Chapter 7, Revenge, Coercion

At this moment, there is still a slight chill in the air. Yang Wawa drapes herself in a smoke-colored embroidered satin cloak, swaying gently as she walks past one felt tent after another. Zhen Er continuously introduces to her, saying this is the council tent, this belongs to such-and-such family, ... this is Jonah's tent, this is the stable, this is Niko's sleeping tent, this is Senan's tent ... When encountering acquaintances, Zhen Er also provides brief introductions, while she merely smiles lightly and nods gently.

Awakened by a nightmare, trembling, she quickly pulled up Xia Xin and fled the tent to avoid becoming cannon fodder. With her two years of experience serving the chieftain, she knew that the chieftain's anger had already risen to his throat, and his patience had reached its limit. The next moment would be an extremely dangerous time, like a blizzard ravaging the grasslands

She sighed, is he unable to bandage it or is he indifferent to this wound

Under the leadership of Zhen'er, we passed through several felt tents and arrived at the chief's dwelling. Ah, the chief's tent is indeed different; it is spacious and bright. In addition to the necessities of life, the decorations and furnishings are of a certain standard. On the left wall hangs a large, intricately carved hard bow, while the right wall displays three pelts: the pure and flawless white fox pelt, the wild and fierce tiger pelt, and the dazzling golden leopard pelt. In the center of the tent stands an ancient low square table accompanied by six matching wooden stools. The pure and flawless white fox pelt, the wild and fierce tiger pelt, and the dazzling golden leopard pelt. In the center of the tent stands an ancient low square table accompanied by six matching wooden stools

Overall, the chief's tent is solemn, wild, rugged, and embodies a typical tough-guy style

"Yes!" Zhen Er quickly lowered her head and agreed

He straightened his chest, kept his legs vertical, and gradually bent at the waist—he clenched his jaw tightly, his facial lines were so rigid that they seemed ready to snap at a tug, his complexion had darkened, and two small streams flowed down the sides of his face, resembling waterfalls cascading down.

She walked to his diagonal side, standing three steps away, poised and silent, with a calm and serene expression on her delicate face

Xia Xinhui's pupils dilated suddenly—she was unwilling to accept it, she wanted him dead, she sought revenge for her father, her father had died so tragically! With renewed strength, she drew out the dagger, and with a sharp sound, the friction between flesh and metal was strikingly abrupt and piercing

She stiffened, standing in place, only hearing the sound of the wooden bench moving and the steady footsteps. "If you dare to take a step forward, they will disappear forever!"

Her gaze swept over his right hand resting on his thigh—haphazardly wrapped in white cloth, yet already soaked with blood, a vivid red, shocking to behold; a deep gash revealed the tender flesh of his palm, clearly visible, evoking dread; the entire palm, including the fingers, was covered in blood, winding along the lines of the palm, forming streaks of blood like ravines, a sight too gruesome to endure

Xia Xin turned back with a smile, her gaze calm as water, almost lifeless and dull, yet faintly revealing a sense of unwillingness. Yang Wawa shouted loudly, "Xia Xin, you will be fine, trust me!"

Thus, shedding their clothes, each person entered a wooden tub, cleansing themselves with a bath to wash away all the filth and sweat.

Who will claim the deer? We shall wait and see

"How could a chief like you ask me such a foolish question!" As soon as the words left her mouth, she immediately regretted it; this was not the time to confront him. The most important thing was to ensure that Xia Xin was not in any danger to her life

"Can you do it?" She observed the changes in his facial expressions, capturing the shifts in his gaze, hoping to glean some information from them, to cleverly utilize it, or to align with his intentions to properly resolve the matter of Xia Xin attempting to assassinate him. However, she also understood that he was exceptionally shrewd; he would not engage in anything that did not serve his interests.

This is a horse farm, where there are dedicated individuals who take care of these horses. Zhen'er, noticing her furrowed brow and puzzled expression, continued to explain, "These horses are not like ordinary horses; they are warhorses, prepared to go to battle and fight the enemy"

Yang Wawa was utterly horrified, screaming in a high-pitched voice, "No! Xia Xin!"

Ah, I really want to take a shower again

Yu Jiang furrowed his brows, yet his expression remained calm and composed. He swiftly dodged to the left and right, evading Xia Xin's multiple attacks. Seizing the moment when her movements slowed, he accurately grasped her wrist and exerted a sudden force, causing her to grimace in pain, her features contorted, and the bronze dagger slipped from her hand.

As a proud son of the grasslands, how could he be defeated by a frail woman? Where is his face? Where is his dignity? In an instant, a surge of despair washed over him, a thought of death seemed preferable. The next moment, he suddenly leaped up, tearing at his throat, howling like a wild wolf, and charged out of the crowd, racing towards the vast grasslands, fleeing from the scornful gazes and mocking expressions of everyone around him

As expected, the short winter melon was enraged, its eyes wide open, filled with red blood vessels, "Do you dare to insult me?"

