Chapter 15: Leisurely Laughing at the Passing Clouds

“Master, good morning!” A loud greeting froze into white mist in the crisp morning breeze. The sunlight parted the gauzy morning haze, painting a layer of pink on the pale blue sky. Following the mesmerized gazes, the person behind me wore loose men’s clothing; the dark cotton robe couldn’t hide the grace of her slender waist, and the slightly short green clouds couldn’t obscure the elegance between her brows. In the early sunshine, she was like a half-bloomed peach blossom, increasingly fragrant among a group of “weeds.”

Everyone was momentarily entranced.

“Morning.” Her clear voice broke the silence. Seeing Pan’er’s fearful expression as she clung tightly behind me, I gently reassured her, “Miss Hao, don’t be afraid. This is the Green Army camp. The brothers here are not bandits; they won’t harm you.” She lowered her eyelashes, nodded softly, and the dumbfounded crowd mindlessly made way. After we had walked far enough, sighs could be heard.

“Damn it, why didn’t such good fortune fall on me!” “Master Feng sure is lucky!”

“Bullshit! That’s because Master has a kind heart, and heaven blessed him with a beautiful wife!”

“Stop, stop, stop! There’s an important question—what about the Princess?”

“Huh?!” “...”

Used to their nonsense, I lightly shook my head and lifted the cloth curtain: “General.”

My brother, clad in a black robe, stared straight at the person behind me, his eyes like cold stars. He turned slightly and slowly introduced, “This is Miss Hao, whom I saved last night.” Pan’er stole a glance at my brother, took a small step back, and curtsied.

“Miss Hao?” A melodious tone came from the corner. Turning to look, Yunzhi leaned against the long chair, his narrow eyes giving a quick, scrutinizing glance over Pan’er’s slightly frightened face. His lips curved into a meaningful smile: “What a fine young lady~” His voice low, akin to the trembling sound of a snake’s tongue.

My brother stood tall, his gaze cold: “Military orders are as unyielding as mountains; the Han camp doesn’t entertain women.” Surprised by his words, she tried to speak but saw my brother’s stern glare. “Where is your home, Miss? I can send someone to escort you back.”

Pan’er’s slim figure trembled slightly, and she responded in a hoarse whisper, “My family is destroyed, and I barely survive. Thank you for your kindness, General. Once I bury my relatives, I will leave on my own and certainly won’t violate military orders.” Though her tone was soft, it conveyed resilience.

My brother’s eyebrows twitched slightly, nodding faintly, he called out loudly: “Xiao Mo!”

“General.” A soldier entered the tent.

My brother waved his sleeve: “Escort Miss Hao out to bury her family.”

“Yes!”

“Thank you, General.” Pan’er slightly bent her knees, gave me a gentle look, and gracefully departed.

“Yunqing.” My brother’s voice was low, “Never bring people of unknown origin back to the camp again, remember that.”

Though this seemed somewhat inconsiderate, there could be no slack in military affairs. I sighed lightly and helplessly responded: “Yes.”

Outside the tent, footsteps echoed frequently, accompanied by the clinking of armor. The tent flap opened, and seven or eight generals filed in, saluting: “General.” “General.”

“Mm, everyone please sit.” My brother moved to the table and spread out the map on the tent. “Everyone knows that Jing State has three rivers and two mountains, all natural barriers. Before setting out, the reason I chose to enter through Min Pass was to avoid these four perilous places. Now, we have reached Shaoguang Prefecture, with the Lianshan mountain range before us. To penetrate deep into Jing State, we must first seize the passes of Lianshan... Jiacheng.” Following his extended finger to the map, a sprawling mountain range stretched across the south of Jing State like a copper wall and iron gate, while Jiacheng stood as a gate guarding the only low point of Lianshan. “Last night, I sent scouts to investigate and discovered another route.”

Upon hearing this, the generals were overjoyed and sat upright attentively. My brother pointed to a valley west of Jiacheng: “This place is called Feiniao Valley. It’s steep and overgrown with wild trees, unsuitable for the entire army to traverse, but sufficient for ten thousand men. In recent years, this valley has been occupied by a gang of horse thieves who loot and pillage everywhere. The governor of Shaoguang, Pan Shinan, not only refrained from eliminating them but also gave the leader of the gang a military post and allocated several thousand troops, ordering them to guard Feiniao Valley.”

“Hmph, what cunning planning!” Uncle Han Shuo slapped his thigh angrily, “This way, they can defend the perilous terrain and save on maintaining soldiers. Neither fully soldiers nor fully bandits.”

