At that moment, A'xuan began to doubt his own charm. Back in Shang Han, he had been the dream husband of every woman in the kingdom.
A'xuan’s words were full of flaws, so Murong Yun’s first reaction upon hearing them was to roll her eyes.
What life‑and‑death bond? Sure, he can kill, but isn’t this guy the one who’d rather guard his donkey‑meat soup than help her fight?
And lastly, you—always hiding behind a mask, acting mysterious—who knows if you’re even good‑looking?
After thinking it through, Murong Yun actually felt that this snow‑robed youth of unknown identity gave her more security—how could that be?
Though she thought so, Murong Yun knew she must remain cautious. She stealthily loosened one hand from her staff and, without a sound, set it upon the youth’s snowy collar.
If he made the slightest move, she would let him understand what a human flowerpot was.
With this thought in mind, Murong Yun glanced at his collar, only to realize her hand was too filthy—it had already left a handprint of blood and black mud upon the snowy fabric.
Uh… Murong Yun quickly averted her guilty gaze, and that sense of familiarity returned once more.
She had no time to think, and her gaze met once more with A'xuan, who was watching her from the side with eyes full of disappointment and grievance, sighing all the while.
Murong Yun really wanted to say: Stop being so flirty—you’re practically breaking your legs with it. All this talk of carrying beauties and comparing looks… are you applying to be a male concubine here?
Everyone’s out here mixing with a disguise—so why are you pretending to be such a high‑profile big‑tailed wolf?
Li Su, acting as the transport, completely missed the exchange of glances between the two. After a brief panic, he relied on his remarkable composure to steadily recite the prepared speech.
If one overlooks the sudden cold sweat at his temples.
"I was sent by General Huayan. From afar, he saw strange omens over Liaozhou City and ordered me to come investigate first.”
"I saw how the young lady repelled the enemy army earlier. I could not simply watch her gravely injured and do nothing.”
In truth, Li Su’s words were full of flaws, but when the other two heard the name Huayan, they both became distracted.
Murong Yun thought: her cheap father was coming, and her disguise would be exposed.
A'xuan, however, worried that Huayan might see through his background. If his identity were exposed, what then? After all, Shanghan and Nanchu shared no real ties.
After Li Su finished speaking, he saw the two fall silent. Though he found it strange, he felt he had muddled through, and so he kept quiet.
For the moment, the three, each cloaked in disguise, under a strange calm, were welcomed back into the city by the soldiers of Liaozhou, who had been waiting for the return of the goddess of war.
"War God Lei, you’ve finally returned! Are you alright? Oh, this blood—make way, let the army doctor tend to the War God’s wounds first!"
A logistics soldier was the first to rush forward, clearing away the Liaozhou soldiers who tried to surround their idol, afraid of delaying Murong Yun’s treatment.
“Yes, yes, yes—everyone, make way! Where’s the stretcher? Bring it quickly!”
The soldiers scrambled to carry the Thunder War God, but in fighting over the stretcher they realized the snow‑robed youth had already borne her inside, never intending to use it.
They missed the chance and regretted not acting sooner!
Just as the crowd was eager to see if they could step forward to seize her, the youth suddenly turned his head, his refined, pale face carrying a frightening coldness.
“General Huayan is about to return to the city. Quickly repair the plank road.”
At these words, the soldiers rejoiced. Who was Huayan? He was the Huayan Army, the one who had long guarded Liaozhou’s bitter lands—the true god in their hearts!
Although Miss Lei is strong and formidable, compared to General Hua she still falls a little short.
Thus Murong Yun saw that the young soldiers, who a moment ago had crowded around her with concern, now all rushed to fetch tools to repair the plank road across the river, which had been torn down earlier to close the city.
Murong Yun… suddenly felt empty inside, as if she had gained something yet not, as though it were only an illusion.
Seeing this, A'xuan couldn’t help but laugh. Any thought of his identity being exposed vanished in an instant—why fret over what hasn’t yet come to pass?
This Miss Lei is so interesting—better to watch more of her amusing affairs.
“Miss Lei, it’s alright. In my heart, you are still more formidable than General Huayan.”
The ambiguous comfort made Murong Yun chuckle; she indicated she had received it, but did not need it.
And hearing the clear ‘Miss Lei,’ Li Su recalled the garrison generals’ titles like ‘War God Lei,’ and at last understood—Murong Yun had not disclosed her true identity to the people.
Though he did not understand, his identity was not fit to be revealed at this time, so he pretended to know nothing.
"By the way, young sir, I still don’t know your honorable name.”
A'xuan was not the aloof figure Murong Yun had first met; once familiar, she had already labeled him with tags like ‘overly familiar,’ ‘chatterbox,’ ‘mad,’ and ‘shameless flirt.’
Obviously, at this moment, instead of teasing her, A'xuan had fixed his gaze on the refined youth who was holding her.
Though she was curious, she thought that anyone at her father’s side—especially beside General Huayan, the capital‑letter righteous character—could not possibly be a bad person.
Moreover, though she did not know why, this person always gave her a familiar feeling. Even being held by him brought a strange peace. When she sniffed carefully, even the scent seemed… familiar?
Murong Yun sniffed the breath at her nose, unable to resist twitching it, wanting to smell a few more times.
Li Su, sensing the restlessness of the one in his arms, tightened his arm nervously and quickened his pace unconsciously.
"My name is Bai Yan."
"So it is Young Master Bai. Truly, a man as his name suggests—like clear winds and bright moon. Just by looking, he seems extraordinary."
Compared to the not‑yet‑grown Li Su, A'xuan was taller and stronger; without effort he caught up with Li Su’s pace, his mouth full of continuous praise.
Murong Yun could not understand how a single name could be praised with such flowery words.
It is said that the Five Element attributes are connected to the master’s personality. For example, Li Su, with the light attribute, loves wearing white, enjoys sunlight and moonlight, and all forms of light.
But as she saw it, A'xuan, though supposedly of the cold ice attribute, was not influenced at all—his extroverted, sociable nature remained intact.
Fortunately, Bai Yan’s speed was strong; quickly, following her directions, they arrived at the General’s mansion.
At last, she could finally get rid of A'xuan, that chatterbox.
When she saw the line at the back gate already serving porridge to the people of Liaozhou City, Murong Yun finally thought of a way to discreetly send A'xuan off.
“A'xuan, where is your donkey meat?”
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Murong Yun: "A'xuan, where is your donkey meat?"
A'xuan: "..."
For the first time in his life, the dream husband of Shang Han Kingdom was rendered speechless by a woman.
A'xuan: "Miss Lei, after everything we've been through, is donkey meat really all you remember about me?"
Murong Yun: "Of course not. I also remember you guarding it while I was fighting for my life."
A'xuan: "I WAS KEEPING IT SAFE!"
Bai Yan, who had remained silent all this time, suddenly spoke: "Is donkey meat really that important?"
Murong Yun nodded solemnly: "More important than certain comrades."
A'xuan clutched his chest: "Young Master Bai, don't listen to her! I'm actually a very dependable man!"
Bai Yan glanced at him: "Then perhaps you should depend on your donkey."
A'xuan: "..."
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