Salted Fish Concubine, Always Getting Pregnant, Fierce General Pampers Her Daily - Chapter 5

Wen Wan felt that if she hesitated even for a second, it would be an insult to the handsome man before her!

The kiss was as light as a dragonfly skimming the water—quick and precise. Subconsciously, Wen Wan licked her lips, still craving more.

In stark contrast to Wen Wan’s ease, A Chai was completely stunned!

His face visibly flushed in an instant, his widened pupils filled with shock and fury.

“You… you…”

Having lived over twenty years, this was the first time someone had rendered him speechless!

Noticing his mood, Wen Wan pouted and explained, “Uh… you told me to kiss you, so I did.”

She couldn’t be blamed for being a little shameless.

A Chai gritted his teeth in frustration, unable to refute her words. Swallowing his anger, he turned and stormed off.

Not far away, Jin Mu, seeing his superior at a disadvantage, instinctively tried to slip away—only to be yanked back by the arm.

A Chai said coldly, “When the chaos breaks out later, kill that girl!”

Jin Mu’s lips twitched, and he forced himself to reply, “General… didn’t you just say that the girl’s strategy against the enemy aligned perfectly with yours? That she’s a rare talent?”

He added cautiously, “And that since we haven’t found the blueprint yet, her skills in locating tombs might still be useful?”

A Chai: “…”

It was true—he had said all that. But this humiliation was unbearable.

Jin Mu spoke earnestly, “General, it’s just a kiss from a girl. What’s the big deal…”

Before he could finish, A Chai’s sharp glare cut him off. Jin Mu shrank back and quickly changed his tone.

“General… don’t tell me you’ve never kissed a girl before?”

Surely… that couldn’t be the case?

Jin Mu’s curiosity was written plainly across his face.

A Chai frowned. “What nonsense are you spouting? I’ve got seventeen or eighteen women in my backyard!”

Jin Mu tilted his head in thought. “That’s true. With so many concubines in the General’s residence, you must be a seasoned veteran.”

“Of course!” A Chai loosened his grip and waved him off. “Enough. Go prepare for battle.”

“Yes, sir!”

Jin Mu immediately fled, afraid of being caught in the crossfire if he lingered even a second longer.

The moment he left, A Chai’s expression darkened completely.

“Hah, those seventeen or eighteen women… I’ve never even laid eyes on them!”

But he couldn’t admit that to his subordinate—it would damage his masculine pride!

He wiped his mouth, trying to ignore the lingering warmth on his lips, and couldn’t help glancing back in Wen Wan’s direction.

Damn girl. Was she truly clueless, or just pretending?

He’d only been joking—yet she actually dared to go through with it!

–

Once the flames of war ignited, the wind carried them, spreading wildly down the mountainside.

This was Wen Wan’s first experience of an ancient battlefield.

Though it lacked the devastating impact of modern warfare’s explosions, the sight of long blades slicing through flesh and blood spraying through the air was still terrifying.

A Chai bent down and hauled the dazed Wen Wan onto his horse.

There was no romantic notion of riding together—she was slung over the saddle like cargo, lying horizontally in front of him.

With her head hanging down, Wen Wan couldn’t see her surroundings clearly. All she knew was that the man behind her moved with lethal precision.

One slash—one northern enemy down!

Like a god of slaughter reborn, his might was unmatched.

Another spray of blood splattered over her face. Wen Wan spat and struggled to lift her head, catching a glimpse of the young man.

The firelight illuminated his face—his sharp, deep-set eyes showed no trace of fear, only the unyielding resolve of one who faced death head-on.

Many years later, in the midnight reveries, Wen Wan could still vividly recall that scene.

The soldiers, drenched in blood, fought with unwavering faith, charging forward fearlessly…

A Chai and his men broke through the ranks of the northern desert tribes like a hot knife through butter, hacking their way through for a full half-hour before finally breaking free from the encirclement.

The horses galloped for an unknown length of time, only stopping when the first light of dawn appeared.

The moment they halted, the man behind her tumbled off his horse. He fell onto the grassy turf with a loud thud.

Only then did Wen Wan get a chance to look over and see A Chai’s clothes completely soaked in blood—whether it was his own or the enemy’s, she couldn’t tell.

His eyes were closed as he panted heavily, seemingly exhausted beyond measure.

What had once been a squad of about a hundred men was now reduced to fewer than fifty.

The soldiers who had broken through showed no joy of survival, their faces all dark and somber.

Wen Wan knew they were grieving for their fallen comrades.

After recovering for a while, A Chai sat up from the grass, his gaze fixed on the distant mountain peaks.

The morning glow of the sunrise painted the heavens and earth in the most dazzling colors.

He didn’t utter any tearful words of lament. Instead, he simply raised his hand and drove his longsword into the soil before mounting his horse again.

The troop resumed their journey.

Wen Wan, lying on the horse’s back, looked back at the sword left behind in this land.

At the time, she didn’t understand why he had left it there.

It wasn’t until three years later, after he had crushed the northern desert tribes’ royal court, that he made a special trip back to retrieve that sword.

Only then did Wen Wan realize—that sword had been his vow of vengeance.

–

In a small town near the border, the troop finally stopped to rest.

The town was small, and the inn had limited rooms.

Wen Wan was the only woman in the group, but she received no preferential treatment due to her gender.

She was assigned to share a room with A Chai.

Inside the room, the two of them stared at each other in silence.

Wen Wan: “A man and a woman alone in the same room—isn’t this inappropriate?”

A Chai raised an eyebrow. “A man and a woman alone?”

Wen Wan nodded.

“Heh,” A Chai scoffed mockingly. “Take a look in the mirror first.”

With that, he walked behind the folding screen. Soon, the sound of splashing water could be heard from behind it.

Wen Wan stood there blankly for a moment before walking over to the bronze mirror by the window.

When she saw her reflection—her face covered in grime, looking even uglier than a monster—she finally understood his earlier mockery.

He meant that, in his eyes, she didn’t even count as a woman?

Indignant, Wen Wan stormed over to the folding screen.

“Fine, I’m a little dirty now, but once I’m clean, you’ll see I’m a woman. I don’t care—I’m just a merchant’s concubine, after all. But you…”

“You’re at least a leader, aren’t you? If rumors spread later, saying the Duan Dynasty’s soldiers have loose morals, won’t you be the one who suffers?”

Behind the screen, the man remained silent. After a long pause, he emerged, dressed in clean, simple clothes, fastening his belt as he walked.

Without even glancing at Wen Wan, he stepped around her and headed for the door. Only as he pulled it open did he speak:

“The other brothers are sleeping eight to a room. If you don’t want to stay with me, go squeeze in with them. I have no objections.”

Wen Wan’s face was still grimy, with only her eyes relatively clean. She pouted and asked quietly, “No other options?”

Hearing this, A Chai slowly closed the door and walked back to stand before her.

Looking down at her, he said, “Weren’t you quite bold when you kissed me? What, scared now?”

“Who’s afraid of who?” Wen Wan instinctively retorted, gritting her teeth as she went behind the screen to wash up.

“Just you wait! Once this lady gets cleaned up, I’ll come deal with you!”

When it came to trash talk, whoever backed down was a damn coward!