Ning Wanqin Steals the Letter

When Lu Chaosheng returned to the camp, he lifted the flap of the tent.

The scene inside had changed completely since he left.

Not only was the tent warm and cozy, but a table laden with delicious dishes had also been thoughtfully prepared. Every one of them was something he loved to eat. Most importantly, there was a pot of fine wine in the middle of the table.

Ning Wanqin, who had been acting so high and mighty just moments ago, was now sprawled across the table, drowsy—or rather, already fast asleep.

Her quiet, peaceful beauty formed a perfect picture of the night, and Lu Chaosheng’s heart could not help but skip another beat.

Although he had once had terrible judgment in choosing Ning Wanqin, his eyes had not been entirely wrong. Ning Wanqin’s looks and figure… truly were intoxicating.

“Lu Chaosheng, you still know how to come back?”

“Do you know how long Wanqin has been waiting for you?”

“She’s been waiting so long she’s practically fallen asleep.”

Shen Moyan emerged from a corner, his face full of anger.

His shout woke Ning Wanqin as well.

When she first woke up, she looked just as furious as Shen Moyan. But in the very next moment, her expression changed as dramatically as a face-changing performer in Sichuan opera. In an instant, her face bloomed into a bashful smile, and she said softly, “Chaosheng, you’re finally back.”

“I’ve been waiting for you for so long!”

“Mm.” Lu Chaosheng replied indifferently.

He had already heard the report from his guards and now had a fairly clear understanding of the reason behind Ning Wanqin’s sudden change in attitude. He immediately strode over and sat down in the chair, then glanced sideways at Shen Moyan.

“You!”

“Get out!”

Shen Moyan jumped up at once. “What?”

“Lu Chaosheng, what the hell did you just say?”

Lu Chaosheng let out a cold snort. “Guards, throw him out. If he dares show any disrespect, slap him.”

“Yes, sir!”

The personal guards had long since been displeased with Shen Moyan. They rushed in, pinned him to the ground, and dragged him outside like a pig being hauled away for the New Year.

Shen Moyan was terrified.

He hurriedly cried out for help. “Wanqin! Wanqin, save me! Save me!”

Ning Wanqin wanted to save him—or rather, in her heart, Shen Moyan was someone she absolutely had to save. Unfortunately, she had another plan in mind, and she truly could not let Shen Moyan remain here.

All she could do was look at him apologetically and say, “Moyan, you—you just endure it for a little while. It’ll be over soon. Soon. I’ll come find you!”

Before she could finish, Shen Moyan had already been dragged outside.

The enormous tent was left with only Lu Chaosheng and Ning Wanqin inside.

The atmosphere suddenly became rather strange.

Ning Wanqin took a deep breath and did her best to adopt a gentle demeanor. She moved closer to Lu Chaosheng and said softly, “Chaosheng, I had someone prepare some late-night food for you. Have something to eat.”

“I’ll keep you company.”

“All right.”

Lu Chaosheng did not refuse. He immediately began to eat heartily.

Ning Wanqin put on an utterly demure and delicate act beside him. She poured his wine, picked up food for him, and served him so attentively that Lu Chaosheng felt incredibly pleased. After living for twenty or thirty years, this was the first time he had realized that Ning Wanqin could also be so gentle.

For the first time, he understood that he did not have to humble himself and curry favor in front of Ning Wanqin. To sit upright and command her attention was… unbelievably satisfying!

“More wine!”

“The dishes are gone!”

With each order he issued, Ning Wanqin’s true thoughts notwithstanding, she kept up appearances perfectly, serving Lu Chaosheng with extreme care.

She made sure he had a hearty meal.

His spirit and his stomach were both thoroughly satisfied.

Only after that did he let out a comfortable belch.

Inwardly, he exclaimed, “Damn, this feels great!”

Unfortunately, the pleasure did not last long. Ning Wanqin had already launched another attack.

