Chapter 1414: Beauty Undercover General's Scheme 05

After finishing a bowl of plain congee, Muyue smacked her lips, obviously not full, eagerly staring at the empty bowl, Jin Chen touched her face and coaxed, "You can't eat too much at once after being hungry for a long time."

"Still feeling unwell?" Jin Chen asked again.

Muyue shook their head, Muyue's face breaking into a smile, "Not uncomfortable."

"Alright, tell me about your identity."

"Hurry up and make one up, I'll see how to cooperate next."

Jin Chen looked at Muyue, smiling with a hint of amusement.

Muyue fell silent for a moment, eyes gradually welling up, their frail body leaning into Jin Chen's embrace as if lacking security, "I am… a pure performer from Deepwater City."

The story Muyue fabricated was of an orphan taken in by an opera troupe; after the troupe leader died, to survive they could only be forced into a brothel to sell their art, not their body, and due to war they left the city-state, wandering here all the way.

"The brothel's boss wanted me to take clients and sell my body, but I… swore never to comply, which is why I was whipped so many times."

Muyue covered their mouth and coughed lightly a few times; their trembling shoulders could not hold up the red robe, which slipped down further.

Jin Chen lowered their gaze, helped them put on their clothes properly, "Since you have nowhere to go, you'll stay here from now on; but the battlefield is dangerous, you must be more careful."

I hadn't expected things to go so smoothly; Muyue nodded happily, but upon lifting their eyes they met Jin Chen's gaze filled with hidden concern, instantly startled, they unconsciously looked away, feeling a tightness in their chest.

In a daze, the arm around their waist loosened; Muyue grabbed Jin Chen's hand, which was gently brushed away, "Stay here, I'll go and come back quickly."

Only then did Muyue see the main tent flap drawn open; another general they had seen yesterday waited outside, presumably to report something.

Muyue obediently let go, voice soft as they cooed, tugging at Jin Chen's lapel, "I'll wait for the general to return."

Afterward, having their hair tousled, they saw Jin Chen rise and leave; Muyue blew at the messy hair falling on their face, then leaned sideways in the chief general's soft chair, gazing at the tent flap as it fell back into place.

The general left, and that strange fragrance disappeared.

Muyue inexplicably felt a bit displeased, then lifted their hand to lightly smell their clothes, but no scent remained.

Realizing what they were doing, Muyue immediately lowered their hand, their gaze going blank for a moment, "Crazy…"

"What the hell am I doing!"

Muyue sat in the main tent for a while, neatened their clothes, put on the shoes Jin Chen had specially sent a soldier to fetch, then left the main tent.

After that lesson, no one dared to stop Muyue, allowing them to move freely around the camp.

Muyue went straight back to yesterday's spot, but the performers were nowhere to be found; asking the guard on duty, they learned they had all been locked in a separate tent.

"I'll take you there."

The soldier, who had witnessed the general personally carrying this person away yesterday, naturally behaved respectfully; Muyue followed behind them, silently taking the dagger from the soldier's waist and slipping it into their wide sleeve.

"This is the place; do you need a guard outside?" the soldier asked.

Muyue nodded at them, "Yes, thank you, Soldier Dage."

Muyue lifted the tent flap and entered; their clean, neat appearance contrasted sharply with the other dusty performers inside, drawing much envy and jealousy from their original identity.

Youyou glanced at them; Muyue, focused on business, didn't want to quarrel further, and gave a glance to A Yan in the corner.

"A Yan, are you alright?" Muyue said loudly on purpose, making sure the soldiers outside could hear; A Yan understood and quickly cooperated, frankly saying their wounds were severe and hoping to get treatment in the city as soon as possible.

"Don't worry, we've met once; I'll have the general let you into the city soon."

The two supported each other's arms while chatting privately; a few silver needles slipped into A Yan's sleeve, and at the same time they received Muyue's covert message.

The west gate is the least defended; if the general doesn't release them, they'll escape into the city, where there is a mission target to kill.

A Yan nodded, accepting the order, and replied emotionally, "Thank you, Muyue; I'm deeply grateful."

"What are you pretending for? It's not like you were just taken away by the general, yet you rush here to show off, your seductive tricks to lure men are truly impressive."

A discordant voice sounded in the tent; Muyue's smile faded, their cold gaze sweeping over, "Who said that?"

Back at the Jade Water Pavilion, Muyue had often heard such remarks; in the past, to avoid exposing their identity they'd endured in silence, but this person has practically walked into the line of fire.

Moreover, the green-clad performer, still unaware, glared at them and said, "What's wrong with what I said? Just because you've cozied up to the general doesn't make you amazing; right now it's wartime, and the general has no time to bother with you."

The green-clad performer grew more impassioned, their jealousy obvious; those who linger in pleasure quarters speak without restraint: "Who knows? Once the general grows tired of you, being made a military prostitute ridden by thousands could be your fate."

The other performers laughed in agreement, obviously thinking the same.

Muyue glanced at the tent flap, suddenly letting out a cold laugh, their eyes slightly narrowing, voice soft yet cold, "Before that, you should worry about yourself."

The dagger taken from the soldier's waist landed in their palm; Muyue suddenly struck, driving it hard into the green-clad performer's abdomen, pulling it out amid gasps, blood covering their hand.

"You…" the green-clad performer's eyes unfocused, instantly unable to fight back, yet now they held a knife.

They blankly lowered their head, only to see Muyue clench the blade, blood instantly appearing on their palm; expressionless, they smeared the blood on their face, adding an eerie touch.

"Can you see clearly who struck first?" Muyue looked at the stunned few, killing intent hidden in their voice.

"It… it was him!" they immediately Change Address, fearing the next would be themselves.

Only then did Muyue slowly withdraw their gaze, lips curling as they watched the green-clad performer collapse, calling for help; just before they could speak, Muyue stepped on their face to force silence.

The porcelain bottle hidden in their sleeve was produced; Muyue tilted their head, focusing as they dropped bone‑dissolving water onto the green‑clad performer's body.

"Perfect, this creates a chance for A Yan to escape."

The corpse slowly vanished, the crowd panicked, yet suddenly Muyue cried out, "Help!"