“Mm, most importantly...” Yunzhi’s pupils glanced over, his voice calm, “They can divide the spoils on the spot.” Yes, that Mr. Pan didn’t know how much wealth he had amassed. No wonder the pre-war report stated: Shaoguang is the richest area for tax silver collection in Jing State. Wolves and tigers, openly robbing and secretly stealing, the sweat and blood of the common people have long been squeezed dry.

My brother nodded slightly, continuing, “Jiacheng is built against the mountain, easy to defend but hard to attack. The southern gate facing Min Pass is heavily guarded, while the northern gate backing onto Chengyuan has weaker forces. Knowing this, we might as well feint east and strike west, encircle from both north and south, and break through Jiacheng.” His deep eyes couldn’t conceal intense sharpness, “Right General Cheng Wu.”

Wang Zhongwen, newly promoted to a third-rank general, quickly stood up: “Your subordinate is here.”

“I order you to lead twenty thousand elite troops of the Flying Tiger Camp through Feiniao Valley at noon today. You must reach the northern gate of Jiacheng before midnight and infiltrate the city from the rear!”

“Yes! Your subordinate accepts the mission!”

“Han Dong, Han De.”

The two young officers seated below stood together: “Your subordinate is here.”

“You two go assist General Wang. Feiniao Valley is some distance away. To form an encirclement, you must march swiftly.”

“Yes!”

“Everyone else, follow me. Today after noon, we will depart. At the hour of Shen, we will attack the city, and we must attract all of Jiacheng’s defenders to the southern gate to create an opportunity for breaking through the northern gate!”

“Yes!”

After lunch, the camp was bustling with activity. Under the autumn sun, the oilcloth of the tents flapped in the wind, and the large swords at the waists of the soldiers gleamed sharply. The usual hearty expressions on the soldiers’ faces were gone, replaced by serious, resolute ones. Avoiding the crowds, I entered the medical tent where more than a dozen medics were orderly packing herbs and medicine boxes. “Doctor Lu.” I called softly. Lu Ming looked up, “Master.”

“Have you seen Miss Hao?” I asked urgently.

“No.” He looked at me somewhat surprised, “She hasn’t come back since leaving this morning.”

I nodded and ran out of the medical tent: Where did she go? There’s no trace of her. Could she have already left? But that doesn’t make sense; even if she had left, she should have said something.

“Master!” A shout came from behind me, “Master Feng!” I stopped and turned to see Liu Yao standing in front of Yunzhi’s tent, waving at me on his tiptoes.

I hurried over: “What is it?”

He grinned, revealing two sharp canines: “The master invites you inside for a talk.”

I raised an eyebrow slightly, entering with curiosity. Inside, Yunzhi was sitting on a long chair, with a brown figure standing beside him. “Master Lin!” I exclaimed in surprise, as he inclined his body towards me, “Master.”

Yunzhi rested his hand on his cheek, glancing at me with a sly smile on his lips: “What does Miss Hao think?”

I lowered my eyes to see Pan’er kneeling at his feet, her body half-bowed, her slender waist showing a hint of stubbornness: “Hao Pan’er is willing to serve the young master loyally!”

What’s going on?! I widened my eyes, glaring angrily at Yunzhi. He tapped his hand lightly, his handsome eyes slightly lowered: “Have you thought this through?”

Pan’er straightened up, her embroidered fists clenched tightly: “I’ve thought it through. Please, Young Master, grant my request.”

“Alright.” Yunzhi’s narrow eyes lifted slightly, “Chengbi.”

“At your service.” Master Lin bowed his head.

“Take Miss Hao back to the Wu Yan Sect and take good care of her.” He smiled with a hint of cunning.

“Yes.”

“As for what this palace promised you~” Yunzhi’s thin lips curled into a confident smile, “It will definitely be fulfilled within six months.”

“Thank you, Young Master!” Her soft voice trembled as she prostrated herself. Then she turned her body, staring directly at me with glistening almond eyes: “If it weren’t for Master Feng saving me last night, I would have already lost my life. If not for your stern rebuke, I might have already thrown away my life. Pan’er has nothing to repay you with now, please accept my three bows.” As she spoke, her delicate face tightened, and she abruptly knocked her head on the ground. Before I could stop her, the sound of three knocks echoed. She raised her head, her white forehead dusted with dirt, tears streaming down her clear eyes: “In the future, Pan’er wishes to serve you like an ox or horse to repay your great kindness.”

Feeling heartache for this strong girl, I managed a faint smile: “Since you’ve made your decision, I have nothing more to say.” Glancing at Yunzhi, “I only hope you will find peace and prosperity in the future.” He raised his eyebrows, smiling nonchalantly.