Although these three conditions are unfavorable to him, making it difficult for him to launch a conquering offensive, he believes that in due time, he will find her weaknesses. As long as he can observe her closely, he is certain he will uncover her fatal flaw

"What a nerve!" she exclaimed with lightning speed, a blend of fiery anger and icy coldness coexisting within her. A flush of red spread across her pale face, and her rage surged from the soles of her feet, causing her entire body to tremble. He had gone too far, his bullying was excessive. She would never agree to it, but—

Upon suddenly seeing thousands of magnificent horses, Yang Wawa's eyes sparkled with excitement, and a smile of joy adorned the corners of her mouth, "So many horses!"

Do you wish for me to let her go and no longer pursue this matter

Yang Wawa pulled Zhen Er back, signaling her not to bring up that bastard to intimidate them. Her beautiful eyes flickered, and she smiled sweetly, a cunning aura spreading through the air; she suppressed the surging anger in her heart, disdain and contempt directed at the short, fat man, "Shorty, what will it take for you to let her go"

Xia Xin was even more puzzled. Why did Brother Yang not save himself but instead chose to bet with them? Was he certain to win?

Two short winter melons also came over, filled with confusion yet brimming with confidence

The face of Mai Sheng was filled with guilt and self-reproach. He bent down and, lowering his head in apology, said, "Mai Sheng has arrived late, please punish me, Chief"

She coldly tugged at the corners of her lips and said, "Speak, what are your conditions?"

Xia Xin shook her head, the underlying color of her eyes suddenly turning sinister, her expression instantly becoming sharp. She raised the bronze dagger and, catching her off guard, thrust it fiercely towards her chest.

Yang Wawa was stunned and immobilized, the blood splattering on her cheeks, still carrying a warm breath

Zhen'er was also taken aback, looking at her in confusion, unable to believe that she would do such a thing. Over the past two or three days, her calmness, her beauty, her kindness and approachability, and her commanding presence had deeply shocked and captivated Zhen'er, making her involuntarily obey her, submit to her, and believe in everything she said and did. At this moment, Zhen'er's heart was in turmoil, worrying whether this gamble could be won

Upon hearing the delicate yet scolding voice, the two short and stout men stiffened, slowly turning around. As they opened their eyes to see a stunningly beautiful young woman, they were instantly captivated, their throats involuntarily moving up and down. Among them, the younger man displayed a lewd glint in his eyes, his face adorned with a lascivious grin, "Just in time, I was just worried about not being able to find a woman, and here you are, delivering yourself right to my doorstep"

Zhen'er chuckled, a hint of mockery evident on her face, "Miss, I believe they find it difficult to even walk!"

According to her request, he leaned closely against the wooden post, gazing ahead. Everyone widened their eyes, paying close attention to his every move, waiting to see his performance. They secretly speculated whether he would also do something akin to a dog eating feces.

Seeing this, the slightly older short winter melon already realized that she had been deceived. This was a gamble, a trap she had specifically set for them, knowing they would surely lose. Meeting her cold, mocking gaze, he understood that it was his turn to embarrass himself. He walked towards the wooden stake as if heading to the execution ground, his expression devoid of emotion, showing no fear

Yu Jiang strode in with his head held high, completely ignoring the charming figure before him who was trembling with anger, and sat down on the wooden stool where she had originally been seated.

Like drifting autumn leaves, Xia Xin swiftly retreated, her figure swaying lightly as she stumbled, ultimately falling to the ground

She suddenly stood up and quickly walked outside

In the blink of an eye, the short winter melon had already been kicked several times by her, retreating step by step, until he finally fell to the ground. He stood there in a daze, his head drooping, his brown eyes dull and lifeless, resembling a withered log. He felt both ashamed and angry, wishing he could kill her with a single blow, but he could not harm her; he had already lost, and he had lost terribly.

There were only two people in the tent, and she felt an invisible sense of oppression, heavy enough to make it hard to breathe. The most difficult time of the day had begun; the tent was airtight, stuffy and hot, her back was drenched in sweat, and her clothes were completely soaked.

"I dare say, you absolutely cannot bend down!" She scoffed with a cold snort, her face displaying a strong sense of mockery and sarcasm.

"Do not speak, shh—" He did not want to hear her negative response, did not want to listen. He only wanted the present, to rub against her smooth cheek, to embrace her delicate body enveloped in a faint fragrance, to feel her docility and softness, just like this... do not let go, until the end of time...

Yu Jiang gazed at her intently, her skilled movements, focused expression, gentle face, fragrant breath, and dazzling brilliance... Everything about her, her seamless charm, was stunning yet refreshing like a spring breeze, leaving him astonished, admiring, and captivated. Unbeknownst to him, his eyes turned gentle and profound, while his heart raced wildly.