“Chaosheng, about that matter I mentioned earlier…”

Lu Chaosheng’s face immediately turned pale. He rose from the table and headed straight for the bed in the tent, looking as though he intended to lie down and go to sleep.

He left Ning Wanqin with an unshakable back.

Ning Wanqin’s temper flared in an instant. She jumped up, intending to slap Lu Chaosheng, but in the end, she forced herself to hold back.

In order for Shen Moyan to gain the Grand Commander Zhou Mengyan’s approval…

She was willing to go all out!

So she rose as well and followed him with small steps.

Just as Lu Chaosheng was about to lie down, she suddenly wrapped both arms tightly around him from behind.

The warmth and softness of her body pressed against his back, while her hot breath brushed over the back of his head. Lu Chaosheng had been childhood sweethearts with her, yet had remained single for twenty years. At that moment, his blood surged, and his emotions erupted.

Even his body began to tremble slightly.

Then… he suddenly spun around and pulled the beautiful, delicate Ning Wanqin into his arms.

A quarter of an hour later, Lu Chaosheng rose in frustration, his face filled with disbelief. He could not help feeling that all the martial arts he had practiced over the years had gone to waste.

“Impossible!”

“My body is clearly in excellent condition!”

“Could I have simply been too excited?”

With that, Lu Chaosheng took out the small blue pill Zhang Shi had given him and swallowed it with water. Before long, he was vigorous once more.

And so…

Half an hour later…

An hour later…

Ning Wanqin lay on her back, her face streaked with tears. She felt as though her entire body were about to fall apart, but even in the midst of such pain, she had not forgotten her promise to Shen Moyan.

She turned onto her side and squeezed into Lu Chaosheng’s arms.

“Chaosheng, about what I mentioned just now… you can agree to it, right?”

“Snore!”

“Chaosheng, are you asleep?”

“Snore!”

“Chaosheng, don’t pretend. After being so vigorous just now, how could you possibly fall asleep?”

“Snore! Snore! Snore!”

“Bang!”

Furious, Ning Wanqin kicked Lu Chaosheng hard. She had not expected that her powerful kick would not move him even slightly. Instead, the force rebounded and sent her tumbling off the narrow bed.

Ning Wanqin was so enraged that she began cursing.

“Lu Chaosheng, what are you pretending to be asleep for?”

“You’ve eaten your fill and had your fun, and now you want to refuse to take responsibility?”

“What I asked you to do—are you going to do it or not?”

There was no answer. The only response was the thunderous sound of Lu Chaosheng’s snores.

Ning Wanqin was nearly driven mad.

What the hell was this?

She had already lowered herself so much, yet Lu Chaosheng would not give her even the slightest promise. What, then, had been the point of lowering herself like that?

Had she given herself away for nothing?

“Lu Chaosheng, I never thought you’d be this kind of man! I must have been blind back then to think you were a good man, and to want to marry you!”

“Starting today, I’ve finally seen you clearly. From now on, don’t even think about getting my forgiveness!”

Ning Wanqin continued to rage and curse. The only response she received was still the sound of snoring.

Yet those snores did not seem fake. They shook the heavens and earth, and there was even a satisfied smile at the corners of his mouth. The sight was infuriating and repulsive.

Unable to bear it any longer, Ning Wanqin decided to haul Lu Chaosheng out of bed. She was determined to have another proper discussion with him that very night.

But then she suddenly noticed an envelope protruding from beneath the clothes Lu Chaosheng had taken off.

Several words were written on it:

“For General Zhao’s Eyes Only!”

General Zhao?

Ning Wanqin froze. She hurriedly took a closer look and discovered that there were not one but two letters. The other was marked:

“For General Qian’s Eyes Only!”

Her heart stirred.

Under the Grand Commander Zhou Mengyan, there were two great naval commanders. One was surnamed Zhao, and the other was surnamed Qian.

“Could it be…?”

A daring thought appeared in Ning Wanqin’s mind!

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