“Thank you, Master.” Pan’er deeply bent her knees, then followed Lin Chengbi toward the tent entrance. Before leaving, she gazed at me, her willow eyebrows slightly furrowed, with a hint of reluctance. Then she sighed deeply, turned around, and walked straight out.

“You...” I took two steps forward, staring directly into those deep peach blossom eyes, urgently pressing him, “What are you scheming again? How did you get Hao Pan’er involved? And how did Master Lin end up on the battlefield?”

He calmly sipped his tea, his gleaming black eyes shimmering with amusement: “Chengbi came to deliver a message.”

“A message?” My brows tightened, “What message?”

“First, the Vermilion Bird has completed its mission and returned to Cloud Capital, and there is already a Han Moon guarding the Filial Piety at Jiaocheng. Second, Yang Fengwu has been escorted back to the capital and is being personally interrogated by Luo Yin, the Grand Minister of the Ministry of Justice, for treason. Surprisingly, their statements align perfectly with the insider captured by you.” He leaned back in his chair, staring at me intently, his eyes revealing undeniable interest, “Guess what they all said?”

Consistent? It seems they were tipped off. Someone as sinister as the seventh prince would surely... After pondering for a while, I furrowed my brows and murmured: “A frame-up?”

He gripped the armrest tightly, his eyes sparkling, laughing softly and deeply: “You always manage to surprise me.” I warily stepped back a few paces, maintaining a safe distance. “Hmm~” He resumed his relaxed posture, though his eyes betrayed naked affection, “Both claimed they were acting under my third brother’s orders, and after confessing everything, they both bit their tongues and committed suicide.” What a cunning move, making the third prince dead without a chance to defend himself, unable to refute the allegations. “But Father let Luo Yin suppress this matter, probably suspecting something.” He tapped his brow, “That girl must not die.”

“Huh?” I looked at him strangely, didn’t Sparrow already commit suicide?

“I’ve already arranged for Chengbi to replace her face and identity to return to the General’s Mansion.” Yunzhi laughed lightly, “What do you think of this plan, Qingqing?”

Deep infiltration, using this hidden piece to infiltrate the enemy camp. In this way, the seventh prince is hoisting a stone to smash his own foot, doing someone else’s dirty work. Staring blankly: Such profound scheming.

“As for Hao Pan’er,” he stood up, a sly smile forming on his handsome face, “We just made a fair trade.”

“Trade?”

“Mm, trade.” He took a step forward, leaning slightly, “Do you know what she wants, Qingqing?”

“Revenge.” I answered without hesitation, “But after today, that group of bandits will disappear from the world, why would Miss Hao need you?”

Yunzhi smiled and moved two steps closer: “Because she has more than one enemy~” He retreated a few steps, avoiding the faint musk surrounding him, “Do you remember the joint impeachment of the Left Chancellor by the two Ministers?” I nodded slightly, during the secret meeting at Fusong Hall, they mentioned it, “The initiator of this incident was actually a group of Confucian scholars from Changlu Academy, led by a man named Hao Tingzhao.” Shocked, could it be? “Exactly, he is Hao Pan’er’s biological father.” Yunzhi smiled coldly, “Hao Tingzhao and others found evidence of bribery in the Ministry of Officials, and the Right Chancellor’s party used these people’s upright righteousness to try to impeach Dong Xiang. Later, the matter was unresolved, although it was according to the King’s will, but it also had much to do with the sudden death of the main person involved and the inexplicable disappearance of evidence.”

Pan’er’s father suddenly passed away, could it be a ruthless move by the Left Chancellor in secret? “Hehe, Qingqing, you guessed who did it too, right?” A sneer appeared on Yunzhi’s lips, “Overthrowing Dong Jianlin is what I promised her.”

“What do you want from Miss Hao?” I pressed urgently.

He smiled at me, a calculating glint passing through his flirtatious pupils, cold and merciless: “I love trading with those who have nothing, desperate people are often willing to give up anything that belongs to them, even~” He leaned closer, looking at me with a sly smile, whispering, “their lives.”

Life, riding on top of Ta Yong, I glanced at him beside me: Will the devil’s contract really cost Pan’er her life?

“Your Highness, Master.” Uncle Han Qi reined in his horse and turned back, “During the upcoming city attack, please rest in the rear. The personal guards will ensure your safety.”

“Mm.” Yunzhi, riding alongside, nodded slightly, “Captain, don’t worry about us, go ahead.”

“Yes!” The horses galloped quickly, kicking up clouds of dust.