"Of course she must be punished! Take her down and keep a close watch on her. No one is allowed to visit without my permission!" Yu Jiang instructed in a deep voice, completely ignoring the blood flowing from his palm. He looked at the bewildered Yang Wawa, and a glimmer of cunning suddenly appeared in his cold eyes, vanishing in an instant. "Zhen'er, take her to the tent."

He clearly remembers the expression on her face when she stated these three conditions, charming yet indifferent, proud yet distant. He knew that if he did not agree, given her personality, she would certainly resort to threatening her own life. She had already done such a thing during their first transaction; she was a resolute woman who dared to act, preferring death to being coerced

His facial muscles twitched violently, his eyes glaring fiercely, and he shouted through clenched teeth, "I will definitely win!"

Her gaze shifted to the other side—suddenly, she saw a disheveled woman rushing out from the horse camp, her clothes torn and in disarray, her right arm exposed, and her skirt ripped, revealing thighs as white as jade. She clutched at her torn clothing over her chest, running wildly as if mad, crashing about in a panic. When she turned her head in fear, she discovered the lascivious pursuer right behind her, and in a moment of fright, she fell to the ground like a dog eating feces

Never has there been a person, or an event, that could burn away her calmness and reason, except for this bastard whose temper is even more violent and worse than hers. Never has there been a person who made her so disgusted that she could not bear to be with him for even a moment

After finishing lunch, Zhen Er cleared the plates and wiped the wooden table clean. The two sat at the table and talked. From Xia Xin's narration, Yang Wawa learned that Xia Xin, as a war captive and slave, had been working at the horse farm. The four from Kuo Tian were also captured by the Hanmo tribe, but it was unclear whether they were being used as slaves or were imprisoned somewhere.

Whispers spread through the stifling air, as the onlookers began to chatter among themselves. It seemed that someone was saying, "Isn't it just a matter of squatting down to pick something up? Such a simple task, she is bound to lose." Others remarked, "This girl is too beautiful, like a fairy from the heavens; I have never seen anyone so stunning." More voices were drowned out in the clamor and uproar of the crowd.

Yang Wawa could not tolerate his commanding and brusque tone. All along, she had been the one giving orders and directing her subordinates. At this moment, she could only force herself to suppress her anger and watch the situation unfold. One word: endure; two words: endure again; three words: endure with all her might

Let her go!" She interrupted him decisively, her fair fingers pointing at Xia Xin, and two blazing flames surged in her beautiful eyes, the cold gaze she shot forth was even more severe

She pondered: He is not letting her leave, does he have something to say to her? Right, just in time, she has something to ask him! She cleared her throat twice, "Where are they? What have you done to them?"

I want to kill you!" Xia Xin raised a dark bronze dagger high and frantically stabbed at him, continuously, again and again

She grabbed Xia Xin's arm and asked anxiously, "How are you?"

Chief! Two exclamations pierced through the tense and oppressive atmosphere

Yang Wawa caught the subtle ripples in his gaze, immediately averting her eyes, her cheeks flushed with a burning heat, becoming even more tender and rosy

Everyone was shouting and cheering loudly: Give up, give up. You are too fat, you definitely won't be able to pick it up. Don't embarrass yourself any further, hurry back and brush the horse.

No! He simply denied it, turning his gaze away, no longer looking at her. He could not bear to see the pain and hesitation etched on her brow, and even more so, he did not want to be tempted by the alluring gaze she deliberately displayed. He absolutely could not show any weakness; dealing with her required all his effort and a heightened sense of vigilance.

He slightly shifted his body, moving away from the table. Just before she turned to leave, he reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back with force, positioning her securely on his thigh with her back to him. His large hands grasped her delicate wrists, holding her petite form tightly.

She summoned the last bit of her strength and shouted, "Let me go!"

He chuckled silently, continuing to drink water, one cup after another, no longer paying her any attention

She nodded slightly, contemplating a key factor in the escape plan: it was essential to steal horses. Well, there was something to do tonight—familiarize herself with the horse farm and select a steed

Yang Wawa recognized that it was that bastard's voice, and said to Zhen'er, "Tell him that I am taking a nap and he cannot come in!"

Yu Jiang sat on a wooden stool, his face clouded with darkness, his expression shifting like rolling black clouds, a harbinger of an impending storm. He dismissed Zhen Er and the two maidservants, pouring himself a drink from the table and drinking alone.

On the morning of the third day, Yang Wawa felt restless and decided to take a stroll around, while also surveying the surroundings to prepare for her escape. She tactfully told Zhen'er that she felt stifled staying in the tent and wanted to go out for a walk. Zhen'er smiled sweetly and said it was no problem, and she could guide her.

The expression of her worry and the gaze of her guilt all fell into his eyes, stirring his heart with a wave of emotion, "There is no powder."

This move is truly remarkable

The laughter, like a tide, erupted thunderously over the grassland. The onlookers were filled with scornful mockery, with sounds of derision, amusement, sarcasm, and curses, all incessantly ringing in the air

Alright, I will go first! The younger, shorter winter melon rolled up its sleeves and boldly stepped forward, standing straight with its back to the wooden post.

