11 A Different Kind Of General (2/2)

”Is her Royal Highness comfortable here?” he questioned with concern eminent in his eyes.

”Mistress Han has been accommodating.” She stopped herself from smiling. Mistress Han was definitely more accommodating compared to the sore Mistress Kei.

He seemed to debate with himself before speaking, ”It would be wise if her Highness wears her veil at all times, especially when she gets into the palace.” He shifted uncomfortably, taking account of her unmasked face.

This reminded her of her father.

”General Feng, can beauty be stolen?”

”No, your Highness,” he responded precariously, ”but it would make recognizing you easier for my men.”

For his men? So it was not just her who was doing this. How many others were also spying the Nevorian palace? It seemed like she was not free from her father's controlling tactics and this made her obligations all the more burdensome.

”Very well, I shall honour your wish.” She tried not to think much of it.

”Then I shall be on my way.” He bowed, his fist by his waist. This was a salutation done by Huticah men.

”General Feng, please describe the Emperor for me.” She stopped his departure.

”I don't think he is the man you'd like to understand... ”

She repeated the question to him, determined to have some kind of picture in her mind.

”He is... respectable, cares for his people, follows the ways of his father than any teachings but also ruthless, fearless and short tempered. He is not a respecter of life.” He answered quicker than she had expected.

An emperor who allowed slave trade obviously did not respect lives.

”One more thing.”

”Anything for her Royal Highness.”

”I have an assignment for you and I'm asking you to take this with as much seriousness as you can.” Princess Le-anne turned around and looked at the wall, deep in thought. General Feng would surely be able to find the man who stole from her as enquiring about the General in charge of the Mountain Dura camp had to be kid's work for him.

Maybe finding her pendant would not be like looking for a needle in the hay, after all.

S.V