Following the main army were often civil officials and cooks, with over a dozen military doctors and the scribe Ding Qian among them. From afar, the elite troops appeared like tigers released from their cages, advancing towards the city at the foot of the mountain with an overwhelming momentum that seemed to sweep away the clouds.

The sky was vast and distant, the floating clouds drifted by. The Lianshan Mountain held the sun in the west wind, and the autumn colors surpassed the rugged peaks. Beneath the deep blue sky, golden gourds, silver axes, yellow battle-axes, and red banners fluttered. Within the dense array of soldiers, a cluster of embroidered military flags waved, with the large character “Han” flying in the air. General Han Yuesha wore a lion helmet, silver armor, and a black brocade robe underneath. His waist was adorned with a delicate beast belt, and he sat on a galloping steed. His sculpted handsome face was stern and clear, with eyebrows like swords reaching his temples, a narrow waist, broad shoulders, and a striking figure. Truly, his heroic spirit soared to the heavens, capable of breaking through an entire army.

Looking up at the mountain fortress, flags fluttered and guards stood densely. In the center of the city tower, a burly general with a leopard head and bear body waved his arm, his red cloak fluttering sharply: “Han Yuesha!” His voice thunderous, thick eyebrows furrowed, “As a general of Qing State, you have now invaded our territory, your ambitions are clear without words! Today, with me, Commander of Shaoguang’s forces, Lei Tianuo present, Jiacheng will never allow you to pass!”

Han Yuesha narrowed his star-like eyes, gave a cold smile, picked up his sparrow-pattern sandalwood bow, nocked an arrow, and drew it back fully. A chilling light flashed in his eyes: If that’s the case, what use is there in keeping you? In an instant, a streak of white light flew, the bow drawn like a full moon, the arrow gone like a meteor. By the time the guards on the wall realized the danger, it was too late. Thud! The arrowhead plunged straight into Lei Tianuo’s noisy mouth, pinning him against the wooden wall behind him. This commander of Shaoguang’s forces twitched his limbs, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, a low moan escaping his throat, dying with his eyes wide open in a horrific scene that made those around lose their souls: Is this the famed archer, Moon Killer?

Before they could recover their wits, they saw the man below raise his silver spear, and thousands of elite soldiers roared forward. Siege ladders were erected, ballistae half-raised. Hundreds pulled ropes, and with a swing of the seven-pronged catapult’s arm, heavy stone projectiles whizzed through the air. Though the main general had fallen, the governor was still there. The notorious Pan Shinan squinted his snake-like eyes and signaled to his subordinates. Soon, they saw the soldiers on the wall pull up hundreds of rope ends, then lift bundles of hemp ropes hidden under the yellow earth beneath the city. The other ends of the ropes yanked up sharp spikes. Horses screamed in agony, and cavalrymen fell off one after another. On the watchtower, a hundred long-range crossbows were raised, each firing five arrows, mowing down countless enemies. Han Yuesha stood firm, his spear horizontal, glancing back. Han Shuo understood immediately and ordered the engineers to set up assault vehicles. For a while, the battle was deadlocked, neither side gaining the upper hand.

The sunset was like blood, horses neighed in the autumn wind. Giant stones flew, smashing the parapets and watchtowers. Hot oil poured from above, scorching the soldiers’ flesh.

“Master.” An official approached Pan Shinan, whispering in his ear, “More than half of the defending forces have been lost. Continuing the fight may not be sustainable.”

Pan Shinan’s lips trembled, his emaciated fingers gripping the chair tightly: He hadn’t expected the Han family army to be so formidable. If not for the steep terrain, Jiacheng might have fallen already. He stood up, pacing anxiously, listening to the screams and cries of battle on the city walls, his heartbeat growing more unstable. After a while, he stopped, slowly raising his head, his eyes flashing with malice: He had an idea!

On the Lianshan Mountain, the setting sun cast reflections, and a line of geese flew by. White, thread-like clouds stretched across the horizon, dyed by the evening glow, shifting from golden red to azure purple. Though they looked like bright silk brocade, they couldn’t match the intense crimson of the battlefield below. At the foot of the Lianshan Mountain, iron horses clashed, arrows flew, stones fell, men bled, roaring to fight again!

Just as the sunset was about to fade, a white flag suddenly unfurled on the city walls. “Surrender!” A lieutenant holding the flagpole leaned against the battlements, shouting hoarsely, “Surrender! Jiacheng surrenders!”

Han Yuesha pondered for a moment, then raised his right hand high: “Hold!”

The attack slowed, and the exhausted soldiers took advantage of the pause to retreat slightly and regroup.

