Chapter 1419: The Beauty Undercover General's 10th Trick

The only general who treated him well, and Chi Han Hua who wanted to kill him quickly, appeared at the same time, plus Qing Le… the person who almost ruined all plans.

In this scene, it seemed as if everyone was telling Muyue that they were all in cahoots.

Killer intent almost showed, Muyue couldn't help wanting to strike, but just then the zither sounded again, joining the fervent huqin, filled with exotic charm.

Jin Chen glanced at Muyue's clothes, narrowed his cold eyes, his gaze light yet oppressive.

Muyue wasn't unaware, and knew the general must have seen through his identity, but due to grievance he harbored a rebellious mindset to survive.

To have him stay obediently in the camp, yet the general is here watching others dance—what does that mean?

He can't wear such clothes, so does that mean he's allowed to watch others wear them!

The music grew more impassioned and fervent.

Muyue moved with the music, graceful and charming, actually passing that curtain and heading straight for Jin Chen.

Inside the private room, the atmosphere instantly turned strange; glances flew about. Shi You had thought the general already had that person from the camp, enough, but saw he not only didn't rebuke, but allowed the seductive dancer to touch his shoulder.

A arm light and soft as a spirit snake hooked onto Jin Chen's shoulder, the chest lightly wrapped in gauze brushed into his embrace.

Like a gorgeous poisonous snake eyeing its prey, beautiful yet deadly.

Jin Chen's head ached a little.

The little lunatic is now furious, apparently having bumped into him and the main attacker together.

Indeed, I shouldn't have trusted this person to stay obedient.

Jin Chen pulled Muyue into his embrace, warningly pinching his soft, boneless waist; Muyue, unintentionally or not, felt offended and let out a soft sigh in his arms, his head buried, not rising again.

The atmosphere in the private room grew even stranger because of that overly clear panting sound.

The imperial envoy repeatedly shot Jin Chen startled and scrutinizing looks, as if suspecting their great general had been swapped.

Jin Chen clenched his back teeth, tightening his grip on the waist of the hateful little person in his arms.

"It hurts." Muyue hummed softly, his voice sweet and sticky as if soaked in spring water.

"Guest, please be gentle."

Jin Chen: "..."

Chi Han Hua laughed loudly, his tone undeniably mocking: "As the capital says, the great general's heart holds only state and war, never letting anyone into the inner court; turns out he plays here no worse than us."

"Ah…"

Qing Le suddenly caught a glimpse of the dancer's eyes behind the bead curtain, frightened, he jumped up and hid behind Chi Han Hua, timid and fearful.

"... Mu..."

Unfortunately, his voice ruined by poison, even after exhausting the imperial court's rare medicine, could only manage a short tune, unable to utter Muyue's name.

Qing Le was frantic, seeing Muyue suddenly cast a gloomy glance his way, he hastily grabbed Chi Han Hua's sleeve, tears welling.

"Mu!"

Chi Han Hua frowned, "What does Le'er want to say?"

He listened patiently for a moment, then looked in surprise at Jin Chen's embrace, "This person…"

Before he could finish, Muyue suddenly burst into tears, sobbing in Jin Chen's arms, drowning out Chi Han Hua's voice.

Jin Chen remained unmoved, lowering his eyes to pinch his chin and lift it; sure enough, it was all thunder and no rain.

Jin Chen teased, raising an eyebrow, pinching Muyue's face.

Muyue, angry, bit his lip, deliberately undoing the waist bead.

Thus the remaining outer robe slipped off, his upper body left only with a sheer gauze adorned with navel‑covering pearl jade hooks, his slender waist fully exposed, his snow‑white back bound by just two thin strings.

As the outer robe fell, Jin Chen's face darkened; without a word he seized the person and pressed him into his embrace, rose and left, his steps without pause, his whole body exuding an unexpected chill.

Chi Han Hua:???

I haven't even finished speaking! Utterly audacious!

Does anyone even put this prince's royal status in their eyes!

The imperial envoy wiped his cold sweat, his lips trembling for a long time, yet still couldn't utter a word.

Shi You silently covered his face, not knowing how to explain, their general really isn't such a lustful person!

"Right General, why don't you answer the prince's earlier words in Jin Chen's stead?"

Chi Han Hua's face turned livid as he asked again, "Just who exactly was that person?"

"Huh?"

Shi You was greatly puzzled, "This… the dancer from Snowfall Tower, how would this low‑rank officer know where he came from…"

This damned prince is making things too difficult!

"Your Highness, please drink first; this subordinate will go urge the general."

Shi You clasped his fist in salute and also left the private room.

"He…" Qing Le dazedly tugged at Chi Han Hua's sleeve, really nervous, fearing that Muyue, scarier than a ghost, might still be alive.

"Don't be afraid; Muyue was personally dealt with by this prince—even if he had bronze tendons and iron bones, he'd have died long ago on the way from the capital here."

Qing Le nodded anxiously, yet couldn't dispel the doubt in his heart.

He and Muyue were both Huakui of the Jade Water Pavilion, though opposed, they had spent plenty of days together, and he knew Muyue's figure well.

That person really resembled Muyue too much.

Even those snake‑like eyes were the same!

——

Jin Chen carried Muyue into an empty room on the fourth floor; the whole floor had been cleared, so no one would disturb them.

Muyue was practically thrown onto the bed.

He cried out in pain, tears instantly filling his eyes; before he could speak, his wrist was seized and pressed onto the bed, immobilizing him.

"What are you doing… it hurts!"

Muyue stared in shock as her hands were tied up to the crossbeam above the bed, her movement restricted.

"Who let you come out?"

Jin Chen brushed off his clothes, stood with his hands behind his back at the head of the bed, annoyed.

"I've waited for you so long… I want to see my older brother."

Muyue choked back tears, truly feeling wronged.

He didn't even blame Jin Chen for summoning the entertainers and singers!

"You haven't come back, yet you're here watching others dance… and you won't even let me be angry!"

Jin Chen's mouth twitched. "Never mind that the performers were summoned by the prince; besides you, who would dare bump into me?"

Muyue stuck out her tongue, yet she spoke with confidence.

"Good thing it's me!"

The sharp-tongued foreign youth excels at twisting right and wrong, and now, with his spoiled, arrogant trend, his whiny tone grows ever more feigned innocence.

Muyue shifted her body, her hanging arms unable to bear weight and sore, "Older brother, am I wrong? Please untie me quickly."

Having said that, Muyue suddenly threw a flirtatious glance, a sweet smile trying to please, "Older brother, if you want to play… we can talk about it when we get back."

Jin Chen was practically worn down to having no temper by him, he knelt on one knee pressing down on the bed, grabbed Muyue's chin in irritation and warned, "Change your clothes—you're running around outside with hardly any cloth on you."

Muyue immediately kissed Jin Chen's cheek, "Older brother, help me."

"Change it yourself, I still have important matters."

Even if he doesn't regard Chi Hanhua as important, he can't truly leave him there; it concerns the Jin Family's stance, so he must be extra cautious.

No one in power would tolerate a general whose achievements overshadow the ruler, especially one who repeatedly offends the imperial relatives and nobles.