Chapter 866: Ceremonial Proceedings and Password

Chen Wuji ignored Yu Yan Chu's threat; whatever messy, outdated nonsense, it had nothing to do with him, and such things don't necessarily have to be done while she's awake—sleeping doesn't make them impossible.

As long as one has experience, this river can still be crossed, and the mountain can still be traversed.

After Yu Yan Chu went back to sleep, Chen Wuji busied himself for another half hour, finishing all the piled-up documents in one go, then he rubbed his eyes and went to the rear tent.

The quiet, soft-spoken maid Hua Yin, who served Yu Yan Chu, had already curled up on a single camp bed at one side, her whole body drawn into a ball, breathing evenly; aside from her sleeping posture looking a bit wronged, she seemed to be sleeping quite soundly.

People in an unfamiliar place generally like to sleep like that.

Chen Wuji didn't know the exact principle, but roughly speaking, sleeping like that might give a greater sense of security.

Chen Wuji stepped forward to tuck the blanket for her, then walked lightly to his own bed, but as he turned his head he suddenly saw a face looming close.

Only one oil lamp lit the rear tent, the light fairly dim; the sudden appearance of that face gave Chen Wuji a start, and he instinctively stepped back half a pace, almost slapping out.

Only after focusing his gaze did he hastily stop the motion.

"No, are you trying to scare me to death?" Chen Wuji said irritably.

Yu Yan Chu let out a silly, low laugh, "Even a marquis like you is still afraid of this?"

Actually, Chen Wuji really isn't all that afraid of ghosts.

If there really were ghosts in the world, he'd probably have hundreds of thousands of vengeful spirits trailing him every day.

After all, the strongest tribes of the Qiang people have basically been exterminated by him.

Although Chen Wuji, as a transmigrator, theoretically it would make more sense for this world to have ghosts.

But having them and being afraid of them are two different things.

With his current killing aura, even if ghosts existed, few blind spirits would dare come near him to cause trouble.

"You just popped out of nowhere—who could stay unmoved with no reaction at all?" Chen Wuji said. "How are you still not asleep?"

Yu Yan Chu let out a soft hum, rolled her eyes, "I'm afraid you'll sneak attack me."

"…"

Never mind, his guess was actually pretty accurate.

"Actually I like sneaking attacks." Chen Wuji said with a smile, casually putting an arm around her slender waist.

Yu Yan Chu's body tensed up, her pretty face instantly flushed, even the tips of her ears turning red and somewhat translucent, "You… you don't move around, really improper, still liking sneak attacks… I knew you had no good intentions."

"We just met today and already slept together—this isn't because I'm worried you'd find it hard to accept; sneaking up on you might make you more amenable." Chen Wuji smiled, his hand gradually exploring her boundaries.

Although he was currently worried about his own kidneys, seeing such a beautiful princess he still couldn't help but feel his heart race, his body growing hot.

People, after all, always have a few bad habits.

For example, they always like the new.

"You… wait, what are you doing?" Yu Yan Chu straightened her body, eyes tense.

"What have I done? I haven't done anything!"

"You… your hand!"

"Find a place to put it; how else can we have a child if you don't put your hand on it?"

"Ah you, no, you wait a moment, wait."

"Wait for what? Wait for my order?"

"You, you want to order me?"

"Not allowed?"

"I am the Elder Princess, a princess!"

"I am the Regional Inspector Commander of Nan Jun; what did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."

"... It's fine, just let it be, just a touch, whatever."

"Really?"

"Ah! Don't, you… you you you."

"…"

The driver, just having hit the road, was inevitably inexperienced, unable to grip the steering wheel steadily, and didn't dare press the accelerator hard, fearing that one press would blow the engine.

But overall, Chen Wuji's experience was still very good.

The engine responded extremely quickly, the oil lubrication was quite adequate; the coordination, though inexperienced, wasn't that hesitant—especially since it couldn't take provocation, a little stimulation and it could go all out boldly.

After the ceremony that Yu Yan Chu deemed necessary was over, she curled up with her back to Chen Wuji on the inner side of the bed, muttering at the corner of her mouth—either complaining that he pressed the accelerator too hard, or saying he showed no pity or tenderness, like a wronged child secretly drawing circles to curse Chen Wuji.

Chen Wuji chuckled; with a daughter like this, the emperor probably isn't much different either.

All that can be said is, this person was born out of time.

"Come here!" Chen Wuji said in an unquestionable tone.

Yu Yan Chu hummed, turned over and lay down, snuggling into Chen Wuji's arms, "Really domineering, I'm a princess, a princess!"

"Sleep, the princess is now my woman."

"Hmph."

"…"

The night was cool as water; several blurred figures rose and fell among the treetops, swiftly approaching the vast military camp at the foot of Ancestral Spirit Mountain like agile sparrowhawks.

Before they neared the camp, several figures suddenly sprang from the thicket, blocking their path.

Pitch-black armor, deep as ink under the moonlight, exuded a chilling killing intent.

"Who goes there?!"

The figures coming from afar halted a few steps before the armored troops, forming a small offensive-defensive unit; the leader lifted his face cloth, revealing a stunningly alluring visage, "Our own!"

"Password!"

"Third Madam!"

The tiger-staring armored soldiers instantly sheathed their knives, clasped their fists firmly, and said, "We pay our respects, Madam!"

Qin Zhanhong pulled up her veil, flicked her hand and threw out a bundle, "You've worked hard, have some night snack, the snacks of Yanzhou Cheng."

The soldier gave a foolish smile, "Thank you, madam!"

Qin Zhanhong nodded, leading the people with a few leaps toward the camp.

They had only taken a few steps when they again encountered the hidden sentry.

Again responding to the signal, after repeating it several times, the group finally entered the Zhongjun camp.

"Why are the outer camp sentries so strict today? Has something happened?" Lu Wanwan, who followed closely behind Qin Zhanhong, felt worried.

Qin Zhanhong nodded, "There's no news of troop movements nearby; perhaps something happened to us, let's go in and see."

"Mm."

The two ordered their subordinates to go rest, tiptoed, and carefully entered the Zhongjun Camp's big tent.

As their silhouettes had just vanished, several figures appeared outside the big tent.

"General Chen, the two ladies have returned, the princess is still in the tent—won't something happen?" Kong Jianshi held a long sword wrapped in rags, his expression worried.

Lu Daye nodded silently, "They might start fighting; these two ladies aren't exactly good-tempered."

"What should we do? I've never experienced this either—should we help or not?" Kong Jianshi asked.

Involving the master's household affairs, this is the most troublesome.

Chen Li waved his hand, "Let's not worry about idle matters; nothing will happen. You two should rest early; the rotating personal guard is enough."

"I'll wait a bit longer; I'm afraid something might happen." Kong Jianshi shook his head.