Night fell softly, and torches were lit on the city walls, casting dim light on the white flag. Han Yuesha watched silently as the basket slowly descended, the scar on his face appearing particularly grim in the torchlight. The vanguard of the Qing army lifted the person out of the basket, galloping quickly to the general: “General,” they placed the person on the ground.

Han Yuesha glanced down, as if a god looking down upon mortals: “Who are you?”

His heavy question hung in the air like a thousand-pound stone, the intense pressure making the person take a long time to look up: “This humble servant is Shen Yue, the magistrate of Shaoguang Prefecture. I am here to surrender on behalf of Governor Pan Shinan of Shaoguang Prefecture.” He took out a letter and a red embroidered pouch from his chest, holding them high.

Han Yuesha took the two items, opened the envelope, and quickly scanned it by the light of the torch held by his mounted guard. Suddenly, his deep eyes darkened, and a faint sneer appeared on his lips, sending chills down the spine of the man below. Han Yuesha put away the letter of surrender and took out the governor’s golden seal from the embroidered pouch, smiling broadly: “You want to surrender?”

Shen Yue swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly: “Yes! My lord, considering the safety of the tens of thousands of people in Jiacheng, regardless of future accusations, has specially sent me to surrender to General Han Yuesha of Qing State.”

“Considering the safety of the people?” Han Yuesha repeated word by word, rich with sarcasm.

“Yes.” Shen Yue’s legs were already trembling. He bowed deeply, concealing his fear, “Please, General, grant us mercy.”

The wild wind howled, the banners flapped, emitting eerie sounds. There were no stars or moon in the sky, and the Lianshan Mountain was shrouded by night, silent all around. The oppressive darkness pierced the heart. It felt like an eternity passed in an instant, and cold sweat had already seeped out of Shen Yue’s forehead.

“Alright.” That single word brought him relief. The magistrate of Shaoguang Prefecture sighed lightly, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He bent over, fawningly leading Han Yuesha’s horse, excitedly waving to the city walls: “Open the gates! Welcome the General into the city!”

Creak, creak, creak. The drawbridge slowly descended, and with a thud, the outer city gate swung open.

Han Yuesha glanced to the sides; Han Qi and Han Shuo nodded knowingly. A group of soldiers rode into the night.

The cold wind rustled, as if mocking: Inviting the guest into the trap? It seems more like inviting wolves into the fold.

“What!” The steamed bun in his hand dropped, and he grabbed the collar of the sentry, “You’re saying General Han accepted the surrender letter and entered the city with only a few thousand personal guards?!”

“Yes...”

“Isn’t surrender good?” Ding Qian took a sip of water and looked over puzzled, “If we keep fighting, none of the medics will get any sleep tomorrow.”

Looking at Lu Ming and others busily working in the distance, he sighed: “Jiacheng’s terrain is perilous, easy to defend but hard to attack. To surrender less than half a day into the battle clearly indicates a trap!” He let go of his right hand, and the sentry plopped down straight. With a flick of his sleeve, he walked towards Ta Yong: “No, I must enter the city and see for myself.”

“In warfare~” A melodious and low voice rang out in the dark night, “Compared to Zhuzhu, how do you think Yunqing fares?”

Taken aback slightly, he stopped, turned his head, and looked over. Yunzhi wore a purple-gold crown, draped in a red brocade serpent cape. His beautiful eyes reflected the firelight, and his handsome face, illuminated by the campfire, exuded a mysterious aura. He tilted his head, raising an eyebrow, smiling lightly.

“Certainly not as well.” He answered decisively, realizing immediately: Since even I can see this is a fake surrender, my brother must have already prepared countermeasures. He smiled lightly, shook his head self-deprecatingly, and sat back down.

“The autumn frost is heavy, the night long.” Yunzhi handed over a steamed bun, “Only when the stomach is full can one patiently wait for dawn.” Reaching out to accept the slightly hard bread, their skin touched briefly, and suddenly he felt a light pinch on his hand. Glaring at the satisfied cat who stole a touch, he growled through gritted teeth: “You!”

Inside Weng city, lights blazed brightly, a table laden with fine food and wine. Pan Shinan, dressed in white robes, smiled warmly: “Come, come, come, Pan offers a toast to all the generals.”

