MTSAMAPOC Chapter 8

“My patience is limited,” Jiang Shouzhu delivered her final ultimatum.

Ying Wutu slowly took off his remaining clothes and crawled naked onto the bed…

His movements were very slow. He was afraid.

He couldn’t help being afraid.

Jiang Shouzhu saw him dawdling, but this time she wasn’t angry, just like a diner waiting for a dish to be served.

After all, he was her meal, and he would never escape.

Even if Ying Wutu moved as slowly as possible, he would eventually reach the end.

He crawled onto the bed but didn’t dare lie down, hugging his chest with both hands, curling into a ball.

Jiang Shouzhu sat up this time. She gently pushed him, and Ying Wutu lay flat.

He looked tough, but he was surprisingly easy to push over.

“No…” Ying Wutu gasped.

Jiang Shouzhu pretended not to hear, flipping over and straddling him.

Ying Wutu closed his eyes in nervousness.

Was it finally going to happen?

Jiang Shouzhu sighed, “Your waist looks thin, but it’s quite firm.”

Ying Wutu shook his head slightly. He didn’t want to listen. He was afraid. He wanted to escape.

But with her pinning him down, where could he possibly go?

 

“What are you afraid of? What do you think is going to happen next?” Jiang Shouzhu teased him playfully, her fingertips pressing against his prominent nose and sliding down its curve.

Ying Wutu bit his lower lip because even his red lips were trembling.

Ying Wutu bit his lower lip because even his red lips were trembling.

Fortunately, dawn was approaching, and the fine charcoal in the tent was still burning. The faint light was enough for Jiang Shouzhu to take in his shy appearance completely.

“You say, if you had continued lying on the ground, I wouldn’t have discovered you could move, and what happens next wouldn’t occur. So, isn’t all this your own doing?” Jiang Shouzhu’s fingertips had already touched him, and she smiled even more.

Ying Wutu had already been tormented half to death tonight, and now he was scared half to death by her. At first, her words seemed to make some sense, but then he realized it was just her sophistry. Now that he had fallen into her hands, she was the law.

His red lips parted slightly, and he cautiously pleaded, “Can you let me go?”

“No,” Jiang Shouzhu decisively refused. She straightened up, raised the short sword, and asked, “Were you trying to kill me just now?”

Ying Wutu didn’t dare to answer. He bit his lower lip hard, his two small rabbit teeth deeply imprinted on his lips, as if trying to bite through them.

“Not saying anything? I like you stubborn and disobedient like this. So what if you want to kill me? You’ll never succeed. But tonight, you dared to bare your fangs and bite, so you deserve a little punishment.”

“Don’t… don’t vent your anger on innocent people. Do whatever you want to me… I won’t resist…”

In fact, Ying Wutu couldn’t resist. He was in immense pain all over his body.

“Wait until your wounds heal a bit more. There’s no rush for that. Right now, I want to carve a word on your chest. Don’t move. If I make a mistake, I’ll kill a thousand prisoners. They’ve said that a word is worth a thousand gold pieces; now it’s worth a thousand lives. Ying Wutu, whether they survive until dawn depends on whether you can endure it.”

Ying Wutu felt wronged and inwardly cursed this wicked woman, Jiang Shouzhu, who was full of evil schemes. She could even come up with such despicable methods, all just to humiliate him.

But she really was capable of anything. He thought of the brutally killed Lieutenant Yao. If cooperating obediently and not moving could save the prisoners, he was willing to comply.

However, this wasn’t a long-term solution. Being continuously threatened by her, how could he save everyone in the end?

Ying Wutu couldn’t think that far ahead now because he had already been marked with the first stroke.

The short sword was extremely sharp, leaving a mark with just a light touch.

The blood didn’t even flow out, as if the best cinnabar paint had left a stroke on his skin.

“Didn’t move at all?” Jiang Shouzhu had already written two strokes. Because the light in the tent was dim, she leaned very close, almost feeling the heartbeat from his chest. “Are you that afraid of implicating them?”

Ying Wutu’s lower lip was already bleeding from being bitten, but he didn’t dare speak. He barely dared to breathe. He could endure the pain, but he feared that if he moved accidentally, a thousand innocent people would die.

“But they punched and kicked you, disfiguring you. If I were you, I’d move on purpose and let others take revenge for me. Even if they died, they’d curse me for being ruthless, not you.” Jiang Shouzhu had written four strokes and continued teasing Ying Wutu.

Ying Wutu remained silent.

Just as Jiang Shouzhu was about to write the fifth stroke…

A “grumble” sound came from Ying Wutu’s stomach.

He was hungry.

Jiang Shouzhu chuckled and stopped writing.

Ying Wutu, seeing the person pressing down on him suddenly sit up, was so frightened that his eyes widened. He stammered, “I… I didn’t move, it won’t be crooked!”

It was just his stomach growling. If anything moved, it was inside his body, not outside!

Jiang Shouzhu’s eyes curved with laughter. Teasing the little rabbit was too much fun.

“Don’t worry, but you’re hungry. If you take a breath, I’ll give you something to eat when dawn breaks.”

Taming a horse, a dog, or a wolf requires not just training but also food. If they do well, they need a little reward to be properly tamed.

When Jiang Shouzhu finished the fifth stroke, she didn’t hear what she wanted to hear, and she was a bit displeased.

The little rabbit in her dream panted so beautifully, and during the examination, he panted so loudly. Now he was being stubborn again?

“If you don’t eat, they won’t eat tomorrow either. Let’s see who starves to death first.”

“Mm…”

With the next stroke, Ying Wutu let out a gasp, a faint moan blending with the burning charcoal in the corner of the bed.