Yang Wawa was greatly shocked; it was Xia Xin

The short winter melon flashed a brilliant smile at everyone, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. Then, he gradually bent down his plump and heavy waist; in an instant, he suddenly bent down, picked up a cloth—his whole body resembled a dog eating feces, with his face down, limbs outstretched, lying on the ground, like a living fat cockroach

Yang Wawa sighed deeply, gently embraced her, and tenderly patted her frail shoulders, comforting her, "Cry, go ahead and have a good cry, but you must not cry tomorrow, okay?" Her tone was so gentle that it made one feel weak in the knees. "From now on, you will be my sister, and I will be your elder sister. We will rely on each other for our lives. What do you think? Wherever I am, you will be there too. I will never leave you until you get married and live happily with the one you love, alright?"

As she finished speaking, she walked straight towards Xia Xin, just about to grasp Xia Xin's wrist, when she suddenly became aware of a fierce gust of wind rushing in from the right, extremely sinister. She quickly turned her head and caught sight of a slightly younger, short and stout figure charging over, attempting to seize Xia Xin.

He spoke with a captivating tone, "Don't move, or you'll have to help me bandage it again!" Sensing that she obediently ceased her resistance and quieted down, he knew such an opportunity was rare. He said in a low voice, "Just for a moment, alright?"

He is indifferent to her mockery, only appreciating her wit and provocative demeanor even more. If she were to lower herself and plead with him, he would consider letting Xia Xin off the hook, as long as it benefits him. Indeed, he enjoys transactions, or rather, he will go to any lengths to obtain something; to possess her and make her submit, he would stop at nothing

Yang Wawa extended her slender jade-like fingers, leisurely pointing at Xia Xin, her tone remarkably calm, "She is the wager! If I win, she must come with me, and you must not go back on your word; if I lose, she will be at your disposal, and I will not go back on my word either"

She felt a chilling breeze permeating the air; he was so inexplicable, fluctuating between warmth and cold, what was he being so stubborn about! She pouted, retorting to him with a stiff dissatisfaction, "It has nothing to do with you!"

She let out a scream, enraged by his frivolity and intrusion, struggling desperately; a warm breath brushed against her ear, causing an unbearable tingling sensation.

He slowly bent his waist, leaning slightly forward, and then immediately straightened his body; he bent down again and straightened up; this repeated several times. His face was flushed dark red, his brows were tightly furrowed, his whole body was tense, and he was drenched in cold sweat, with two streams of sweat trickling down the sides of his forehead, dripping onto the grass.

Stop! he shouted fiercely, yet his voice was laced with a thick coldness

Yang Shenxue! A call came from outside the tent, the steady and magnetic voice carrying a hint of urgency, "Yang Shenxue!"

He stared at her, his gaze sharp as lightning, his deep voice suppressing his displeasure, "Zhen'er, take her to another tent to rest."

The slightly older short winter melon was thoroughly enraged, its body trembling uncontrollably, shaking with anger, the muscles in its face twitching violently up and down, gritting its teeth and saying, "You are seeking death!"

Yang Wawa walked up to him, a hint of indifference shining through her leisurely demeanor, "So, have you admitted defeat?"

Two short and stout men awkwardly pulled her up, carrying her while laughing and heading towards the cavalry camp

Yang Wawa felt a sense of unease, forcibly pulling Xia Xin to sit down. She then walked up to him, her face cold, and a chilling aura emanated from her bright eyes. "You are not welcome here, please leave immediately"

She rolled her eyes, stood up, and walked towards the felt bed with an air of nonchalance and familiarity. After a while, she hurried back, holding a long strip of cloth, which she placed on the table. Next, she brought a damp cloth from the washstand, carefully unwrapped the blood-stained strip, and gently wiped it with the damp cloth, trying to avoid the deep wound until her palm returned to its original skin color. Finally, she folded the long strip and wrapped it around his hand, her movements gentle, securing it tightly and neatly. She carefully unwrapped the blood-stained strip, then gently wiped it with the damp cloth, trying to avoid the deep wound until her palm returned to its original skin color. Finally, she folded the long strip and wrapped it around his hand, her movements gentle, securing it tightly and neatly.

Xia Xin trembled in fear, retreating to Zhen Er's side

"How do you want me to deal with her?" His facial features relaxed, his expression became frivolous, and his tone was nonchalant, starkly contrasting with his previous demeanor

Her bright eyes sparkled, and her captivating gaze swept over the two grooms. She slightly parted her lotus-like lips and said, "A bet is a bet; you cannot go back on your word"

"Chief!" Zhen'er exclaimed in astonishment, quickly stepping aside, her frail body trembling.

All the oxygen in her lungs was taken away by him, and unable to breathe normally, in addition to feeling soft and powerless, she felt dizzy in her mind, her lips unconsciously parted, yearning for a breath of air. Unintentionally, a soft and hot tongue darted into her mouth, intertwining with her delicate tongue, wild as fire, burning fiercely. In an instant, her mind was struck by a flash of electricity, sparks flying.