Han Yuesha, having removed his silver helmet, sat upright at the head of the table, looking down without raising his cup. The other generals also sat solemnly, not daring to move. The atmosphere was somewhat awkward; Pan Shinan lowered his arm, his face crestfallen: “I suppose General must be doubting my sincerity.” He lowered his eyes and stole a glance at the upper seat, “In fact, since the moment General began the siege, this humble servant has been on pins and needles, wavering indecisively. After careful thought, if we were to continue fighting bitterly, not only would this famous city with its strategic location be destroyed, but more importantly, tens of thousands of civilians within the city would also be affected.” His brows and tone sincere, he continued, “Now that our country is controlled by external relatives, women who meddle in politics, it’s time for a fresh start, to cleanse the land and restore royal authority!” He looked fervently at Han Yuesha, “Upon such reflection, Pan decisively decided to meet you in plain robes, opening the gates to surrender!”

Han Yuesha snorted softly, raising an eyebrow: “Open the gates?” He glanced at those seated below, his voice dangerously slow, “How is it that I see the inner city gates closed?”

“General,” Pan Shinan stood up, holding the cup with both hands, bowing slightly, “The hour is late. If we enter the city now, it may disturb the common people. By dawn tomorrow, when everyone rises, Pan promises to open the inner city gates. If I break this promise, may I be struck by five thunders.” He widened his eyes, speaking with righteous indignation, “Pan is willing to offer himself as collateral to reassure the General!” With that, he threw back his head, and a mouthful of rich wine slid down his throat.

“Good.” Han Yuesha smiled faintly, “Governor Pan is indeed a benevolent official who cares for the people. Since the Governor is so sincere, I cannot but accept your kindness.” He glanced at the fine wine on the table, “However, I have established a rule that during military campaigns, not even a drop should be consumed. I will keep this wine in mind, and I accept Governor Pan’s goodwill.”

“Military orders are as heavy as mountains, Pan understands.” He nodded gently, closing his eyes with a smile, “A brief rest shouldn’t violate military discipline, right?”

Han Yuesha gave a sidelong glance, his eyebrows slightly raised: “That, indeed, would not.”

A glint of cunning flashed through Pan Shinan’s eyes, his thick lips curling into a satisfied arc. He raised both arms high and lightly clapped his hands. Soft music began to play, the gentle and melodious sounds oddly out of place amidst the howling winds of the mountain fortress. A crisp pipa sound rang out, and from amidst the flickering lights came a graceful beauty. From afar, her waist swayed like willows in the spring breeze, her hair like green clouds teasing spring feelings. Her lotus steps were slow and elegant, her movements alluring. Her slender fingers lifted gracefully, her delicate wrists turning just so—it was as if peach petals fell from her red nails, and the tips of her fingers played the strings tenderly. Every gesture exuded languid charm that made the surrounding servants itch all over, their minds wandering.

Feeling the tense scrutiny from below, a cold smile appeared at the corner of Han Yuesha’s lips: Before midnight, I shall accompany you. Thinking this, he slightly closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair, pretending to be relaxed. Seeing his icy gaze soften and his tall figure show a hint of gentleness, Pan Shinan clenched his fists in delight, unable to contain his joy: There’s hope!

With increasingly crisp pipa notes, the beauty walked out from the dimly lit area. Everyone focused: her eyebrows resembled early spring willow leaves, half-hidden with a touch of sorrow; her pupils shimmered like autumn water, carrying hints of flirtation; her cherry-red lips seemed to hold dewdrops, enticing bees and butterflies alike. Seeing such a fascinating person, the hardened generals beneath were momentarily stunned, their hearts softened by this breath of spring. Pan Shinan raised his cup, his snake-like eyes darting around: Hmph, after being celibate for over a month, I don’t believe you can resist this seduction. He clicked his tongue softly and looked again. Only to see the person on the seat staring directly at the pipa beauty, his interest unmistakable. The beauty turned halfway, playing the pipa behind her back. The thin garment on her shoulder slipped unexpectedly, revealing a bare, round shoulder. She gathered herself before singing, on the verge of smiling yet still frowning, her lingering resentment most captivating. This turn of her head even mesmerized Pan Shinan, and when he snapped back to reality and looked up again, he saw fierce desire burning in Han Yuesha’s deep eyes.

Wonderful! Pan Shinan couldn’t suppress his excitement, grinning obsequiously: “This maiden is named Mei Yun, skilled in music and full of affection. Alongside Li Xue from Yuan City, they are known as the two celestial pipa players, famed beauties across the Jing State.” He struggled to control his trembling fingers, caressing the smooth cup, “If General likes, a night of passion wouldn’t be amiss.”

Han Yuesha glanced over, his sword-like eyebrows furrowing slightly: “But...” He scanned those seated below, leaning forward to whisper, “With all the generals here, how could I indulge myself alone?” His voice low and hoarse, he sighed regretfully.

