Chapter 1417: Beauty Undercover General's Play 08

Muyue hooked her arms around Jin Chen's neck, limp and boneless, leaning into his embrace, unaware that the collar of his robe had been rubbed open again, she whispered softly, "Brother, may I sing for you?"

Not waiting for Jin Chen's reply, Muyue began singing to herself.

Her vermilion lips parted, the soft Wu dialect sweet and numbingly alluring, each word seeming to carry a hook.

Jin Chen considered their current relationship, thinking that touching wouldn't raise the Blackening Value, and after confirming this, he put his arm around Muyue's shoulders, openly showing his increasingly heated gaze.

No one could remain unmoved by such temptation; Muyue knew this all too well, yet she felt no aversion toward the man before her, even wanting…

Muyue gently grasped Jin Chen's broad hand that cupped her cheek; the general's sword‑holding hand was strong yet rough, and she loved this feeling.

He heard Jin Chen's breathing grow deeper, and did not stop it, as if allowing him to do anything.

Muyue lightly licked the shallow scar on his palm, then rubbed her delicate, smooth cheek against it, exactly like a pet showing affection to its master.

Suddenly, he was pressed onto the bed by Jin Chen.

After the world spun, Muyue's black hair was disheveled; she trembled slightly as she touched Jin Chen's mask, her heart also nervous.

"Brother, kiss me, take off the mask."

Muyue's smile was seductive yet obedient and harmless, "Brother, I want to see you."

But in the next instant, Muyue's brows and eyes were covered by his palm, then his lips met hers in a light kiss.

With her vision blocked, every sensation was suddenly amplified; Muyue realized that because of this kiss, she grew ever more dependent on Jin Chen's breath.

He liked it very much, even wanting more.

But… she still hadn't seen the general's face.

Muyue bit her lip in grievance, turned her head away and hummed softly, on the verge of tears, "Brother won't let me look, he doesn't like me."

"No." Jin Chen said.

"Isn't it because I'm afraid of scaring you!"

"Brother, brother……"

Muyue couldn't hear anything, she clung to Jin Chen's neck, "Please, let me see."

"I'm not afraid."

She ended up sobbing.

He desperately wanted to see Jin Chen's appearance, even just a glance.

The little madman's emotions swung wildly, alternating between tears and laughter; Jin Chen resigned, "Alright, you can look."

He removed the mask, his calm gaze fixed on Muyue, affection still present but overridden by a hint of tension.

Muyue's breath caught; her pale fingers trembled as they lightly touched the ugly scar running from her brows to the bridge of her nose, the deep right eye where the sclera was suffused with blood‑red, a detail usually hidden by the mask's construction.

No wonder…

Muyue thought, feeling that Jin Chen always habitually turned his head away whenever they made eye contact.

His right eye had been cut, so he surely couldn't see well.

"Ugh…"

Muyue couldn't help but cry out, her voice hoarse as she asked, "Who… who hurt you?"

"The enemy army." Jin Chen said, "The general of Xiwu State, Wuerzha."

Muyue's pupils dilated, her heart skipping a beat.

Wuerzha…

Only then did he recall; long ago, before he came to Chixiao State as an undercover agent, Muyue had heard of Wuerzha's deeds.

Wuerzha loved using underhanded tactics; originally an unknown foot soldier, he was ennobled as a warrior of Xiwu State by the monarch after severely wounding the enemy commander in battle, and Muyue had attended that reward banquet, which is how she came to know Wuerzha.

That commander…… was Jin Chen.

At this moment, a great sorrow welled up in Muyue's heart, saddened by the fact that his and Jin Chen's fated opposition.

Consequently, her tears fell more fiercely, her fair complexion turning a faint pink as she trembled lightly in Jin Chen's embrace.

"What are you crying for? It doesn't hurt anymore."

Jin Chen pinched her chin, kissed her forehead, and asked in a low voice, "Are you afraid?"

"No… no."

Muyue choked out, imitating Jin Chen's gesture, she kissed the scar, "Brother… you won't be hurt again; the Divine Jade will protect you."

"Good."

【Villain Heartthrob Value +5, total 50!】

Muyue huddled in Jin Chen's arms, clutching his cuff tightly, her eyes darkening with fierce possessiveness.

Even if Jin Chen is destined to be an enemy in the end, before then don't even think about letting anyone harm Brother in his presence.

No one dare even think of it.

"Wash up and sleep." Jin Chen lifted her up, "You've cried yourself into a mess."

Muyue rubbed her tears away on Jin Chen's shoulder, "Brother, help me… my hand hurts, I don't want to wash it myself."

He revealed his hand still wrapped in gauze, then kissed Jin Chen's face, looking up eagerly, seemingly unaware how dangerous this act was.

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow, his sharp, handsome eyes looking dangerous, "Don't regret it."

Muyue clung, rubbing against him, "Brother, help me… please……"

The hateful little deceitful undercover agent had no idea how dangerous provoking the general would be.

【Villain Blackening Value -5, total 93!】

The next day, Muyue pitifully pulled back the blanket, looking at her knees and waist mottled with blue and purple, whimpering as she wrapped herself up like a zongzi.

The general is too fierce! I won't provoke him again, waa.

Since receiving the token, Muyue has been clinging to Jin Chen every day, having exhausted all the tricks she learned from watching at the Jade Water Pavilion.

Jin Chen was also forced by the little undercover agent to not wear the mask when they were alone, and he naturally welcomed the ease.

Muyue never forgot the mission.

And coincidentally tonight, Jin Chen is to leave God Might Camp, reportedly to go into the city with his subordinates to meet the imperial envoy.

This coincidence gave Muyue the opportunity to stay alone in the main tent.

After obediently promising to sleep early and wait for his return, Muyue wistfully watched the General depart, wrapped in the blanket, thinking for a long time.

In the dim candlelight, Muyue pressed his wrist; in the blink of an eye it was the end of the month again, and he had no spare antidote left.

Muyue got out of bed, his devastatingly beautiful, near-demonic face turning cold, his bare feet silently stepping onto the fur‑bottomed carpet.

In the clear, cold moonlight, Muyue Youyou gazed toward the box hidden behind the screen.

Jin Chen often wrote at the desk; Muyue never inquired, only during flirtation would he have Jin Chen teach him to write.

Walking slowly closer, Muyue dragged the box out and rummaged through the letters and confidential military maps inside.

His search was swift, and his venom‑snake‑sharp gaze suddenly locked onto several of those letters.

Family letters.

The Jin family has always been generals; perhaps the family letters contain strategic communications.

Muyue clenched the family letter, the taste of blood from a bitten tongue threatening to spill, yet he still took out the letter.