He picked her up and gently placed her on the wooden bench, ensuring she sat comfortably. Watching her breathe deeply, a satisfied and indulgent smile unconsciously appeared on his dark face, resembling a cat that had caught its prey. Feeling a pang of tenderness, he reached out to gently stroke her back

A deathly silence. Everyone knows who the victor and the vanquished are

Alright, I will just do a simple bandaging. To ensure a quick recovery, it is essential to apply medicinal powder or herbs to the wound. Before the wound scabs over, avoid contact with water, remember that!" She chattered on, as if speaking to a small child, with tenderness, warmth, and a hint of playfulness

Mai Sheng glanced at Yang Wawa, then quickly left; following that, two guards hurriedly assisted Xia Xin in departing.

She quickly stepped forward and shouted fiercely, "Stop!"

Not far away, on the lush green grass, a plump steed lowers its head, grazing on the tender green grass, emitting a low and gentle neigh. There are pure white, black, blue, and brown horses, as well as mixed coats, all of which are exceptionally beautiful and magnificent

She quietly noted some important geographical locations and transportation routes, looking around to familiarize herself with the terrain and environment to the greatest extent possible. What had happened to Kuo Tian and the others, and what about Xia Xin? That bastard probably wouldn't kill them; there was no need for it. Moreover, if they were dead, he would have no leverage against her. As shrewd as he was, how could he be so foolish? With this in mind, she firmly believed that Kuo Tian and the others, along with Xia Xin, were still alive. The key was to find out where they were being held.

The onlookers quickly stepped back, leaving a large open space to avoid any unintended injuries from the fight. They all stared wide-eyed, fixated on the intense spectacle of the brawl. The stout and fierce horseman, strong yet clumsy, moved slowly; while the delicate and petite woman, agile and swift, launched her attacks with seemingly endless energy

Having spoken, she looked at them coldly, provoking their dignity as men of the prairie

Wait! She blocked Zhen'er and Xiaxin, walked to his diagonal side, and glared at him with fury—if looks could kill, she would have torn him to pieces by now. She raised her voice and shouted, "Get out!"

Upon realizing this, she became even more despondent, losing the courage to continue living

Two simple words, yet they weigh heavily, making it hard to breathe. She lowered her eyelids, pursed her cherry lips, and her mind raced quickly. In the next moment, her gaze shifted, and she immediately had an idea—given the current situation, the only way forward was to retreat strategically. She lifted her smooth cheek, her eyes clear and bottomless, "I agree, but we must establish three rules!"

The slightly older short winter melon stared at her unblinkingly, a gleam of determination shining in his brown eyes. "How do we place the bet? What are the stakes?"

At the moment the words were spoken, she swiftly turned and left him

He reacted swiftly, standing up to grasp her wrist, pulling her sharply. With his right hand, he secured her soft waist, while his left hand pressed against the back of her head, disregarding her struggles, holding her tightly as if he wanted to merge her into his own body, becoming one!

Her delicate features twisted in an ungraceful manner as she thought of A Cheng. She could not continue like this, could not betray A Cheng. In other words, she did not want to have any entanglements or connections with any man other than A Cheng, and she had to leave as soon as possible

With a dull thud, heavy and oppressive, he knelt on the ground, his arms propped up on the grass, trembling slightly, veins bulging as if the blood within them was about to burst forth; his back arched like a bow, his clothes completely soaked, enough to wring out water.

Yang Wawa felt a painful pressure in her entire chest, as if it were about to explode at any moment; she wanted to scream, to kill him, or to escape far away, never to be entangled again. She silently shouted in her heart, and in the next moment, she was astonished to feel a cold wind rush past her side, like a whirlwind passing through, and in the blink of an eye, a shadow flashed by, resembling a ghost.

Is it really that simple? The two short melons shouted out simultaneously, as if they were deeply afraid that she might change her mind.

Yang Wawa threw the silk handkerchief on the ground, about a step's length away from the wooden post, raised her eyebrows arrogantly, scanned the entire area, and finally directed a mocking gaze at the two short figures, "It's very simple, listen carefully. Your entire body must be pressed against the wooden post, especially your back and heels, with no gaps allowed; then, bend down to pick up the handkerchief on the ground. Note that when you bend down, your thighs must not bend; if they bend even slightly, you lose. If you fall to the ground, even if you pick up the handkerchief, you still lose. According to these requirements, if either of you picks up the handkerchief, I lose. Your entire body must be pressed against the wooden post, especially your back and heels, with no gaps allowed; then, bend down to pick up the handkerchief on the ground. Note that when you bend down, your thighs must not bend; if they bend even slightly, you lose. If you fall to the ground, even if you pick up the handkerchief, you still lose. According to these requirements, if either of you picks up the handkerchief, I lose. Do you understand?"