“This is easy!” Pan Shinan leaned closer, whispering, “Later, I’ll take the generals for a walk around the瓮city, and order the servants to prepare enough food for the soldiers outside the city, ensuring a joyful feast for all. Then the General can~” His snake-like eyes glanced towards the tempting beauty embracing the pipa, a suggestive smile curling his lips.

Han Yuesha raised his thick eyebrows, a smile on his face but not in his heart. Had Pan Shinan been seven-tenths more meticulous, he would have noticed the murderous aura emanating from the scar on his left cheek.

In the hidden chamber of the瓮city, warm yellow candlelight flickered. Where soldiers once hid, tonight beauties reside—Pan’s young man certainly knows how to enjoy life. Han Yuesha glanced sideways at the coquettish and radiant Mei Yun behind him, his starry eyes slightly darkened: If not for considering the greater loss of troops in a direct assault, if not for the difficulty of capturing Jiacheng due to its steep terrain, why would I go along with the flow and counterplot accordingly? Once Han Shuo and Han Qi discern the mechanisms within the parapets, once the troops are well-fed and rested, once the moon reaches its zenith and midnight arrives, then striking at the weak point with a pincer attack from front and rear, how could Jiacheng not fall?

“General.” A sweet voice chirped, and Mei Yun leaned over, her watery eyes rippling, “Let me help you change your clothes.”

Han Yuesha smirked inwardly, raising both arms and remaining silent. Mei Yun approached with downcast eyes, her face a picture of coy modesty. She raised her orchid fingers, gently unfastening his silver armor. Her red-nailed index finger provocatively slid over Han Yuesha’s narrow waist. Her cherry lips half-open, her eyes filled with affection, her delicate fingers like bamboo shoots. She pressed her body close, about to tug at the belt of his black robe when suddenly her jade wrist was seized. “General?” Her willow eyebrows knitted together, seemingly aggrieved.

Han Yuesha took a few steps back, sitting firmly on the edge of the bed: “Since you are a charming lady, you should understand that the matters of cloud and rain require a certain allure.”

Mei Yun covered her lips and laughed, her eyes sparkling: “General is truly refined, then this humble servant will respectfully comply.” Saying this, she removed the carved hairpin from her head, her cloud-like hair falling, and slowly proceeded under the flickering candlelight. Her lotus steps moved gracefully, her dress slipping slightly, revealing a light blouse. Han Yuesha sat there calmly, his deep eyes half-raised, betraying no sign of emotion. Mei Yun grew secretly annoyed inside; whether you’re a hard man or an iron warrior, you won’t escape this girl’s little grasp. Thinking thus, she shed her pink double-breasted gown, leaving only a fine silk bodice covering her breasts, the small plum blossoms on her snow-white bosom appearing to peek out, creating an alluring, hazy charm. The soldier hiding outside, peeping through the curtain slit, found himself captivated, his heart racing uncontrollably, thinking: If I could share a bed with her for one night, dying would be worth it. Any man would find it hard to resist such allure; Governor’s beauty strategy is indeed brilliant, truly brilliant.

Little did he know that Han Yuesha, influenced by his parents from a young age, had been exposed to the kind of unwavering love that made him utterly disinterested in fleeting pleasures of the flesh. Seeing his indifferent gaze devoid of lust, Mei Yun grew angrier. She cast a seductive glance, slowly undoing the sash around her waist. The purple silk skirt rustled as it slid down her body step by step, leaving only a thin short robe outlining her curves, making the person at the door weak-kneed. Her face like a lotus, her body like a willow branch, her soft hand unintentionally brushed past her peak, touching her hanging hair. With a flirtatious glance, she sat diagonally onto Han Yuesha’s lap: Let’s see how you pretend now! Her arms coiled around his neck like snakes, exhaling fragrantly, slowly drawing near: “General~”

Han Yuesha coolly lowered his eyes, a cold smile tugging at his lips. Without any tenderness, he pulled her roughly, causing Mei Yun to cry out softly as she bumped into his neck. His long fingers stroked her snow-white back, then suddenly slid toward a point on her chest. “Ah~” Her breathy moan stirred the soul, and a thud sounded from the doorway—the peeper collapsed on the ground. Han Yuesha gave a cold glance, his deep eyes clouded with frost, his towering figure unmoving. Meanwhile, Mei Yun lay limply on his broad shoulders, her red lips curving excitedly, her watery eyes unable to hide her delight. Her hips subtly rubbed against his leg side, her peach source concealing resentment, her jade face harboring sorrow, her voice like a nightingale’s song, whispers of a swallow. She extended her tongue, sliding it gently from his earlobe down his cheek. Seeing Han Yuesha indulgently allow it, a trace of killing intent flickered in her flirtatious eyes. Her cherry lips parted, about to graze his thin lips. Suddenly, her body was flipped, and she was thrown heavily onto the bed.

