Chapter 1366: Chapter 1361: Rong Sheng, you are familiar with Your Highness

Chu Yihan walked to the bedside and placed the medal in Lin Sisi’s hand, his warm hand holding her already cold one, whispering softly, “What I owed you, I will definitely avenge.”

Every single person with Chen Ruobai and those by her side must die a hundred times more painfully than Lin Sisi!

Chu Yihan had never humiliated his enemies in the past, but this time he ordered the beheading of Xin Yi and had it hung up between Ji Yun Country and Qiongzhou City.

He wanted Chen Ruobai to see every day that one day, her head would also be hung up, left to the wind and the sun!

Su Yingxue and Chu Yihan stood guard over Lin Sisi, both of them disheartened. Just as Rong Sheng came out, Saint Ruan was about to rush in.

Rong Sheng stopped him, “Don’t go in for now.”

“Why? I have urgent matters with Su Yingxue!”

Saint Ruan’s elegant black hair flew in the air, clearly not joking.

“Even if it’s urgent, wait a bit longer,” said Rong Sheng, who usually did not like to meddle. But when she partly lifted the curtain, the two people inside both had red-rimmed eyes as they sat next to Lin Sisi’s body. Bursting in now, no matter what, would be wrong.

Saint Ruan was about to speak, “This urgent matter could possibly save…”

“Get out, or else I’ll kill your son.”

Still, Chu Yifeng was more ruthless, seizing Saint Ruan’s weakness right away.

Saint Ruan clenched his teeth in frustration.

Huffing in anger, he left, leaving only Rong Sheng and Chu Yifeng behind.

Rong Sheng looked at the man before her. Perhaps because of the recent battlefield experience, the fierceness and malevolence around him was not as intense as before, but there still lingered a trace of murderous aura, lending him a somewhat heroic and imposing figure.

But once his brows lifted in the moonlight, he exuded a sinister and somber aura, “Has your undercover career finished? Not used to it yet?”

Rong Sheng lowered her eyes, “No, it’s just a pity for Lin Sisi.”

She was different from Chen Ruobai and Xin Yi’s group of women; she was an outstanding female general, serving her country and her people, grand and valiant, brave and fearless.

Such a woman deserved the admiration of the entire world.

“Indecisive,” scoffed Chu Yifeng with disdain.

After all, it made sense for Chu Yihan and Su Yingxue to cry today, but for Rong Sheng, an outsider, what was there to cry for Lin Sisi about?

Generals die in a hundred battles.

It’s both a belonging and a fate.

“If Geng Qingyan were the one who died, you wouldn’t be saying this,” Rong Sheng retorted almost petulantly, her words slipping out without thought.

Chu Yifeng, however, suddenly seized her wrist with a sharp ferocity, “You know Geng Qingyan?”

Judging by how casually Rong Sheng spoke, it was more than just knowing him; she was familiar.

Familiar with him, familiar with Geng Qingyan, and able to stir his emotions so oddly.

This woman, she must have some entanglement with him!

Perhaps someone he used to love?

“Chu Yifeng, let go!”

Rong Sheng frowned, wishing she could take back her words, but it was too late. However, she could not afford to let Chu Yifeng see through her facade!

She had finally made him forget, and between them, things were no longer like before—a mutual torment.

She could not… let him remember again!

“Rong Sheng, you and Your Highness have no small connection, right?”

Chu Yifeng pulled her into his arms, his steel-hard limbs imprisoning her, leaving no gap for her to escape.

Rong Sheng’s gaze flickered, desperate to break away from his embrace, “Chu Yifeng, I have nothing to do with you, let me go!”

“Nothing? Your mouth could not even deceive Chen Ruobai, and you want to deceive Your Highness?”

Chu Yihan sneered disdainfully and lifted Rong Sheng in his arms, “Whether we’re related or not, I can find out with a test.”

Rong Sheng’s body tensed, “What are you testing?”

“Whether or not you’re my woman, what you say doesn’t count. The body is most honest. I want to see if you match me well!”

He had seen many tricks in the Silver Moon Pavilion. Memory could be faulty, and the mind might be unclear, but the body’s most primal reactions never lied!

Chu Yihan carried her, prepared to fly out of the military camp towards his place.

But Rong Sheng struggled all the way, even claiming she had someone she loved and couldn’t let herself be defiled by him.

Chu Yihan didn’t believe her and let her beat him all the way. Rong Sheng pulled a golden hairpin from her hair and held it to her neck, “Chu Yihan, if you touch me, I’ll kill myself!”

“Try it!”

Chu Yihan was unconcerned with her tactics.

Rong Sheng bit her lip hard, and just as she worried that things would be exposed and that she and Chu Yihan might reveal something under those circumstances, a carriage stopped in front of her. A handsome and refined man stepped down, gently shaking his folding fan as he approached them.

Xiao Qingyu, dressed in a green bamboo-patterned long robe, exuded a scholarly and noble air. Seeing Chu Yihan coercing Rong Sheng, he said in a cold voice, “Your Highness, please let her go.”

“I won’t let go. What will you do?” Chu Yihan’s lips curved coldly.

Xiao Qingyu, a noble young master, weak as he was, would come to contend with him?

“Chu Yihan, he’s the one I love. If you dare touch me, the Xiao family won’t let you off!” Rong Sheng blurted out in desperation, pointing at Xiao Qingyu.

Xiao Qingyu was initially slightly startled but quickly stepped forward towards Chu Yihan, “Your Highness, please release A Sheng.”

A Sheng?

Chu Yihan’s brows creased slightly—he sounded quite intimate!

This damned woman wasn’t in love with him but with the man before him.

Chu Yihan, temper flaring, threw Rong Sheng down and stormed off.

Xiao Qingyu caught Rong Sheng, but still couldn’t overcome Chu Yihan’s strength, and they both tumbled to the ground.

Rong Sheng, having fallen on Xiao Qingyu, wasn’t hurt much, except for her wrist, which ached from Chu Yihan’s grip.

Xiao Qingyu helped Rong Sheng up, asking with concern, “Doctor, are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

Rong Sheng avoided his touch, stepping back several paces as if electrocuted.

She was resistant and indifferent.

A trace of helplessness flickered in Xiao Qingyu’s eyes.

She still resisted him as before.

Even if she had captivated Chu Yihan, she still wouldn’t accept him.

Xiao Qingyu gestured towards his carriage, “Doctor, where do you live? Let me take you home.”

Rong Sheng had no residence in Ruo Shui, and Xiao Qingyu had arranged a small courtyard for her. To make her feel at ease, he said, “Doctor, you’ve saved me multiple times and helped the Xiao family. This small courtyard is lent to you to stay temporarily; it’s hardly an imposition. Please don’t refuse me. If you’re uncomfortable, you can just prescribe some medicine to regulate my body.”

Rong Sheng looked at Xiao Qingyu and said to him, “Give me your hand, I’ll take your pulse.”

Xiao Qingyu cooperated and extended his hand. Rong Sheng found he was still weak despite recovering from his injuries—after all, he had been tortured by the poison of Gu worms. Even if Su Yingxue had removed the worms, his health had suffered.

She asked Xiao Qingyu to wait a day—she would prepare and deliver the tonic medicine to him the next day.

Xiao Qingyu naturally agreed and didn’t stay longer, getting straight into his carriage and leaving.

He wouldn’t trouble Rong Sheng with his presence.

On the carriage, Mo Yun, who had luckily escaped death, asked him, “Young master, why are you so cautious with Doctor Rong?”

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