The younger man released Xia Xin, took three steps forward, and with a lewd and lascivious expression that was nauseating, he smirked and said, "We just won't let go, what can you do about it?"

Yang Wawa's shock was no less than his; he could not understand why Xia Xin wanted to kill him, and he stood there in a daze, unsure of how to react. In the next moment, he rushed over, and she understood, but she knew that Xia Xin was not his opponent at all, and she was even more unwilling to let her die in vain

Xia Xin choked with emotion, twisting her eyelashes as she looked at her, nodding slightly

He gently closed his eyes, softly caressing her beautiful hair, the nape of her neck, and her profile, while deep within his gaze surged a profound undercurrent of desire. A dreamy expression spread across his relaxed face. "Shen Xue, tell me, are you worried about the wounds on my hands, aren't you? Hmm?"

Zhen'er lifted the curtain and walked in, directing several big men to carry in two large wooden barrels. Then, she prepared the bathing items, walked over, and softly said, "Miss, everything is ready; you can take a bath now"

Come here! A faint anger was evident in the cold,沉 voice.

Yu Jiang sat down on another wooden stool, spreading her legs apart, exuding an imposing presence. She filled a cup with cool water and was just about to lift it when, unexpectedly, she snatched it away first, taking the cup from her. With her neck tilted back, she had already gulped down the entire cup of cool water.

Zhen'er felt a tightness in her heart, bravely stepping forward, glaring at them with fierce eyes, and said with great seriousness, "Do you know who I am? Do you know who she is? You better find out clearly, otherwise, you won't even know how you died!"

Yang Wawa woke up and saw two burly guards holding Xia Xin. She noticed Zhen Er standing at the entrance of the tent, with a look of panic on her face, completely bewildered and unaware of what had happened.

Zhen'er closely followed behind, and although she was quite curious about the bet she proposed, she believed that her actions must surely serve a purpose

Yu Jiang's face was cold, and his dark, bright pupils were filled with a chilling aura; he raised his crimson right hand and swiftly struck down heavily on Xia Xin's shoulder

He turned his gaze back, raised an eyebrow slightly, and wore a look of confusion, "Three rules of engagement?"

The dagger was drenched in blood, a terrifying crimson.

He appeared lazily relaxed, which was quite infuriating! She took a deep breath, dragged over a wooden stool, sat down stiffly, and stared at him intently. With her smoky, misty eyes blinking and glancing, she smiled gently and calmly said, "Is there no other condition besides this?"

"What about the bet?" The slightly older short and stout man looked at the beautiful woman, whose face displayed only mockery and an incredible calmness. Who exactly was she? He had never seen her before. Could she be a captive of the Gas tribe? It must be so; the people of the Gas tribe must be taught a good lesson!

As a chieftain, he is well aware of the techniques and timing involved in coercing others. When dealing with her, he possesses ample leverage and patience. "So, does that mean you won't agree? It doesn't matter; you can leave now!"

She struggled desperately in the limited space, her arms flailing wildly, and then she began to strike his body fiercely, leaving no part untouched that she could reach. The combination of suffocation and struggle drained her strength significantly, and before long, she was panting heavily, her arms hanging limply and powerless.

She agreed to live in his tent; he promised her to abide by her three rules: first, the felt bed marked the boundary, and he could not cross it; second, he could not touch her even a little; third, each would do their own thing and not interfere in the other's affairs

She pushed Xia Xin away with one hand and fiercely attacked his left shoulder with the other, attempting to separate the two. Instead of retreating, Xia Xin advanced, seizing the opportunity while he was distracted by her. She thrust the knife violently into his chest. He had no time to evade, and could only grip the glinting, sharp dagger with one hand. Immediately, crimson blood seeped from his palm, winding down and falling to the ground in drops, a faint metallic scent pervading the stifling air, thick enough to suffocate.

Since that bastard Yu Jiang has not restricted her actions, why should she not take the opportunity to quickly familiarize herself with her surroundings? Thus, she tidied up a bit and stepped out with Zhen Er to breathe in the fresh air

Zhen'er let out a sigh, smiled helplessly, and turned to walk out of the tent. Just as she was about to lift the curtain, unexpectedly, the curtain was already raised high, and then a tall and strong man walked in.

He did not turn his head and coldly said, "What is their relationship with you?"

The short winter melon was taken aback, not expecting the agility of this stunning woman, nor anticipating her use of such a vicious move. In a fit of anger and humiliation, he quickly dodged to the left, attempting to slice at her thigh with his hand, only to find that her thigh was as nimble as a snake, swiftly changing direction and kicking towards his abdomen with great force

The corners of her mouth held a faint smile, exuding a sense of tranquility, and her eyes revealed an unmistakable confidence in her assured victory

Yang Wawa pointed to his feet, resembling an instructor, and said solemnly, "Move your heels in a bit more, yes, just like that. Once you are ready, you can bend down to pick up the handkerchief!"

