A pillow flew out before Ling Mohan could finish speaking, followed by the bedding and a few changes of clothes.
Feng Jin appeared at the door with a cold face. "I am unwell, please move to another location to rest, Young General."
"Feng Jin..."
*Bang!*
The door slammed shut. Ling Mohan's prominent nose collided with it, and a sharp pain spread. Tears welled up in Ling Mohan's eyes.
Ling Mohan squatted by the door, softly knocking. "Open the door..."
"Greetings, Young General!" a sudden voice behind Ling Mohan made him jump. He turned with a dark expression.
"What are you all doing here?"
The men were momentarily stunned. The one in front quickly responded.
"Reporting, Young General. We are patrolling here."
"With your lazy and leisurely demeanor, you call this patrolling? All of you, run ten laps around the battlefield!"
Ling Mohan shot a sharp glance, and the soldiers flinched. Then, they quickly ran off.
After they dispersed, as Ling Mohan was about to knock again, he saw a team of soldiers approaching and quickly composed himself.
"Reporting, Young General. We are ordered to guard outside the tent!"
A troop of soldiers then took up positions outside the large tent. Ling Mohan's expression darkened, and a cold smile touched his lips.
If he found out who ordered them to guard here, they would surely pay.
Ling Mohan was still someone who cared about his reputation, and he could not continue to linger outside the tent. He left sheepishly.
...
After Gu Beichen had finished washing up and just lay down on the couch, the tent flap was violently kicked open from the outside. Ling Mohan then appeared before him with a grim expression.
"Why are you here late at night instead of sleeping?"
Startled by his sudden appearance, Gu Beichen said with an unfriendly tone, "Looking at you, were you kicked out by Feng Jin?"
Given Feng Jin's temper, it was indeed possible. Coupled with Ling Mohan's expression, Gu Beichen became even more convinced his guess was correct.
"Hahaha... So you have days like this too. Don't tell me you were kicked down by a single kick... Hahaha... Ah... Ling Mohan, what are you going crazy for!"
Ling Mohan's face was dark. He withdrew his kicked leg, his expression extremely grim. "Let you also taste what it's like to be kicked out!"
"You..." Gu Beichen clutched his sore backside, standing up with difficulty. He was sure his backside was swollen.
Ling Mohan ignored Gu Beichen and lay down on the bed fully clothed. His large tent had been occupied by Feng Jin, and he could not return tonight.
If he had another tent prepared, it would surely arouse suspicion. Then, the fact that he was driven out by Feng Jin would be known to all.
Therefore, he had no choice but to make do and squeeze in with Gu Beichen.
"You're not going back to your own tent and are staying here!"
Ling Mohan gave Gu Beichen a look as if he were an idiot. Hadn't he made his intentions obvious enough? Couldn't Gu Beichen tell?
"I'll make do and share the night with you."
"Make do..." Gu Beichen's eyelids twitched, and his lips involuntarily twitched twice. "You say 'make do'? This is my large tent, it's me who's being inconvenienced and forced to make do!"
Ling Mohan raised an eyebrow and looked at Gu Beichen with an expression of entitlement, full of provocation.
"You can choose to leave."
Gu Beichen took two deep breaths to prevent himself from being angered to death by Ling Mohan.
"I refuse to leave. I want to see who will be leaving today."
As soon as the words fell, Gu Beichen charged at Ling Mohan as quickly as possible, kicking with all his might. Before he could even touch Ling Mohan, he was kicked out.
"With your meager skills, you dare to show off in front of me!" Ling Mohan said contemptuously.
"Who do you look down on? I lost to you because my hand was injured. Once I recover, we'll have another match, and I'll show you how capable I am!"
Although Gu Beichen had been beaten quite badly, his verbal skills remained sharp.
"I await your visit anytime."
Ling Mohan said in a deep voice, pulled back the covers, and lay down, closing his eyes to rest.
Gu Beichen stood in place, wearing only thin inner clothing. The cold wind blew, making him shiver. He couldn't help but shudder.
The already narrow bed was completely occupied by Ling Mohan, leaving no space for him.
Outside the tent, the wind was biting cold. Gu Beichen endured the humiliation in his heart and reluctantly pulled out a layer of quilt to lay on the ground, having no choice but to make do for the night.
Feng Jin watched Ling Mohan leave from the room, and a nameless rage surged within her.
Where could this scoundrel be at this late hour?
Ling Mohan did not return until late into the night, further intensifying Feng Jin's anger. She lay on the bed, restless, and had a very uneasy night.
The next morning, Feng Jin was woken by a rustling sound and saw Ling Mohan putting on his armor.
Feng Jin glared fiercely at the man who had not returned all night. Wearing a pile of scrap metal, didn't he find it tiring? It would be good if he tired himself to death. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"You're awake. Get up and wash. The army is about to depart."
Feng Jin did not respond to Ling Mohan's words, but turned her head away, ignoring him. She got up on her own, changed her clothes, and walked straight out.
"You..." Ling Mohan's lips moved, but the words he wanted to say got stuck. 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 Mohan and boarded a food transport cart. With her previous experience, Feng Jin took medicine before boarding the cart this time, and the dizziness was significantly reduced.
As the two were in conflict, it was Lu Shi who suffered, acting as a messenger: "Young Madam, please come to the front with me. The mountain roads are difficult, and the cart is bumpy. Why don't you ride a horse with me?"
"I find the carriage quite comfortable, and I don't know how to ride a horse."
Feng Jin bit into the large flatbread in her hand as if in a fit of pique. It tasted alright, but it was too dry. She had to drink several sips of water before she could 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 almost in tears. When he came, the Young General had given him a strict order: if he couldn't persuade the Young Madam to return, he didn't need to serve him anymore and could go wherever he pleased.
"Go back and tell Ling Mohan that I am irreconcilable with him!"
She would absolutely not be deceived by Ling Mohan's words again. Even if she couldn't achieve the main goal, she had to stand her ground.
"Young Madam..." Lu Shi tried his best to coax and pester her for a long time. Seeing that Feng Jin remained unmoved, he dejectedly went to report to Ling Mohan.
Not even half an hour later, Lu Shi ran back in a hurry: "Young Madam, the Young General asks that you rest in the carriage for a while."