Before Ling Mo Han could finish speaking, a pillow flew out, followed by the bedding and a few changes of clothes.
Feng Jin appeared at the door with a cold expression. "I am unwell, please excuse the young general and find somewhere else to rest."
"Feng Jin..."
*Bang!*
The door slammed shut. Ling Mo Han's proud nose collided with it. A sharp pain spread, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Ling Mo Han squatted by the door and knocked softly. "Open the door..."
"Greetings, young general!" A sudden shout from behind Ling Mo Han startled him. He turned his head with a grim expression.
"What are you doing here?"
The men were taken aback at first, but the leader quickly responded.
"Reporting to the young general, your subordinates are patrolling here."
"With your lazy and leisurely demeanor, you call this patrolling? All of you, run ten laps around the battlefield!"
Ling Mo Han shot them a sharp, fierce glance. The soldiers shivered in fear and then quickly scattered.
After they dispersed, Ling Mo Han was about to knock on the door again when he saw a troop of soldiers approaching. He quickly composed himself.
"Your subordinate greets the young general. We are under orders to guard outside the tent!"
Immediately, a troop of soldiers took up positions outside the large tent. Ling Mo Han's expression darkened, a cold smile playing on his lips.
If he found out who sent people to guard here, they would pay dearly.
Ling Mo Han was a man who valued his reputation and could not continue loitering outside the tent. He left sheepishly.
...
Gu Bei Chen had just finished washing up and lay down on the couch when the tent flap was violently kicked open from the outside. Ling Mo Han then appeared before him with a gloomy expression.
"What are you doing up so late at night?"
Startled by his sudden appearance, Gu Bei Chen replied with an unfriendly tone, "Looking at you, were you kicked out by Feng Jin?"
Given Feng Jin's temper, it was entirely possible. Considering Ling Mo Han's expression, Gu Bei Chen became even more convinced his guess was correct.
"Haha... So you have days like this too. Don't tell me you were kicked out with a swift kick... Haha... Ah... Ling Mo Han, what are you doing?!"
Ling Mo Han's face was ashen as he withdrew his kicked leg. His expression was incredibly grim. "Let you taste what it's like to be kicked out too!"
"You..." Gu Bei Chen clutched his throbbing backside, struggling to stand. He was sure his butt was swollen.
Ling Mo Han ignored Gu Bei Chen and lay down on the bed fully clothed. His large tent had been occupied by Feng Jin, so he couldn't return there tonight.
If he arranged for another large tent, it would surely arouse suspicion. Then everyone would know he had been kicked out by Feng Jin.
Therefore, he had no choice but to make do and share with Gu Bei Chen.
"You're not going back to your own tent and are staying here!"
Ling Mo Han glared at Gu Bei Chen as if he were an idiot. Hadn't he made his intentions clear enough? Couldn't Gu Bei Chen see?
"I'll just share with you for the night."
"Share..." Gu Bei Chen's eyelids twitched, and his lips involuntarily spasmed. "You're going to 'share'? This is my tent! I'm the one who's being inconvenienced!"
Ling Mo Han raised an eyebrow and looked at Gu Bei Chen with a sense of entitlement, full of provocation.
"You have the option to leave."
Gu Bei Chen took a deep breath, lest he be angered to death by Ling Mo Han.
"This Prince refuses to leave. I want to see who leaves today."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Bei Chen lunged at Ling Mo Han with all his might, delivering a powerful kick. Before he could even touch Ling Mo Han, he was kicked away.
"With your meager skills, you dare to show off in front of me!" Ling Mo Han sneered.
"Who do you think you are? This Prince lost to you because of my injury! Once I've recovered, we'll have a rematch, and I'll show you my prowess!"
Despite being beaten, Gu Bei Chen's verbal sparring skills remained sharp.
"I await your challenge anytime," Ling Mo Han said in a deep voice. He pulled back the covers and lay down, closing his eyes to rest.
Gu Bei Chen stood rooted to the spot, clad only in a thin undergarment. The cold wind blew, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.
The already narrow bed was completely occupied by Ling Mo Han, leaving no space for him.
Outside the tent, the wind was biting. Gu Bei Chen suppressed his humiliation and reluctantly took out a blanket to spread on the ground, resigned to making do for the night.
Feng Jin, who had witnessed Ling Mo Han's departure from her room, felt a surge of inexplicable anger.
Where could this scoundrel be at this late hour?
When Ling Mo Han still hadn't returned by midnight, Feng Jin's anger intensified. She tossed and turned restlessly on her bed, sleeping poorly all night.
The next morning, Feng Jin was awakened by the rustling sound and saw Ling Mo Han putting on his armor.
Feng Jin glared fiercely at the man who hadn't returned all night. He was clad in a pile of clanking metal. Didn't he find it tiring? It would serve him right if he got exhausted to death.
"You're awake. Get up and wash. The army is about to depart."
Feng Jin did not respond to Ling Mo Han's words. She merely turned her head away, ignoring him. She then got up, changed her clothes, and walked straight out.
"You..." Ling Mo Han's lips moved, but the words he wanted to say wouldn't come out. He could only watch Feng Jin walk past him. It had been a whole night, and she was still angry.
Feng Jin deliberately avoided walking with Ling Mo Han and boarded a grain transport cart. Having learned from her previous experience, Feng Jin took medication before boarding this time, and the dizziness was significantly reduced.
The quarrel between the two caused Lu Shi to suffer, acting as a messenger. "Young Madam, please come to the front with me. The mountain paths are difficult, and the cart is bumpy. Why don't you ride a horse with me?"
"I find the cart quite comfortable, and I don't know how to ride a horse."
Feng Jin bit into the large flatbread she was holding, as if in defiance. It tasted decent, but it was too dry. She had to drink several mouthfuls of water to swallow it.
"Young Madam, please be merciful and return with me. If you don't return, the young general will not spare me."
Lu Shi was on the verge of tears. The young general had given him strict orders: if he couldn't persuade the young madam to return, he would no longer be allowed to serve by his side and could go wherever he pleased.
"Go back and tell Ling Mo Han that I will never reconcile with him!"
She was absolutely not going to be deceived by Ling Mo Han's smooth talk again. She would stand her ground, even if it meant nothing to show for it.
"Young Madam..." Lu Shi pleaded and cajoled for a long time. Seeing that Feng Jin remained unmoved, he dejectedly went to report back to Ling Mo Han.
In less than fifteen minutes, Lu Shi rushed back in a panic. "Young Madam, the young general asks that you rest in the cart for a moment."