Xia Xin suddenly stood up, trembling uncontrollably, her small hands tightly clenched, sharp nails digging deeply into the tender flesh of her palms. Her eyes were vacant and horrified, wide open, firmly locking onto him—the enemy who had killed her father

At this moment, the grooms in the horse camp noticed the unusual situation and gathered around. The nearby villagers also strolled over in small groups; gradually, more and more people gathered, surrounding the entrance of the horse camp. The temperature suddenly soared, whether due to the crowd, the sun's rays, or the eerie and oppressive atmosphere, the grassland became increasingly hot, suffocatingly dense and stifling.

She was overjoyed, haha, this method of provocation really never fails! She asked Zhen'er for a silk handkerchief, and with unwavering focus, she swept past them, walking to a wooden post at the entrance of the horse camp

She sighed heavily, wondering what to do next. How would he deal with Xia Xin? What was the purpose of going to the tent? Never mind, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, and take it as it comes!

Her body shook violently; he too was rigid, trembling, and conflicted

Awkwardness Silence Coldness

He was stunned, staring at her intently: her expression was so adorable, with the charm of a delicate young girl, and an enchanting innocence. His eyes blinked not once, filled with laughter, and deep within his bright eyes, there was a surging tide of excitement and joy.

Xia Xin was stunned, staring blankly at Yang Wawa, her pupils dilated, tears glistening in her eyes, radiating a faint light, exuding a sense of deep resentment. She did not understand why Brother Yang would do this; did Brother Yang no longer care about her... Brother Yang...

Upon hearing this, Zhen'er immediately ran towards Xia Xin, grabbed her, and was about to head outside, as if any delay would result in their utter demise

A hoarse and magnetic voice, with a captivating and steady tone, "You care about me, you feel sorry for me, don't you? Tell me, hmm?"

Yang Wawa approached the two individuals, her delicate fingers reaching towards his chest, attempting to force him to relent. He narrowed his cold eyes and shot her a sidelong glare, swiftly retreating to evade her grasp, and in one motion, pulled Xia Xin over, holding her against his chest; in the next moment, he released Xia Xin and gave her a push on the back—resulting in the two women embracing each other.

Yang Wawa gritted her teeth, not wanting to stay in the same tent with him at all, and truly wished to leave immediately; thus, she coldly dropped a remark, "I have never seen someone so shameless as you"

She squinted her cold eyes, a sinister aura coalescing at the corners, filled with even more disdain. "Am I wrong to scold? Are you very thin? I am quite curious, with both of you being so fat, can you bend down?"

His shoulders twitched slightly, and he let out a cold snort through his nose, "Of course, it has nothing to do with me; it only concerns you!"

The seeds of anger crackled and surged, instantly rising and rushing into the chest cavity. In every interaction, they were at odds with each other, swords drawn and tensions high, with life and death concealed within their fury and calmness. If one side relaxed even slightly, blood would splatter. It was either he threatening her or she coercing him; even in the most intimate and passionate moments, the battlefield between them was ever-changing, with passion entwined with violence and intensity permeated by a chilling coldness

As he finished speaking, he strode out of the tent, thick frost clinging to his broad shoulders

Zhen'er hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back. She shot a cold glare, signaling Zhen'er to hurry. Zhen'er forcefully met her intimidating gaze, feeling an invisible sense of pressure. Indeed, this girl, who seemed like a celestial being descended to earth, always exuded a kind of awe-inspiring dominance that instilled fear in others. There was an intangible, silent pressure that could be felt but not grasped, compelling people to unconsciously submit to her. Indeed, this girl, who seemed like a celestial being descended to earth, always exuded a kind of awe-inspiring dominance that instilled fear in others. There was an intangible, silent pressure that could be felt but not grasped, compelling people to unconsciously submit to her.

The sun has risen high, casting brilliant rays across the vast grassland, resembling a layer of sparkling gold scattered everywhere, dazzling and eye-catching. The air is filled with the fragrance of dew and fresh grass, refreshing and enchanting, creating a sense of tranquility and delight in the midst of it all.

With a swift right step, she raised her foot and kicked towards his vital area with astonishing precision. Pain shot through his fingertips, and with no other choice, he abruptly withdrew his hand, sidestepping, and once again extended his venomous claws to grip Xia Xin's right shoulder. Enraged, her eyes turned icy and terrifying, her chin lifted in a shadowy smile, she tensed her foot, aimed at the crucial area of his lower body, and with a swift motion, kicked fiercely, as fast as lightning, fierce and powerful, like an arrow shooting forth.

"Damn it!" Her tone was exceptionally harsh and fierce; anger surged within her chest, hissing and crackling as if it were about to explode at any moment. Her dark, beautiful eyes emitted a piercing light, sharp enough to penetrate their bodies, as if she wanted to tear them apart mercilessly

His voice was like a whisper, soft yet profound, deeply hypnotic, enticing her. She couldn't help but nod gently.

