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After being splashed by Zhong Xue, Ji Xun hurried back to change his clothes. He couldn't tell if it was just his imagination, but he felt as though people were pointing at him wherever he went. Even San Chun looked astonished with her mouth agape. This made him even more annoyed, and he harbored a deep resentment towards Zhong Xue, wanting nothing more than to leave Wei Kingdom.
After changing his clothes, he ordered someone to call Zhong Yi and instructed him to pack their belongings in preparation for returning to Zhao Kingdom.
Zhong Yi hesitated and said, "Doctor Lu instructed that the young master must not return to Zhao within five years. It has only been a little over a year since we left; it would be dangerous for the young master to go back now."
Ji Xun sighed softly, "Staying outside with worries in my heart is not safe either. It would be better to return home and take a look."
"Understood." Zhong Yi responded and went out.
Ji Xun suddenly remembered something and called him back, "Wait."
"What else does Your Highness wish to command?"
"Go ask Chun if she would like to accompany us back to Zhao tomorrow."
Zhong Yi was puzzled, unsure why the young master valued San Chun so highly. He went out to find San Chun, but after dinner, she had disappeared without a trace. He searched several places but could not find her.
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The night sky sparkled with stars, resembling flowers blooming against a dark curtain, quite beautiful.
At this moment, San Chun was squatting in a thatched pavilion in the backyard of the Embassy.
There was a fence outside the pavilion that shielded it from view, making it difficult for anyone from afar to notice that someone was hiding there. It was indeed a good place for quiet contemplation.
The lake breeze brushed past, feeling a bit chilly, causing her to pull her hands into her sleeves.
After dinner, she had been squatting there, planning to ponder some significant matters in life.
The scar on her face has disappeared now, and it is impossible to maintain her original appearance. But who could blame her for being sought after by so many? Her looks easily attract trouble, so she naturally cannot show her true face. So what should she do? Stay at the Embassy or leave?
Feeling a bit flustered, she was unwilling to speak and did not want to interact with anyone. She actually heard Zhong Yi calling her, but she just didn't want to respond; given her current appearance, it was really not suitable for her to meet anyone.
As she was racking her brain for a solution, she suddenly heard someone behind her chuckling. A male voice said, "Aren't you lonely being here all by yourself?"
San Chun hurriedly looked up but did not see anyone above her. She stood up and looked down, only then noticing a figure standing by the railing, jumping and waving at her.
The person was shorter than the railing, which explained why she hadn’t seen him earlier. However... why did he look so familiar?
"Yan Ping?" she exclaimed, and then her scalp began to tingle.
Seeing Yan Ping was even more headache-inducing than seeing Feng Lingjun. This person was cunning and crafty; no matter how many tricks she had up her sleeve, they would all be useless in front of him.
She said, "Lord Yan, what brings you here at this late hour?"
Yan Ping's round eyes sparkled in the night light as he smiled at her with a hint of mischief. "You are a Wei Army soldier; how do you know me?"
San Chun was taken aback and quickly recalled her current identity, feeling regretful for having called him by name. Angered by his previous schemes against her, she smiled and said, "Your appearance is quite unique; being less than three feet tall makes you hard to forget."
Yan Ping knew she was deliberately trying to provoke him but wasn't angry. He shook his head and pretended to be deeply moved. "Such is the fate bestowed by my parents; it is indeed a source of distress, but alas, there is no remedy."
This Yan Ping really knew how to amuse people; if it weren't for the times he had tricked her, she might have almost laughed out loud.
She also knew that this Doctor Yan was full of schemes and never did anything without confidence. Since he could stand in front of her now, he must have recognized her. At this point, there was no point in trying to hide anymore, so she said, "If you have something to say, just say it. What brings you here?"
Yan Ping grinned and replied, "It's nothing much; I just wanted to invite you to visit the State of Chu."
"What if I don't go?"
"That’s not up to you," he said, his eyes narrowing into a smile, sweet as if he were calling out honey from his mouth.
Suddenly, he waved his hand, and immediately a large sack came down over her head from behind.
San Chun felt darkness envelop her; she struggled but couldn't break free. Two strong arms tightly gripped her arms, and then a rope bound her, wrapping around her several times, tightening until she could no longer move.
At that moment, she realized why Yan Ping had been talking so much nonsense; it was to deliberately distract her so someone could sneak up from behind.
She wanted to scream for help, but before she could utter a sound, a heavy blow struck the back of her neck, and she instantly lost consciousness.
Yan Ping wiped the sweat from his brow and shouted at the two warriors, "Hurry up and leave."
This was just an incident on the edge of the Embassy; late at night, no one was aware. Poor Ji Xun was still tangled in thoughts about whether she would be willing to return to the country with him.
§
When San Chun woke up, it was already bright outside. She opened her eyes and felt a throbbing pain at the back of her head. Gritting her teeth, she thought, that bastard Yan really hit hard; doesn’t he worry about knocking her silly?
She glanced around and realized she was lying in a carriage that was moving quickly, bumping along in a way that made her uncomfortable.
Her hands and feet were tied with ropes, making it impossible for her to move. Besides the headache, her thighs and arms also hurt significantly.
The carriage beneath her was spacious and clearly belonged to a noble. She guessed it must be Feng Lingjun's vehicle. At that moment, Feng Lingjun was not in the carriage; only two maidservants knelt beside her, their heads bowed and motionless. If it weren't for their bodies swaying slightly with the bumps, one might think they were two corpses.
She licked her lips, feeling somewhat dry, and unconsciously called out, "Water."
Two maidservants lifted her face, one supporting her to sit up while the other went to fetch a water jug and scooped a few drops into her mouth with a wooden spoon. The meager amount was barely enough to moisten her lips. She guessed this was probably because they were afraid she would need to use the toilet if she drank too much.
She asked them who they were and where the carriage was headed, but the two maidservants seemed not to hear her, remaining silent.
It seemed that Yan Ping had instructed them not to speak to her. But she could guess that much.
With her eyes closed, she sensed that there were no voices around; this place should not be Daliang City, otherwise, at this hour, it would be bustling with people on the streets. So they were definitely not taking her to Chengyang Junfu.
Since they were not going to Fengling Duke's Residence, they must be heading back to Ying City in the State of Chu. What puzzled her was that since Feng Lingjun had captured her and did not intend to present her to Chengyang Jun, whom did he plan to offer her to instead?
She had thought that as a valuable gift, she would certainly receive an audience with her master. But now it seemed that she was not worth much as a gift; after waking up for so long, no one had come to take a look at her.
Feeling extremely frustrated, if it weren't for the fear of a sore throat from drinking so little water, she would have shouted out in frustration long ago.
Clearing her throat, she was about to curse when the carriage suddenly stopped, and then a head peeked in from outside. Perhaps due to his neck not being long enough, only half of his face was visible.
There was no need to recognize the face; just by his height, she knew Yan Ping had arrived. After all, which adult would need to tiptoe just to peek inside?
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