The scene suddenly beca a bit awkward. Ruoxi coughed softly and hastily said, "That’s not what I ant."
She had just asked a casual question, and the other party answered truthfully.
Unexpectedly, she felt awkward, as if she had ulterior motives and was prying excessively into his private matters.
After all, their relationship wasn’t yet that familiar.
"It’s okay, actually, it’s sowhat like that." Jun Moling said, staring at her intently.
Ruoxi couldn’t help but wonder, is it or isn’t it?
Besides, why was she so entangled with this question?
It was mainly because he kept staring at her for no apparent reason, which made her feel uncomfortable all over.
She really couldn’t withstand such a deep and intense gaze from him.
"If a man is unmarried and a woman is unmarried, there is still a chance. If Marshal feels guilty towards her, he can talk it out. The heart is very important; maybe it’s all a misunderstanding?"
As soon as she said that, Ruoxi regretted it.
If the other party could achieve this union, Jun Moling wouldn’t be so mad and persistent.
Obviously, this relationship was no longer possible, and saying such things was like rubbing salt in his wounds.
Moreover, as a subordinate and an unmarried woman, she really shouldn’t discuss such topics.
Ruoxi was secretly annoyed by her slip of the tongue, while Jun Moling fell into a thoughtful state, only speaking again after a long ti, "Once the war is over, you’re right, we must strive for it, Ruoxi, thank you!"
That sa aningful gaze made Ruoxi feel sweat starting to form on her forehead, and it seed as though the surrounding temperature suddenly rose.
She awkwardly brushed her hair, reminding in a voice as soft as a mosquito, "Marshal, it’s getting dark."
Jun Moling seed to awaken from a dream, stood up, and said, "Rest early! I shall return now."
Ruoxi instantly felt as if a weight was lifted off her shoulders, quickly bowing and saying, "Farewell, Marshal."
Watching Jun Moling’s figure gradually disappear into the distance, Ruoxi rubbed her flushed cheeks vigorously, pondering to herself: She couldn’t be blad for overthinking; who told him to look at people like that, and those dazzling, charming eyes.
Thinking about it, she could only shake her head helplessly, speechless in heart.
She tapped her head, realizing that tomorrow she would be visiting the graves of her father, brothers, and uncles, but here she was thinking about a man, which she shouldn’t be.
Her thoughts plumted, she took a deep breath, and went to rest because tomorrow she had a tough battle to face.
At this mont, the night curtain slowly draped over the vast land like a heavy veil.
A gentle breeze softly blew by, but it couldn’t dispel the chaotic and bewildering ss in Jun Moling’s mind.
He casually found a place to stand, his mind filled with Ruoxi’s stunning beauty, his gaze dazed, unable to co back to his senses for a long ti.
Ti seed to stand still at this mont; he didn’t know how long he had been standing there, his thoughts a tangled ss, making his heart restless.
Within it all, Ruoxi’s words were the main focus.
"If a man is unmarried and a woman is unmarried, there’s still a chance to resolve misunderstandings?" Is there really a chance? Can she really let go of her grudge and be with him?
Tomorrow there were still important matters to handle, yet because of her words, he was completely thrown off.
As he was about to lift his leg to leave, he suddenly heard extrely faint voices coming from behind a rockery.
Jun Moling’s eyes narrowed dangerously, imdiately alert, lightened his steps, and stealthily approached like a cat.
"Sang Yu, if it weren’t for your false military reports, how could we have lost Peng City, with such great loss? Now Prince Dingxian’s life is uncertain, and Xia Pass is in jeopardy! All because of you!"
The one addressed as Sang, voice cold and rciless, "Even I didn’t expect it was Jun Moling’s scheming.
Moreover, I am of low rank, with limited knowledge, and I did say I couldn’t be sure.
Was it not due to your insistence and blind assumptions that you acted rashly? Yet now you bla ?"
The person suddenly sighed, "Now is not the ti to pursue responsibility. Tonight, I will assassinate Jun Moling. Once he’s dead, Dayi Country’s soldiers will fall apart."
"You’re insane! Never mind that he’s a martial arts expert; his tent alone, getting close could be life-threatening — stop dreaming!"
"Are you scared?"
"One last piece of news, tomorrow he will pay respects to Shen Family Army; perhaps it’s the last chance to kill him."
"Is this information reliable?"
"Believe it or not!" Sang said coldly.
"Fine, tomorrow will be Jun Moling’s death day. I’m leaving first, to avoid attracting attention. You follow later."
The other nodded, "Understood."
Jun Moling’s figure was hidden in the dark; he saw a slightly short man co out first, and as he focused, he recognized Fu Youqian, the man who delivered food to the barracks, and couldn’t help but chuckle coldly, unexpectedly, this person was from Beichang.
After a mont, another man ca out from behind the rockery, and Jun Moling knew him even better, Sang Yu, a dignified fifth-rank Deputy General, was actually Beichang’s spy — truly remarkable!
Sang Yu looked around to ensure no one was there before hurriedly returning to his quarters.
Jun Moling watched him leave, his eyes growing colder, with a plan already forming in his heart.
He entered his quarters, his expression heavy, and whispered instructions to Mi Er.
Mi Er was initially stunned upon hearing this, surprise written over his face, but quickly complied and exited.
Jun Moling stood alone in the room, his gaze fixed on the pitch-black night sky outside, his lips curling into a bloodthirsty and cruel smile, as if brewing a monuntal storm.
The next day, Ruoxi wore a simple, elegant outfit with a simple hanging bun, looking fresh and ethereal.
She was leading Snow-Stepping, walking lightly.
Jun Moling had been waiting there for a while, seeing her dressed in such plain clothes, with not a hint of makeup, yet looking as pristine and charming as a celestial nymph; he was montarily lost again.
"Marshal, shall we go?" Ruoxi’s voice broke the brief silence.
Jun Moling nodded slightly, "Stay by my side, understand?"
The tone carried an undeniable authority.
Ruoxi obediently nodded.
Then, the group of seven set out towards the mountain.
As they drew closer, the atmosphere gradually turned solemn and serious.
Ruoxi grasped Snow-Stepping’s reins tighter and tighter, her inner emotions like surging waves, almost uncontrollable.
The group reined in their horses in an open area.
The raised tombs ca into view, and Ruoxi could no longer contain her emotions.
She quickly dismounted, crawling towards the tomb on her knees.
Words caught in her throat, transforming into tears like beads, scattering like rain.
Her hands trembled as she touched her father’s na on the tombstone, carefully tracing each stroke, feeling waves of heartache, bitterness, pain, and grievance flooding in.
After a long while, she suddenly felt sothing was amiss, turning to look only to find Jun Moling kneeling not far from her side.
She was instantly stunned, eyes filled with surprise.
He was Prince Zhan, the Emperor’s cousin, and unbelievably influential as the military commander, yet he knelt at the Shen Family’s tomb — how was this appropriate?
Just as Ruoxi was about to say they couldn’t accept such an honor, she suddenly slled a faint, spicy burnt wood scent in the air.
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