The two individuals engaged in a game of charades, yet both were very clear about each other's meanings, as well as the person being discussed—Kuo Tian's four bodyguards

She unceremoniously swatted his hand away, her demeanor stiff and fiery. In her anger, she thought: this is already the second time, there will definitely not be a third. What made her even more humiliated and furious was that both times she had been left dizzy, trembling all over, and feeling weak from his kisses. Was it his exceptional kissing skills, or was she simply too debauched, succumbing to him?

The younger, shorter figure strode forward with a fierce intensity, as if ready to unleash a torrent of anger that would reduce her to ashes, and exclaimed, "What if I were to bend down?"

His dark eyes suddenly narrowed, his cheeks tightened, and the sharply defined corners of his lips burst forth with a devilish tone, "Aren't you leaving yet?"

A flurry of spittle erupted from the crowd; the cacophony shattered the stifling air above!

Yang Wawa felt a surge of anger, her cold gaze slanting to the side, casting a sideways glance at the visitor. Her tone was quite unfriendly, "It seems I did not invite you in!"

He was worried about her and got hurt for her sake! It was for her that he rushed over recklessly, that he found himself in a passive position, and that he allowed Xia Xin to take advantage of the situation. Thinking of this, she felt a bit uncomfortable and couldn't help but feel guilty, "Do you have any powder for treating wounds? I can help you bandage it up!"

He was startled and his heart trembled greatly. Without a moment's thought, he rushed forward and seized Xia Xin's right arm. Little did he know, Xia Xin's intention was not focused on the wine; she forcefully withdrew her attack on Yang Wawa and instead aimed her strike at her father's murderer

The older man appeared somewhat flustered, but how could he be intimidated by a frail woman? What a joke! He then forced himself to remain calm and said, "If you meddle any further, don't blame us—"

Xia Xin and Zhen Er could not help but laugh as well

Seeing his astonished expression, she felt a bit embarrassed, slightly raised her chin, and pouted her rosy lips, "This cup is mine, you cannot drink it!"

Junhao's face loomed down, his two warm and moist lips pressing against her soft, delicate lips, enveloping them tightly, sucking, entwining, teasing, as his agile tongue fiercely attacked her closed lips, seeking to breach her defenses. He narrowed his dark, turbulent eyes, a wicked smirk appearing at the corners, and with a sudden tightening of his right hand, she found herself pressed against him.

However, the next three nights of sharing the same bed yet sleeping apart were distinctly separate and non-intrusive, with the two individuals coexisting peacefully.

The short winter melon, lying on the ground, scrambled to its feet in a fluster, its face covered in dirt, head bowed low, and eyes as dull as dead ashes. It did not understand why it had charged forward, nor why its body was beyond its control

Xia Xin sat at the edge of the felt bed, having already stopped her tears, sobbing intermittently. Her delicate brow was frozen in sorrow, with circles of residual redness around her eyes, and her face, stained with tears, was as pale as snow, making her sad expression all the more strikingly beautiful. She knew that in this world, her only relative had already departed, returning to the gods and ancestors, leaving her to face the days ahead all alone. Moreover, the Yang brother she admired had vanished, replaced by the stunningly beautiful Yang sister. She knew that in this world, her only relative had already departed, returning to the gods and ancestors, leaving her to face the days ahead all alone. Moreover, the Yang brother she admired had vanished, replaced by the stunningly beautiful Yang sister.

A fleeting glimmer of cold light flashed in her bright eyes; it was momentary. She smiled gently, warm and inviting, "Shall we make a bet, how about it?"

Everyone immediately fell silent; in an instant, the stifling air was permeated by a hint of solemnity, the atmospheric pressure was very low, and the tension in the atmosphere was palpable

Yu Jiang stood at the entrance of the tent, exuding an aura of confidence and authority; in an instant, the spacious sleeping quarters felt oppressive and stifling. Junhao's broad face, chiseled like it was carved from stone, displayed sharp angles; his thick beard outlined the perfect curve of his lips, fully revealing a masculine presence; his medium-length black hair fell freely, enhancing his wild, unrestrained, and aloof demeanor.

His gentle embrace and tender whispers gradually enchanted her; the scorching breath sprayed on the back of her neck, tingling, fiery, instantly spreading throughout her body; his intense warmth continuously transmitted to her, combined with the high temperature, made her feel as if she were burning all over, with sweat pouring down her back like a torrential rain, "No—don't do this..."

She let out a cold snort, "Is that so? Then you may continue!"

Her seething anger perfectly showcased her innate dominance, causing the two men to involuntarily gasp in shock, a sense of unease creeping into their hearts. Xia Xin turned her head and saw Yang Wawa, desperately struggling and crying out hoarsely, "Let me go! Brother Yang, save me!"

I am increasingly appreciating you!" He chuckled softly, his deep voice filled with magnetism and strength. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her righteous demeanor and cold temperament, stirring his emotions. "Starting today, you will stay in this tent until the wound on my hand heals!"