bars, exposed to the wind, and now covered in heavy snow.
His outer garment had been stripped off, leaving him in thin inner clothes. He curled up in the corner of the prison cart, hugging himself.
It was cold and painful.
He didn’t have time to think about his situation. He worried that he had angered the wicked woman, and she might go on a rampage.
But now he had been thrown out, filled with regret and anxiety, without even a chance to beg for mercy.
The snow continued to fall heavily that night.
