Chapter 494: The Demon Lord Princess's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 587: Staking Out Qianqian

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Ouyang Chengren searched carefully among the corpses, hoping to find some clues about these black-clothed people.

However, just as he had expected, there was nothing on these dead bodies that could prove their identities. After all, dead bodies leave no evidence.

In fact, Ouyang Chengren already had some guesses in his heart about the origins of these black-clothed people; he could roughly guess who had sent them.

So, after confirming there were no gains, he did not linger much, but turned and returned to the military camp.

Back in his own tent, Ouyang Chengren caught his breath slightly, then picked up the water cup on the table and drank several large gulps. He tidied his slightly disheveled clothing a little, then prepared to get on the bed and rest.

Lying on the bed, Qianqian's figure kept emerging in Ouyang Chengren's mind. Especially the scene of her descending from the sky in a set of men's clothing, as if deeply imprinted in his mind, making him unable to forget for a long time.

When Qianqian wielded the whip, her movements were like flowing clouds and running water, carefree and at ease, her bearing heroic and dashing; the whip in her hand dancing in the air, accurately striking the enemy; and the way she pulled him behind her in one motion saying "don't be an idiot" — all lingered in his mind for a long time, unable to be dispelled.

He had originally thought Qianqian was merely a good-looking, soft and weak woman, but unexpectedly she actually possessed such a decisive and resolute side.

The coordination between the two was full of tacit understanding, as if hearts linked by spirit, jointly fending off the enemy's attacks.

Ouyang Chengren felt as if he had been poisoned; the whole night he tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Qianqian's figure kept emerging in his mind; her every frown and smile, her every move, were deeply imprinted in his heart. The more he thought, the harder it was to fall asleep, and the emotions in his heart grew ever more intense.

Meanwhile, on the other side, after stowing her whip, Qianqian immediately employed lightness skill, speeding toward the military camp as lightly as a flying swallow. Her speed was extremely fast, like a ghost, vanishing into the dark night in an instant.

When she quietly returned to her own tent, she discovered Luo Shun was sleeping soundly, his snoring deafening.

She carefully entered the tent, afraid of waking Luo Shun. Then, she lightly took off the clothes on her body and changed into another set of clothing.

Next, Qianqian took out a human skin mask and a fake Adam's apple from her bosom, and skillfully pasted them onto her face and throat. After this disguise, her appearance and voice both underwent huge changes, making it completely impossible to recognize her original look.

After finishing all this, she carefully calculated the time, estimating in her heart that Ouyang Chengren should be returning soon. Thus, she dared not have the slightest delay, and swiftly flashed out of the camp again.

The moment she left the camp, she called out Shi Er. She hurriedly stuffed the clothes she had taken off to Shi Er, and lowering her voice instructed: "You must destroy this clothing, absolutely cannot let anyone discover it!"

Shi Er knew well the seriousness of the matter; he solemnly nodded and replied: "Rest assured, Master, Subordinate will handle it well." Finished speaking, he turned and left, his figure quickly disappearing into the darkness.

Seeing Shi Er leave, Qianqian only then slightly relaxed her breath. She tip-toed back to the camp, afraid of waking Luo Shun.

Upon entering the tent, she collapsed on the bed as if relieved of a heavy burden. This night's ordeal left her exhausted; not long after, she fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, the sun had just risen when bursts of clamor rose from the camp.

Everyone began daily training as usual, while Ouyang Chengren paced in the tent, heart somewhat restless and uneasy.

He had hardly slept all night; Qianqian's figure kept emerging in his mind, as well as the scene of her saving him last night.

The more Ouyang Chengren thought, the more he felt Qianqian's identity was suspicious, and the more curious he grew about whether she had special feelings for him.

Finally, he could not suppress the impulse in his heart, and decided to send his confidant Anye to stake out Qingfeng Pavilion for Qianqian.

"Anye, you go to Qingfeng Pavilion immediately; if you see Qianqian, you must make her come see me." Ouyang Chengren instructed Anye with a solemn face.

Anye received the order and left; he understood Ouyang Chengren's thoughts well, and also understood the importance of this task.

He rushed to Qingfeng Pavilion without stopping, found a concealed corner, and squatted there on guard.

However, for the next five days, Anye waited bitterly at Qingfeng Pavilion from early to late, yet never saw Qianqian's figure.

He couldn't help but start to suspect: could it be that Qianqian already knew Ouyang Chengren's intentions, and was deliberately avoiding him?

Time passed day by day; Anye still could not wait for Qianqian to appear. Finally, on the seventh day, Anye helplessly returned to the military camp and reported the situation to Ouyang Chengren.

At first Ouyang Chengren was full of anticipation for Qianqian's arrival, his mood exceptionally excited.

However, as time passed, his emotions gradually calmed down. When Anye told him Qianqian had not appeared, Ouyang Chengren's heart instantly turned ice-cold.

He couldn't help feeling Qianqian was like an intangible phantom; no matter how hard he tried to grasp her, she would always suddenly vanish at the critical moment.

This feeling made Ouyang Chengren feel deeply frustrated and powerless, as if he could never truly touch Qianqian.

Ouyang Chengren slumped in the chair, heart full of loss and bewilderment. After Anye finished reporting, he silently left the tent, leaving Ouyang Chengren alone there to ponder.

That very night, Qianqian received a note passed by Shi Er. The note had only a few short words: Ouyang Chengren ordered someone to stake out Qingfeng Pavilion for seven days. Qianqian carefully calculated, and from the day after she saved Ouyang Chengren, exactly seven full days had passed.

Qianqian pondered slightly, then understood the reason. She picked up paper and brush, preparing to write a letter. Just as she was contemplating how to phrase it, Luo Shun walked over.

Seeing Qianqian preparing to write a letter, Luo Shun asked curiously: "Yo, Eldest Brother Ming'an, are you preparing to write a letter home?"

Qianqian smiled faintly and replied: "Yes, I've been away this long, I'm afraid my family will worry."

Luo Shun knew very well in his heart that Qianqian's identity was absolutely not ordinary; the contents of that letter were probably not convenient for him to look at.

So, he very consciously returned to his own bedside, picked up a book, and quietly began reading.

Seeing Luo Shun's action, a stone in Qianqian's heart finally settled.

She picked up the brush with peace of mind and began writing the letter. Not long after, Qianqian finished the letter; she carefully picked up the letter paper, gently blew on it, waited until the ink was completely dry, then slipped the letter paper into an envelope. Then, she tucked the envelope into her bosom.