Back in Yingzhong Commandery, after dismissing everyone, Ling Mohan pulled Feng Jin directly into the room.
"What are you doing?"
As soon as Feng Jin spoke, her red lips were blocked. The coolness on the man's lips slowly eroded her.
Feng Jin, regaining her senses, quickly dodged the man's aggressive advances.
"I'm pregnant now, don't mess around."
Feng Jin covered her lower abdomen with her hands and took a step back, consciously maintaining a distance from Ling Mohan.
Ling Mohan glared fiercely at Feng Jin. She knew she was pregnant now and cared about the child in her womb.
Where was that spirit when she opposed him, even threatening with the child in her womb?
"Rest here obediently. The doctor will be here soon to check your pulse."
Ling Mohan pressed Feng Jin onto the bed, not allowing her to move around randomly. If she continued to struggle like this, the condition of the child in her womb would remain unclear.
If she continued to act up, would the child be alright?
"I've noted it. Be careful when you're busy."
Feng Jin was truly terrified by this incident and still had lingering fear. She took a small crossbow from her cosmetic box and tied it to the man's wrist.
"I've put thirty-three silver needles in here, each one soaked in poison. Take it with you for self-defense."
"My wife is indeed thoughtful and considerate. This husband is deeply moved."
"Stop talking nonsense. Be careful with everything."
Feng Jin was thoroughly annoyed by his demeanor and just wanted Ling Mohan to get out of her sight quickly.
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"Reporting to the Young General, your subordinate was patrolling around Yingzhong Commandery and encountered ambushes several times. Fortunately, they were all captured and imprisoned here. We request the Young General's decision."
Ling Mohan's gaze swept over the bound individuals before him, an undisguised murderous intent in his eyes. If they had ambushed him, he wouldn't have fallen off the cliff, and Feng Jin wouldn't have risked her life to find him. All this was thanks to them.
Even death would not absolve them of their sins.
"Drag them away and execute them!" Ling Mohan's thin lips uttered the words devoid of emotion, filled with killing intent.
"Your subordinate obeys!"
Lu Shi acknowledged and dragged all the rebels away. The empty training ground immediately echoed with piercing wails, followed by the spread of a bloody scent.
"Young General, they have all been executed!" Lu Shi's right cheek bore faint streaks of blood, and the bloodthirsty glint in his eyes had not yet faded.
"Issue an order to all three armies: kill any rebel soldiers encountered. Leave no survivors!"
Ling Mohan had already decided to kill. His aura was oppressive, and the words "do not approach" were almost written on his face.
Yingzhong Commandery was instantly enveloped in a tense atmosphere. Families closed their doors, everyone fearing involvement with the rebels.
Feng Jin recuperated in her room for two days, and no one disturbed her. She even enjoyed a rare period of leisure, and the fatigue of the past few days had significantly subsided.
Confined to her room all day, she only ate and drank. Although she didn't have to worry about anything, she felt stifled. Moreover, Feng Jin was always concerned about the patients. Although the symptoms of the plague had been completely eradicated, the subsequent recovery would still take time.
She pestered Ling Mohan for nearly two hours before he finally relented, agreeing to let her go out for a few hours.
Having received the special permission, Feng Jin was immediately energized. She quickly changed her clothes and hurried out.
It would have been even better if the tail following behind her wasn't so bothersome.
Feng Jin glanced at Ling Mohan, who was closely following her, and felt completely awkward. She felt much more constrained in doing anything.
"Aren't you busy in your military camp?" Feng Jin asked cautiously.
Before Ling Mohan could answer, Feng Jin eagerly said, "If you're busy, you should go back to the camp first. I'll come back as soon as you're done, I promise I won't wander off."
"I'm not busy!" Ling Mohan's thin lips parted, and he uttered the words one by one.
"It's good that you're not busy... that's good..."
Feng Jin said sheepishly, a slightly awkward smile on her lips. Communicating with Ling Mohan truly required a very strong capacity to endure.
Since she couldn't get rid of him, Feng Jin could only try her best to ignore his presence.
However, Ling Mohan's presence was too powerful, attracting countless admiring glances wherever he went. Whispers immediately arose from the surroundings.
Even the usually reserved Xiao Niang's face flushed with an inexplicable blush upon seeing Ling Mohan, and she lowered her head, not daring to look up.
With her innate intuition, Feng Jin instantly sensed a potential danger. Possessively, she linked her arm with his, her body unconsciously leaning towards Ling Mohan. It was a rare display of intimacy.
Ling Mohan quite enjoyed Feng Jin's display at this moment. He cooperated with Feng Jin with great effort, constantly adding his own performance, occasionally murmuring in Feng Jin's ear or tidying her hair.
It was evident that these unsolicited additions earned him a rather contemptuous look from Feng Jin.
"Behave yourself, or else..." Feng Jin tiptoed and threatened him fiercely in his ear.
"My wife, your husband is cooperating with you. Don't forget, you were the one who threw yourself into my arms just now. You can't blame me for this."
Ling Mohan then put on a pitiful and wronged expression, appearing truly innocent.
"You..."
He cornered her with these words, leaving Feng Jin speechless. Feng Jin forced a smile, her eyes full of threats. If it weren't for the presence of others, she would have punched him to the ground long ago.
Feng Jin quickly checked on the patients and, upon confirming their recovery, pulled Ling Mohan away.
She really couldn't stand the way those women looked at Ling Mohan, like famished wolves spotting food, their eyes shining with greed. It made her feel utterly uncomfortable.
"Why are you running so fast? Are you done with your work?"
Feng Jin stopped and gave Ling Mohan a sidelong glance. He was doing it on purpose, asking what he already knew.
Feng Jin stood up and moved closer to Ling Mohan, a meaningful smile playing on her lips. "You're quite good at talking nonsense with your eyes open now?"
"I'm genuinely concerned about you. Saying that really hurts my feelings!"
"Shut up. If you say one more word, don't follow me anymore!"
Feng Jin's head was about to explode from his nagging. He was so annoyingly talkative now, comparable to Gu Beichen.
Ling Mohan frowned slightly. Was he talking too much? He didn't think so. It must be Feng Jin's illusion.
As soon as they returned to the yamen, Feng Jin smelled a strong medicinal odor, which immediately made her feel nauseous.