“General!” She half-leaned her body, her hair cascading, tears brimming in the corners of her eyes, pitiful and enchanting, “Did I serve you poorly?”

Han Yuesha leaned down, gripping her cute chin with increasing pressure, causing her to groan in pain: “Ge...neral...”

“Ya“ A few strange calls came from outside the hidden soldier cave. His thin lips curled, and he spoke mercilessly: “There must be some trick to the rouge on your lips, Miss.”

At these words, her beautiful face turned ashen, her slim body trembling. The iron fingers gripping her jaw tightened even more, but this time, Mei Yun was overwhelmed by the intense fear surging within her, momentarily forgetting the physical pain: How terrifying, what a fearsome man. Her teeth chattered lightly, her body feeling as though it would be pierced by those sharp eyes, her soul as if drawn away by this ghostly chill.

“Yaya~” Three more strange cries rang out, and Han Yuesha cast a sidelong glance, releasing his grip and turning to put on his silver armor. “Hurry!” Mei Yun stumbled off the bed, disregarding her half-naked body, crawling with both hands and feet toward the door. “The matter...” Before she could utter the last two words, her body was pierced by a sharp sword.

Is the hero’s grave marked by the beauty’s lips? One does not see the famed General Han Lang, whose heart is cast from iron, impervious to seductive charms, his tender sentiments entwined in the homeland of Qin.

The person outside heard something amiss and immediately scrambled to his feet: “Master! Master!” He shouted hoarsely, but before he could run out of the hidden soldier cave, an iron arm hooked around his neck. With just a light snap, his head lolled to the side, eyes wide open, lifeless.

Midnight sang like a song, autumn cool as water. Amidst the silence, a sudden earth-shattering roar erupted, “Kill!” A silver figure darted through the瓮city, charging left and right as if entering an unoccupied land. Outside the city walls, ten thousand men ran wildly, shouting and clamoring. The Qing army surged forward like unleashed floodwaters, pouring into the瓮city with overwhelming force.

Pan Shinan, instead of receiving good news from the beauty, was shocked to the core by the deafening shouts that sounded like roaring seas and collapsing mountains. “Quickly, quickly,” he fled to the inner wall of the瓮city under the protection of his personal guards. Just as he was about to look for the bamboo basket lift, he saw a figure slowly approaching from the darkness, sword drawn. Upon closer inspection, the defending soldiers lay scattered in bloody pieces all over the ground, while a group of elite guards protected Pan Shinan, cautiously retreating.

“Hmph, what a brilliant beauty strategy.” The deep voice shook Pan Shinan to his knees, severing his last glimmer of hope. Han Yuesha curled his lips upward, his black hair fluttering in the wind, his chiseled features exuding the bloodthirsty aura of a demon warrior. Before Pan Shinan could catch his breath, a flash of silver passed, blood splattered everywhere. He collapsed to his knees, crawling forward: “General, spare my life, spare my life. If you don’t kill me, I am willing to have ten thousand soldiers at the northern gate relinquish their resistance and welcome you with open arms!”

“Ten thousand?” Han Yuesha gave a cold smile, pointing his sword towards the city. Flames rose in the north, the clamor of battle echoing throughout. Thousands of riders brandishing torches weaved through Jiacheng, forming neat rows like a fiery serpent coiling along the four main roads.

“Gah, gah, gah...” The thousand-jin counterweight of the inner city gates was slowly raised.

“General!” A loud shout came from within the city, “Wang Zhongwen, Right General of Chengwu, leading twenty thousand brothers of the Flying Tiger Camp, welcomes the General into the city!”

Just one sentence caused Pan Shinan to collapse onto the ground; just one sentence brought a genuine smile to Han Yuesha’s lips.

In the cold wind, a soft whisper floated by: “Governor Pan, I will not kill you because I do not wish to deprive others of their pleasure.”

Zhang Mi’s “Chronicles of the Warring States” records: In the first year of the chaotic era, on the twenty-first day of the eighth month, Jiacheng fell. The Qing army swiftly advanced, maintaining strict military discipline without disturbing the townsfolk. However, they bound Governor Pan Shinan and threw him onto the street, where the common people trampled upon him. By dawn, the cruel official perished. Passersby hurled his severed head and trampled his corpse. Those who hated Pan devoured his flesh, pulled out his bones, skinned him, and spat upon his body. Such was the intensity of the people’s wrath.