Jiang Shouzhu smiled, indeed, coercion and temptation worked best. When she finished the last stroke, she felt a bit warm too.

Maybe there were too many charcoal braziers in the tent.

“Alright, now guess what character I carved.”

Jiang Shouzhu admired her “calligraphy” with satisfaction. Each stroke was beautifully written, and there was no bleeding. It was really nice.

While admiring her work, she noticed a trace of blood on the blade. She reached out and wiped it off on Ying Wutu’s cheek, cleaning the blade in the process.

She sheathed the blade.

But Ying Wutu’s cheeks turned red, not just from the bloodstain.

“Hurry up and guess!” Jiang Shouzhu urged.

Ying Wutu didn’t know where to start, so he sneakily raised his head to take a look.

Jiang Shouzhu didn’t stop him.

Ying Wutu saw it and his head fell heavily back onto the pillow. He was in despair.

 

Although his body has not yet been taken by this wicked woman, it has already been marked by her.

Because the character on his chest is—Jiang.

Jiang Shouzhuo is very satisfied. She turns over and lies down, pressing the short sword under the pillow, her arm still around Ying Wutu’s slender waist.

“Don’t move.”

It was almost dawn.

Jiang Shouzhuo seemed to have really fallen asleep.

Ying Wutu’s hatred grew stronger in his heart. He feelt more pain in his chest, not only from the knife he stabbed himself with during his suicide attempt but also from the character carved by the wicked woman.

This time, he was truly unclean.

He was still in the wicked woman’s embrace.

He really wanted to kill her!

 

He wanted to bite her throat and kill her.

 

I wanted to cover her face with a pillow and suffocate her.

 

How could he kill her?

 

Ying Wutu glared at her fiercely, but unfortunately, looks couldn’t kill.

 

Dawn broke.

 

The sunlight was beautiful today. Deputy General Yan entered the tent to deliver breakfast and water for washing up, only to see this scene on the bed.

She saw the general holding the enemy’s main commander, sleeping soundly.

Deputy Yan frowned, put down the food box and other items, and turned to leave.

Jiang Shouzhu also opened her eyes. Her military career had made it impossible for her to sleep deeply. Even when dreaming, she could only dream three parts, while the other seven parts remained awake.

Jiang Shouzhu stretched lazily, sat up from the bed, and then looked at…

This little bunny lying beside her, puffed up with anger.

Wasn’t she just sleeping for a while? It seemed like she hadn’t done anything to him, right? Why was he so angry?

Don’t let him die of anger.

“Didn’t I just tattoo a character on you? Or did you dream about me?” Jiang Shouzhu unceremoniously touched the “Jiang” character on his chest and teased.

Ying Wutu took a deep breath. He wanted to curse, but he didn’t dare, so he bit his lower lip and remained silent.

His lower lip was already bitten through, and the corners of his mouth, which had broken skin, were all scabbed with blood. Biting it again made it hurt even more.

“Get up, I’m already awake and you’re still lying down. If you can move, go and wash my pants and the rug. Don’t think I forgot just because I slept.” Jiang Shouzhu urged him while washing up.

Ying Wutu struggled to get up. Despite the night passing, the major and minor injuries on his body were still severe, but not to the point of being immobile. He picked up the bloodstained clothes from the floor, ready to put them on…

“Wear that.” Jiang Shouzhu, still chewing on a piece of meat, pointed towards the door. It was something Deputy General Yan had brought in earlier.

Ying Wutu shuffled over and saw the men’s clothing. He recognized it.

“Is this the Fifth Prince’s clothing?”

As soon as he spoke, the Fifth Prince Ying Xiaowu shouted outside the tent, “Sister Jiang, they didn’t give me meat for breakfast. Please help me, Sister Jiang.”

This coquettish voice entered along with the person. Deputy General Yan didn’t really stop him, after all, she saw the ambiguous attitude between the general and this prince from the enemy country. She had even given the prince meat soup last night, so she only pretended to block him, letting the prince rush in directly.

Ying Xiaowu was stunned upon entering. He saw…

“General Ying… You? You’re a man? Why are you here, wearing my clothes!”

Ying Xiaowu looked at Ying Wutu in shock, then turned to Jiang Shouzhu with a grievance.

It seemed that what shocked him more than Ying Wutu being a man was—why was Ying Wutu in Jiang Shouzhu’s tent! What did they do last night!

“I wondered why Sister Jiang asked me for that medicine, why she wouldn’t stay with me despite my pleading last night. Turns out you lured her away! Did you infiltrate the army disguised as a woman just to seduce women?”

 

Ying Wutu was at a loss for words. Faced with the prince he had once protected with his life, he had no strength left to explain.

Last night, that wicked woman questioned whether he had disguised himself as a woman to infiltrate the army for ambition. Now, his own country’s prince accused him of doing it to seduce women.

What else could he say?

Seeing Ying Wutu remain silent, Ying Xiaowu became even angrier. Taking a step forward, he noticed the “Jiang” character on Ying Wutu’s chest, which made him furious!

“You wretched scoundrel! Did you deliberately carve that character on yourself to show loyalty to Sister Jiang?” Ying Xiaowu stomped up to Jiang Shouzhu, hands on his hips, and demanded petulantly, “I want a character carved on me too!”

Ying Wutu collapsed onto the ground in despair. He had managed to stand just a moment ago, but now he had no strength left.

His body and face were covered in wounds of all sizes, but the Fifth Prince’s eyes could only see that “Jiang” character.

Because of that character last night, he endured great humiliation, staying still to protect his sisters’ lives despite the pain.

But now…