The last half-sentence was spoken by Lu Shi in such a low voice that Feng Jin, whose hearing was exceptionally sharp, could barely make it out.
A surge of anger rushed to her temples. Feng Jin suppressed it with all her might, her fingers tightly gripping the burlap sack beneath her, causing a rustling, tearing sound.
"Go tell that dog of a man that this lady is cutting ties with him!"
"The young general is also worried..."
"Shut up, go deliver the message quickly!"
Feng Jin lowered her voice, a cold smile playing on her lips, her gaze sharp and fixed on Lu Shi.
"I'll go right away!"
His back prickling from her stare, Lu Shi quickly retreated.
The army marched on swiftly. Feng Jin, seated in the carriage, was feeling a bit weary from the bouncing. She found an outer garment from her luggage and draped it over herself, then settled into a comfortable spot in the carriage and drifted off to sleep.
When Feng Jin awoke, it was already dark. Her entire body was nestled in soft bedding.
Propping herself up with the bed, Feng Jin's face still held a trace of sleepiness. She surveyed her surroundings. How had she ended up inside a tent? Which kind soul had carried her in?
Just as she was about to get up, the tent flap was opened from the outside, and a familiar figure walked in.
"You're awake. Eat something first."
Ling Mo Han entered carrying a food tray and placed the congee on the table.
"Just this?" Feng Jin glanced at the bowl of plain congee and a small dish of pickled vegetables on the table. Her disdain was evident. The meal was far too simple.
"Life on campaign is difficult. It's good enough to have food. Just make do for now."
Compared to their previous days of not having enough to eat, this was like heaven. Once they reached Yingzhong, they might not even have plain congee to eat.
Feng Jin ate a little casually and then lost her appetite. "I'm full. Take the things away. I want to sleep."
Without even deigning to glance at Ling Mo Han, Feng Jin had just risen when he grabbed her wrist.
"Let go!" Feng Jin turned her head and glared at him coldly.
With a forceful tug of his arm, Feng Jin's slender body was pulled directly into the man's broad embrace.
"Let go of me!"
Feng Jin was still angry, and naturally unwilling to be so close to Ling Mo Han. She struggled with all her might.
"Don't move, let me hold you." Ling Mo Han's strong arms held Feng Jin firmly captive. He rested his head on her shoulder, his deep voice sounding in her ear. The hot breath he exhaled spilled onto Feng Jin's earlobe, making her body tremble slightly.
"What are you doing?" Feng Jin, without even realizing it herself, let a hint of shyness creep into her voice.
After days of marching, Ling Mo Han was physically and mentally exhausted. Leaning against Feng Jin, his taut nerves relaxed somewhat. He closed his eyes to rest.
They were to reach Yingzhong tomorrow, and today countless refugees were fleeing from the direction of Yingzhong. Fortunately, they had not encountered any rebels.
"What's wrong?" Feng Jin sensed a shift in Ling Mo Han's mood and asked softly.
A hoarse, deep voice came from behind her, "We'll reach Yingzhong tomorrow. You stay in the rear camp and are not allowed to go forward."
As long as Yingzhong was not taken and the rebels not eliminated, the people of Yingzhong would continue to live in dire straits.
Therefore, today he had discussed with his subordinates and decided to launch a direct assault tomorrow, hoping to capture Yingzhong as soon as possible.
"You're attacking Yingzhong tomorrow?"
From his tone, Feng Jin had already guessed Ling Mo Han's intentions.
The man did not deny it. "Scouts report that Yingzhong currently has only twenty thousand troops. The remaining rebels have not yet reached Yingzhong. We should seize this opportunity to take Yingzhong directly."
Feng Jin gazed at the man's face in a daze. She felt as though Ling Mo Han had changed completely today. Only then did she understand that his title of God of War was not unfounded.
"The battlefield is extremely dangerous. You must be careful." Feng Jin's entire heart felt as though it were being squeezed by something. Swords and blades showed no mercy on the battlefield. Although she knew Ling Mo Han's strength, she couldn't help but worry.
"I have something to give you."
Feng Jin stepped forward and retrieved the bundle she had carried all the way. She opened it mysteriously, revealing another package. After unwrapping it layer by layer, it turned out to be a piece of clothing.
"This is a garment made of heavenly silk. Wear it."
This thin-as-a-cicada's-wing garment alone had cost her a thousand pieces of gold for the fabric, and it had resulted in just this one piece of clothing.
She had wanted to give it to Ling Mo Han yesterday, but in her anger, she had pushed this important matter to the back of her mind.
"You actually have heavenly silk?"
Ling Mo Han knew the preciousness of heavenly silk. When he was apprenticed, the heavenly silk fan that Feng Jin had given to Gu Beichen had made Gu Beichen boast about it to everyone he met.
Who would have thought that Feng Jin would actually make a garment out of heavenly silk?
"I originally intended to make a garment for you with this heavenly silk. Since there were some leftover scraps, I made a fan for Gu Beichen so as not to waste them."
She couldn't find anything cheaper after searching the entire storeroom, so she had to improvise and use the leftover scraps from making clothes for Ling Mo Han to make a fan for Gu Beichen.
Ling Mo Han picked up the thin-as-a-cicada's-wing heavenly silk and examined it. This was a treasure. It was truly difficult for Feng Jin to have found heavenly silk.
"Try it on quickly. See if it fits."
Ling Mo Han nodded and changed into the garment. It was indeed very light and comfortable.
"Let me test its effectiveness." Before Ling Mo Han could react, Feng Jin's voice landed, and she shot several silver needles from the hidden dart concealed in her sleeve.
The darts in her hand had been modified and were capable of piercing a person's body. However, when they encountered the heavenly silk, they were absorbed as if hitting cotton, and several silver needles fell to the ground.
Upon closer inspection, several of the silver needles on the ground were even bent.
Feng Jin couldn't help but marvel at the power of the heavenly silk. It was truly impervious to blades and spears. Her silver needles were harder than ordinary ones, and the darts had also been enhanced in power, yet they were all blocked, and several needles were bent.
"It's indeed powerful. No wonder that fellow Gu Beichen boasts about it to everyone and treats that fan like a treasure, not allowing anyone to touch it."
A fan made of heavenly silk was indeed valuable, but compared to the garment he was wearing, it was not worth mentioning.
"If you say that, I feel like giving that fan to Gu Beichen was a bit of a loss. I should have given him something else."
She had merely indulged her desire to be a master, only to part with a treasure. It was indeed a significant loss.
"It's already been given. It's too late to say anything now."
"Or... should I ask for it back?" Feng Jin asked tentatively, only to receive a white eye from Ling Mo Han.
"Alas..." Feng Jin couldn't help but sigh and dejectedly said, "Forget it. It's already been given. I'll think of a way to get it back next time."
She was not one to suffer a loss. She would definitely find a way to recoup what she had lost elsewhere.
Ling Mo Han's lips curved into a doting smile. His gaze towards Feng Jin was filled with affection as he gently stroked her soft hair.
"It's getting late. Go to sleep first. We have to set off early tomorrow."