Chapter 1418: The Beauty Undercover General's 09th Scheme

The family letters contained none of the strategic secrets Muyue had imagined; most recipients were her mother, sometimes the old General Jin whose handwriting was vigorous and lively, and occasionally a few letters with childish script looked like they were written by a child.

From Jin Chen's replies, Muyue gradually could see the harmony and happiness of the Jin Family; every line was filled with gentle affection, and even the aloof and lethal Jin Chen, when writing to his young nephew, would liken the endless sands of Saiwai to the "Heaven-Reaching Road" for fighting monsters.

These were things Muyue had never felt before.

The most recent letter lay atop the reply from two days prior.

It was Jin Chen's letter back to the capital, asking the family to prepare more nourishing delicate items, as well as refined rice, flour, and snacks unavailable in the city-state.

In the letter, Old Madam Jin anxiously asked whether Jin Chen had met someone he fancied in the city-state, and said the items filled ten carriages, and they must not be stingy toward the recipient.

A drop of tears fell onto the letter, blurring the ink.

Muyue hastily wiped away her tears, softly sobbing, and couldn't help reading those few lines over and over.

What delicate items does he need to be raised? Even drinking muddy water and eating rotten meat could make a good-for-nothing grow up. But General Elder Brother said, barley flour is too coarse; refined rice is better for nurturing people.

Besides the family letters, the box held marching maps and deployment ciphers; Muyue secretly copied a letter, hid it close to her chest, then proceeded to examine the other items.

No one would burst into the main tent, so Muyue nearly saw all the secrets of the Divine Might Battalion, increasingly feeling that Jin Chen's thoughts were meticulous and his killings decisive, like an unstoppable splitting bamboo.

Together with the entire army he led, the Divine Might Battalion was called the first fire shield wall of the Crimson Sky Kingdom.

Muyue pushed the box back, sealing it tightly.

Although she had done many shameful deeds before, none had made her heart pound as fiercely as tonight.

Muyue pressed her hand to her heart and whispered softly.

"Don't jump… if you fail the mission, you won't even survive the last three months."

Muyue pursed her lips, feeling a bit upset, her heart constantly swelling with a sour ache, anxious and uneasy.

"I miss Elder Brother…"

He murmured again, barefoot on the carpet walking to the window; under the hazy moonlight, the camp tent was quiet yet stern, everything cold and icy.

The general had not yet returned.

Muyue stared blankly toward the east gate, then suddenly reached out to lightly touch the blood seeping from her lips, her bitten tongue licking her fingers.

Her blood-stained fingers took out a stick of incense, thin as a willow leaf; as she rubbed the incense powder, it ignited instantly.

A strange fragrance spread, mingling with a faint bloody scent, faintly transmitting to the outside of the main tent.

Then came a series of yawns; the guards grew drowsy and distracted, their heads feeling as if they'd drunk wine, yet subconsciously they still believed they were standing watch.

Muyue changed into a black night outfit, like a viper in the darkness, and vanished silently into the Divine Might Battalion.

Within less than half an hour, Muyue successfully entered the city-state garrisoned by the Divine Might Battalion.

Here the population was mixed, trade with various countries frequent, people of all eye colors present, and the guards were even stricter.

Within the entire city-state, only the Snowfall Pavilion was permitted as a pleasure venue; though not a brothel, its dealings were darker.

A Yan had already settled in the Snowfall Pavilion; seeing Muyue suddenly burst in, he instinctively shut the windows, "Master! I just saw the great general."

Muyue's words of catching up choked in her throat, and seeing A Yan's carefree ease instantly vanished.

"What?"

How could Jin Chen be in such a place!

A Yan quickly said, "Tonight the pavilion owner specially instructed that a noble guest had booked the Heavenly Character Elegant Room to meet a minister from the court."

The owner also said he would arrange four singer-entertainers to accompany the elegant room; I had intended to seize the chance to gather Crimson Sky Kingdom secrets, but I personally saw the great general enter at the pavilion.

Muyue did not doubt the truth of this; A Yan would never lie to her.

Even without ordering anyone, the singer-entertainers accompanying drinks meant something Muyue well understood, which made her heart flare with anger.

He clenched his tiger's mouth tightly, took a few deep breaths, then suddenly overturned the table full of wine, "Have the entertainers entered?"

"Not yet; if you want to sneak in, Master, you'd better change clothes now."

A Yan hurriedly took out the entertainer's garments from the cabinet; the Snowfall Pavilion's clothing, compared to the Jade Water Pavilion, was even less covering, the outer garment only a thin layer of gauze, more suggestive than nakedness.

Just thinking that someone would wear such clothing and sway before Jin Chen made Muyue furious enough to want to kill.

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Snowfall Pavilion elegant room.

Jin Chen changed into a dark long robe, sat properly outside the silk curtain; to his left was the person assigned to transport grain, the protagonist Gong, who attacks Chi Hanhua, and also a speechless weak youth—none other than Qing Le, whom Muyue had poisoned into muteness, still unable to recover.

On his right, the imperial envoy, a minister whom no one could afford to offend, kept echoing pleasantries, exchanging cups, while the guzheng music behind the silk curtains shifted from one piece to another.

Chi Hanhua: "So you mean the great general is unwilling to let the rear troops temporarily stay behind the city?"

He seemed surprised, gave Jin Chen a warning glance, "Your Highness, I have already reported this to the emperor; I never expected to be obstructed here by the great general."

"Orders issued outside do not bind me; I, appointed by imperial decree as commander of the three armies, have authority within the city to oversee all three forces."

Jin Chen's voice was low and hoarse; behind his ghostly mask his expression showed no change, yet he felt more oppressive than Chi Hanhua.

"The rear troops must safeguard the main force's supply routes; with numerous spear-and-shield soldiers, they are the last line of defense of the three armies and cannot be easily separated."

Having said that, he gazed gloomily at the ill‑faced Chi Hanhua, "Little Prince, do you understand now?"

Chi Hanhua: "…General, you are quite eloquent."

The envoy also didn't understand why the prince insisted on splitting the three armies, but the situation called for swiftly changing the topic; if this continued, today's banquet would surely not be peaceful.

He wiped his sweat, glanced sideways at the Right General Shu You sitting behind Jin Chen, who indicated he was powerless.

What a joke—who would dare to provoke bad luck when the general is in a foul mood? This little prince has too much gall!

"If that's the case, then we'll fully follow the general's arrangements, hoping for good news soon so the capital need not wait long."

Chi Hanhua laughed ambiguously while holding his wine cup, ceased trying to sow discord among the three armies, and his hand, playing with Qing Le's waist, grew increasingly improper.

Jin Chen averted his gaze, but then heard a broadcast voice sound.

【Villain Heartthrob Value detected -20, total now 25!】

【Oh my!】 Really stimulating, stimulating.

Jin Chen blinked in bewilderment.

Knowing that Muyue's previous Heartbeat Value was due to possessiveness, in fact there will be a deviation.

But this also dropped too fast!

Could it be that Muyue has come here?

Jin Chen subconsciously glanced at the window, always feeling that the little madman would suddenly dart out from somewhere.

Suddenly the music shifted from urgent to slow and teasing, the gauze curtain was lifted, three androgynous dancers.

The dancer in the middle instantly drew all eyes in the private room, her face veiled by bead curtains, barefoot treading the ground with alluring grace, the small anklet bells chiming softly with each lotus step.

Muyue's gaze almost instantly locked onto Jin Chen, but upon seeing the others in the private room, her heart suddenly sank.