Chapter 4: Just Messing with Myself

Xiao Tunan gritted his teeth as he looked at her, "What do you mean by this?"

The azure eyes suddenly brightened, only to dim again shortly after. "You are lying to me! The Sixteen Guards defend the capital and hold immense authority. They only obey the commands of those with the surname Yuan, and Wu Benshan absolutely cannot suppress them!"

Qing Tong glanced at him without saying a word. The structure of the Sixteen Guards was inherited from their ancestors and was not her original creation. Most of the officers were composed of noble offspring, and the soldiers were also required to have their families in the capital, which was intended to ensure peace of mind

Xiao Tunan looked at her with a cold smile, suddenly grabbed her, raised his knee, and gently nudged her stomach.

Qing Tong said: "What is there to be unclear about? I am unwilling to go with you." She sneered, "If I cannot torment you, can I not torment myself?"

Xiao Tunan snorted, "With limited abilities and a grandiose demeanor, they are far inferior to the Northwest Army led by Huo Qingyang, and even more so compared to the former Dingyuan Army. Why would you arrange such a troop to guard the imperial city when you have elite forces at your disposal?"

"Blue Eyes." Xiao Tunan finally sighed, "If I tell you some news, after you left, the military in Kyoto did not fall into chaos; they are still preparing for battle in an orderly manner. Would you still want to proceed like this?"

I would like to eat that kind of pancake again; this time I remember the name, it's called Tuqilu, right?" She smiled broadly, "You might as well make a few more at once; perhaps I will end up throwing up!"

Xiao Tunan's face was shrouded in a layer of pallor, and his gaze seemed to conceal a sharp dagger. Qing Tong smiled like a blooming flower as she met his eyes, her own gaze glimmering with cold light, showing no fear whatsoever

This meal was quite substantial, at least three times the usual portion that Qing Tong consumes.

Catching her breath, Qing Tong raised her head, only to reveal a smiling face, "Asule, I am hungry!"

The gleam in Qing Tong's eyes flashed, and in an instant, she believed. She trusted Asule's pride as she trusted herself. Such matters, he would not stoop to lie about. Her gaze gradually softened as she nodded at Xiao Tunan, "I believe."

With a smile in her green eyes, "Then I will probably have no appetite and not want to eat anything for about seven or eight days."

Xiao Tunan's eyes twitched, "You ... ... !"

Xiao Tunan rushed forward and grabbed her cheek, reaching in to pull the cake out of her mouth

I did not deceive you; your Sixteenth Guard Army is indeed not in disarray. Just yesterday, they even launched an assault on a citadel in Kyoto. " He let out a scoff through his nose, "It is a pity that I do not know which fool was in command, as they were repelled before even reaching the city walls.

A hint of joy suddenly flashed across Xiao Tunan's brow, but he concealed it well, quickly returning to his previous calm demeanor, and said: "Since you believe it now, do not cause any more trouble. You have just vomited everything you ate earlier; tell me what you want to eat now"

Xiao Tunan looked at her with a pale face and said, "Do you want to eat like this for every meal in the future? Should I only give you enough for you to eat?"

Qing Tong struggled fiercely, her teeth clenched tightly. While tearing at his hand, she desperately swallowed, and the entire large pancake was consumed by her. Then she coldly smiled and opened her mouth to show Xiao Tu Nan, saying: "Indeed, it is extremely delicious!"

The authority of the generals in the Sixteen Guards is greater than that of ordinary troops, and being so close to the capital, how can this force be balanced if it is also highly capable? As for combat effectiveness, it depends on who is in command. The Sixteen Guards are well-equipped, and she is confident that this army can rival the Iron Forest Army.

The force of this blow was particularly cunning and precise. Qing Tong suddenly bent over, retched once, and vomited all the pieces of the cake she had eaten, creating a scene of utter chaos. With cold sweat pouring down her face, she could only lean against the edge of the bed, gasping for breath

Qing Tong quickly turned around, facing away from him. Taking advantage of this brief moment, she stuffed the last piece of bread, about the size of a palm, entirely into her mouth. It choked her to the point of tears, yet she strained her neck, desperately trying to swallow it down.