Chapter 1422: The Beauty Undercover General's 13th Trick

As dawn approached, the soldiers in charge of interrogation were exhausted to numbness, holding the torture tools and half-asleep.

Suddenly a black shadow flashed past, and the short-bearded, diminutive man, battered and on his last breath, collapsed instantly, losing breath, his eyes bulging wide as if he had strangled himself to death with his own hands.

The next day, the interrogation officers could only report that the prisoner had died under torture, supposedly a suicide, but the cause of death was suspicious, so they asked the Great General whether to launch a thorough investigation.

At that moment, Jin Chen was having breakfast with Muyue; hearing this, he pondered for a few moments, then said after understanding: "No need for a thorough investigation; let it drop."

Kong Lang received the order and then asked: "General, the supplies you previously had us purchase are all ready, and the Iron Mud Kingdom's little ones across the way seem inclined to attack the city—should we use them now?"

Jin Chen nodded: "Fine, you and Shi You take care of this."

"Junior General, I obey!"

Finally able to thrash those elephant beasts, Kong Lang laughed heartily and swaggered off to find Shi You.

Muyue looked out curiously, his green eyeball rolling, then snuggled into Jin Chen's embrace and asked: "Brother, are we going to fight again?"

"Soon."

Jin Chen fed him another spoonful of nourishing glutinous rice porridge, wiped the moisture from his lips with his fingertip, and in a low, indulgent tone said: "In a couple days I'll send you to the city to settle; the war is dangerous, I might not be able to look after you."

Muyue instantly frowned, whimpering and covering his ears, then bumped his forehead against Jin Chen's shoulder: "No."

"I don't want to leave Brother; I'll hide myself—if there's danger, I won't hold you back."

Damn Iron Mud General, still trying to steal the time he spends with Brother.

Muyue narrowed his gloomy eyes, having made a decision.

Jin Chen grabbed his neck and pulled him up, slightly wary: "What are you thinking about again?"

"Nothing."

Muyue blinked innocently, leaned his neck back into Jin Chen's arms, and in a soft, cooing voice begged: "Brother, promise me you won't send me away."

"Then what skill do you have to protect yourself?" Jin Chen asked suddenly, the corner of his mouth curling, nonchalant.

Muyue suddenly hesitated, glanced at Jin Chen, seeing he had no intent to test, then cautiously replied: "Actually… I can fight too; otherwise how would I have survived on my own?"

"I won't be bullied."

Muyue nodded firmly, knelt obediently on Jin Chen's lap, curled up warmly in his embrace, and said: "Brother, you trust me."

"Don't run around," Jin Chen pinched his nose, implying a warning: "Right now the guards inside the Divine Might Battalion are strict; if you leave my sight…"

"you'll be mistaken for an assassin."

Muyue's body stiffened a bit, then after a moment relaxed, he held Jin Chen's wrist and licked it, responding obediently.

"Okay, I won't run around."

Two days later in the afternoon, while Jin Chen was planning battle strategies, Muyue climbed over the West Gate fence, and the horse was also stolen.

Muyue changed into the Xiwu attire specially prepared by A Yan, the intricate silver ornaments outlining a narrow yet strong waist, like a fierce hawk in the desert.

One person and one horse headed straight for the Iron Mud Camp.

Today the fierce wind grew stronger, blowing sand and dust, blurring the vision.

Although Iron Mud and Xiwu are both mysterious foreign lands, Iron Mud excels more at taming beasts and forging cold weapons; its soldiers are taller and more robust than Xiwu's warriors.

The reason Iron Mud's national strength falls short of Xiwu's is that its soldiers have a fatal weakness: they cannot control their emotions.

Once provoked, they lose all sense and reason, like untamed beasts, easily defeated in battle of wits.

Muyue hid behind a boulder on the camp's outskirts, emitting a strange, feeble sound from his throat.

In a moment, several Saiwai poisonous snakes slithered out of the weeds, lying still beside Muyue's feet.

Muyue let them sniff the scent, then placed them on the camp's essential path; the snakes instantly slipped inside.

"Oh no! Poisonous snakes have gotten in!" the sharp-eyed guard shouted, and immediately the area outside the camp gate descended into chaos.

Muyue tilted his head, slipped into the camp, poured a bottle of colorless, odorless liquid into the kitchen water tank, and squeezed in a drop of his own blood.

"This is good stuff."

Muyue spoke lightly with sarcasm, deliberately letting the Patrol Team see him before leaving; everyone shouted that there was a Crimson Sky Assassin, while no one paid attention to the rear kitchen.

Meanwhile, inside the city-state.

Chi Hanhua, upon arriving here, was bewitched by the enthusiastic beauties inside the Snowfall Pavilion.

Xue Feng'ao dared not neglect Muyue's assignment, demanding the pavilion's beauties exert themselves to seduce Chi Hanhua; the effect was obvious—Chi Hanhua completely forgot the emperor's orders and immersed himself in the land of tenderness.

As for Qing Le, whom he had brought along, he could not speak of it.

Even though they understood each other, Qing Le never dared to manage Chi Hanhua's favors toward others; indeed, he himself had come out of the Jade Water Pavilion.

Neglected, and unfamiliar with Saiwai, Qing Le grew ever thinner and melancholy, wandering alone through the cosmetics shops.

Just stepping out of the shop, he heard a name he could never forget.

Qing Le started, hurried closer, and listened carefully to two Divine Might Battalion rear-army soldiers chatting as they came out to shop.

"Since Young Master Muyue came here, the general's allocated purchase money has increased; reportedly he pays out of pocket himself, only demanding that we buy everything of good quality."

"That's right! Not only do we brothers get a little extra, but Young Master Muyue also keeps the general from losing his temper easily—great!"

Muyue…

Qing Le's mind flashed to the dancer he had seen that night in the elegant room: "Indeed… it's really him!"

We must hurry and tell the Prince!

Qing Le almost bit his lip, terrified beyond endurance.

"Are you sure you didn't mishear?"

Chi Hanhua pushed the beauty in his arms away, waved to drive them all out, and gestured for Qing Le to close the door.

Qing Le shook his head: "No…"

He squeezed out a few words, his voice hoarse.

"It… is him."

Qing Le's tears would not stop; seeking safety, he leaned into Chi Hanhua's embrace, and the unfamiliar perfume made him feel even worse.

"There's nothing to cry about; this king could seriously wound him initially, and this time, upon reaching Saiwai, I can just as easily kill him."

Chi Hanhua narrowed his sinister eyes: "Looks like this king still has to make a trip to the God Might Camp."

If Jin Chen really dotes on Muyue that much, then isn't that another opportunity to threaten and lure?

Chi Hanhua still wasn't convinced, holding Qing Le and coaxing, "Looks like the medicine I gave you to eat is having some effect."

Qing Le put on a fawning smile, knowing he had just disturbed Chi Hanhua's refined mood, he knelt on the ground and took off his clothes.

Chi Hanhua, however, furrowed his brows, reluctantly let him come over to play with, but couldn't muster any interest.

He always felt that Qing Le lacked a certain fragrance, not as alluring as the beauties of the Falling Snow Tower.

But anyway, he still likes him, yet Chi Hanhua still didn't let him just leave like that.

Unbeknownst to him, the sign of poisoning is that he only reacts to beauties whose scent contains the poison-inducing agent.