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Days resumed its peace. The conflict due to the treasure from Moon Soul and the longing for a woman long gone was finally carefully kept in the bottom of their hearts; never forgotten yet never talking about it again. After all, one should continue to move forward instead of turning back for what lay behind was nothing but shadows. Only by looking forward could they see the sunshine.
Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiheng had been getting along well recently — That one sentence, 'Your death is imminent' Meng Fuyao had told Zhan Beiheng the other day terrified him, and she was almost thrown out of the door by Zhan Beiheng's guards. Even then, all Meng Fuyao did was to sit there, unperturbed, slowly sipping her tea. ”The kind-hearted me has taken the risk to enlighten you with the perfect wisdom, but yet you want to throw me out of the door? Very well, I shall leave, but I will never enter here again.”
She rearranged her clothes and even ordered the guards. ”Lead the way properly. Next time, you won't get to see such amazing general as me.”
The actions of this smart yet dumb, bold yet ignorant general rendered Zhan Beiheng at a loss whether to laugh or to cry. But even so, he stopped the guards and let Meng Fuyao continue to enjoy her tea and chat.
After their tea session, Zhan Beiheng finally could not help but ask, ”That sentence, what do you mean?”
”No explanation,” replied Meng Fuyao. ”You are perfectly aware of what I mean without any explanation.”
Zhan Beiheng leered at her. After a long pause, he continued, ”What about you? Instead of being the fair-haired boy in front of his Majesty, why did you come here and provide me information?”
”Men. When sober, they want power over the world, and when drunk, they desire the lap of a beauty.” Meng Fuyao giggled. ”What is the position of the General of Flying Leopard Army even worth, to be an official that aids the emperor of a whole new dynasty would be the real aspiration! ”
Zhan Beiheng was once again provoked by her as he jumped up and yelled, ”How dare you! Guards-”
Meng Fuyao sat still with a smile on her face.
Zhan Beiheng's sentence stopped short as he glared at her. The anger that flooded his veins robbed him of his ability to form a coherent sentence, with any attempt sounding like 'You! You! You!”
With a look of pity, Meng Fuyao stood up and waved her hand. ”Aiyo, not going to drag me onto the palace hall? Not going to behead me in the grandiose palace gates? I was still thinking that it would be such an honor to be able to have our heads rolling on the same ground. What a pity, what a pity.”
Zhan Beiheng had his hand pressed on the table. He really could not go against the infuriating lass—With a single sentence, he would be dragged to the palace hall? If the emperor were to ask 'why was he telling this to you in your residence?' and connect the dots a little, his punishment for a felony would definitely be heavier than General Meng!
'This fellow, vicious!'
But Meng Fuyao added, ”I know it might be hard for you to believe me now. That's alright, one day I will let you see my sincerity.”
She strolled arrogantly out of the residence to meet her fellow soldiers in the imperial camp. In general, the commander of the imperial camp usually would be stern and serious. Not only that, they were usually rigid in handling affairs, and as a result, unpopular. However, this new vice commander was not only generous and straightforward but she also never meddled with the daily affairs, turning a blind eye to their illegal methods of earning a bit of cash. A good person!
After gambling on the dice for a period of time, Meng Fuyao lost again. She gave a half-hearted laugh and casually dug out a large silver and chucked it on the table. ”I did not carry any spare change today, so just take this,” announced Meng Fuyao.
Stumped, the person replied, ”I don't have a scale, how do I find change for you?”
Meng Fuyao casually waved her hand. ”What change, just remember it, and it'll be easier when I lose next time,” she said as she walked out of the door, ”I'm going to go pee.”
After a burst of laughter, someone commented, ”He even keeps some silver in case of losing, General Meng, nice one!”
Meng Fuyao waved her hands. 'What nice one? Aren't they just laughing behind my back and cursing me to lose next time? Idiot!'
Meng Fuyao walked out of the room though she did not head to the toilet; After all, she never went to the toilet outside. After walking a few steps, she unsurprisingly welcomed a pale, beardless man. It was a familiar-looking face that turned out to be the eunuch in the palace.
That eunuch looked at her for a moment, cleared his throat and announced, ”General Meng, the emperor has summoned you to the palace.”
With an 'mhm', Meng Fuyao obediently followed the eunuch with a stoical expression, ignoring the curious and odd gazes that the eunuchs gave her along the way. Zhan Nancheng waited for her in the imperial study. She greeted him, but he did not show the same warm welcome as he did previously. It was as though he had not heard her and did not pardon her from kneeling. And so, Meng Fuyao patiently kneeled there, counting the tiles on the floor.