Chapter 230: Bowing for Five Dou of Rice

Besides, even if we bring the provisions back, we don't need so many people! The convoy that previously handled the provisions was only about twenty people.

Yun Shui scratched his head and whispered, "It was Chi… it was Southern First Young Master who told me to bring more brothers."

"Who?" Hearing Southern First Young Master, Zhao Yan stopped abruptly, a trace of anger on his face, "Who sent you?"

"Southern First Young Master!"

"Nonsense!" Zhao Yan shouted angrily, "You can believe a male concubine's word?"

Pfft… cough cough cough…

Yun Shui spat out a mouthful of water, eyes wide with shock, "What? What did you say? Male… male concubine?"

"Isn't it?" Zhao Yan had completely detached from his initial excitement about hauling back the provisions.

It was like a bucket of ice water poured onto his heart, chilling to the bone.

"Yun Shui, are you mad or foolish? To trust a male concubine's word and parade so many brothers, claiming to haul provisions—where are the provisions? Tell me! Where are they?"

Yun Shui stared at Zhao Yan as if at a fool, "The term male concubine, I advise you keep it in your gut; never mention it in front of the Prince, or you won't even know how you die."

"Yun Shui, perhaps Southern First Young Master brainwashed you! He's just a bit of a medic, serving with his looks, unfit for the refined hall. I, Zhao Yan, will stop here; if there really are provisions, I will give my life for her!"

Yun Shui's eyes lit up, patted Zhao Yan's shoulder, and smiled enigmatically, "A gentleman's word is hard to chase down; don't later deny it."

"Heh, that's natural, I…"

"Yun Shui! Found the cave!"

A soldier's shout came from ahead; Yun Shui's smile deepened: "Deputy General Zhao, I claim your life on behalf of Southern First Young Master."

Zhao Yan's expression stiffened for a moment, muttering behind Yun Shui, "What's the use of finding it? Can a cave alone hold provisions?"

"Provisions! Provisions!"

The excited shout ahead made Zhao Yan halt instantly.

"It's really provisions! How… can there be so much?"

Entering the cave, everyone stared at the cavern packed with provisions and silver ingots, jaws dropping in shock, eyes showing nothing but astonishment.

Some soldiers even kept rubbing their eyes.

"My goodness! So many provisions, it's as if the entire treasury was moved here!"

"Even if we moved for days and nights, we couldn't finish!"

Hearing that, Zhao Yan's left foot lifted joyfully, his right foot heavy, stepping unevenly toward the cave surrounded by the crowd.

Chi Nan Yi chose a cave a hundred meters deep to store the provisions and silver ingots; it was more a mine than a cave.

Tall and deep.

Yet this huge cave was packed to the brim with provisions and silver ingots.

Yun Shui had long prepared himself mentally, but he never imagined the scene would be so spectacular.

After an unknown time, Yun Shui finally recovered, walked to the jaw‑dropped Zhao Yan and said with a smile, "Now, still think I brought many people?"

Zhao Yan, startled by his pat, swallowed, and under the shocked gaze, slapped his own face hard.

The crisp sound snapped many nearby soldiers back to reality.

"I'm not dreaming, I'm not dreaming! There really are this many provisions!" Claiming I'm not excited would be false.

"Southern First Young Master's ability is huge! You'll understand later."

Yun Shui turned to command everyone to move the provisions; Zhao Yan's expression grew complex, and after a while he touched his neck, realizing his life from now on truly belonged to Southern First Young Master.

At this moment, in the camp.

When Mo Junyan returned to the tent, Chi Nan Yi had already fallen asleep.

She lay on the bed, covered by Mo Junyan's black fox fur, her small face flushed, sleeping soundly.

Mo Junyan sat at the bedside, couldn't resist, and gently stroked her face.

Chi Nan Yi snapped open her eyes, instinctively reaching back to grab Mo Junyan's throat.

Her hand halted midway, seeing the person before her, Chi Nan Yi said with a faint smile, "So it's you, sorry, it's just a conditioned reflex."

"No problem." Mo Junyan recalled her just‑awoken motion, feeling a pang of sympathy; such a habit only appears in those hunted daily.

What has she actually gone through?

"Did you come today to deliver provisions?"

Chi Nan Yi touched her nose tip, nodded, "I guess so!"

"I guess so?"

"By the way…" Chi Nan Yi suddenly leaned toward Mo Junyan, a slight smile at the corner of her lips: "By the way, see what you're doing."

This close distance made Mo Junyan's heart pound again.

Such a face, irresistibly attractive to him, pressed up close—who could resist?

His throat tightened, Mo Junyan lifted his hand, fingertips brushing her delicate soft face, eyes lowered at the pink cherry lips inches away, noticing his slightly aggressive gaze, Chi Nan Yi's fingertips curled slightly.

At that moment, outside the tent, Yun Shui's urgent voice rang.

"Prince! Found it! Found it! Found the provisions!"

One night, interrupted twice by the same person.

Mo Junyan's patience had reached its limit.

Before Yun Shui could finish, another surge of internal force erupted inside the tent, flinging Yun Shui away.

Chi Nan Yi found his childish side, laughing, "I thought Prince Li was always lofty, didn't expect he could go crazy too."

Watching the people bring back the provisions, Mo Junyan was very curious how she managed to move those foods into the cave herself, yet despite his eager desire to know, he still chose not to ask.

He knew the woman before him held many secrets, but who doesn't have unspeakable thoughts?

Regarding only the matter of rebirth, he still felt it was somewhat unreal.

Because the provisions were so abundant, half the camp's people helped.

Mo Junyan looked at the grain and fodder piled up like a mountain, his eyelid twitched, showing that even he was somewhat shocked.

He could almost conclude that even the state treasury didn't have this much grain.

Where on earth did she get it from?

Just then, outside the camp gate, Zhao Yan walked in slowly.

After a 'Plop—' sound, Zhao Yan directly fell to the ground, and in a deep voice said: 'This subordinate has eyes but fails to recognize Mount Tai; please forgive me, Divine Doctor. From today onward, this subordinate's life is yours.'

What happened?

Before leaving, wasn't he still vigorous and high-spirited? How come now he seems like a completely different person.

Don't they say heroes won't bow for five pecks of rice?

But upon further thought, it seems not just five pecks of rice.

"What does she want your life for?" Mo Junyan sat in his wheelchair, coldly staring at Zhao Yan, who was about to give his life to Chi Nan Yi.

Zhao Yan still thought the Prince wanted to intercede for him, before he could feel moved, he heard Mo Junyan continue: 'What use is there in taking your life?'