Pei Shu’er pursed her lips and said nothing.
Yan Hengyin looked at Pei Shu’er’s expression, a trace of hatred appeared.
He felt a sense of betrayal and anger.
"What good is he, a cripple? I can offer you the position of a concubine—can he?"
Pei Shu’er replied, "He wasn’t a cripple at the beginning. He was a valiant young general. He is no longer a cripple; he is now a thousand-household officer who makes enemies tremble."
Watching Pei Shu’er speak so tenderly of Tang Zan, her beautiful peach blossom eyes filled with light and admiration.
Yan Hengyin’s face became increasingly unpleasant, his heart began to hurt with sharp twists.
After saying this, he felt the atmosphere freeze, and Pei Shu’er stood aside without treating him, just looking at him coldly.
Yan Hengyin’s heart began to ache.
In the past, he had spoken of heartache and sweet words to Pei Shu’er.
However, this was also the first time he truly felt the emotion of heartache.
His hand reached out to Pei Shu’er, looking at her tenderly.
He knew what Pei Shu’er’s weak spot was.
Whenever he looked at her , she would always give in unconditionally.
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Pei Shu’er raised her brow, her face indifferent, not even bothering to maintain a mask-like smile. This Third Prince was so annoying, couldn’t he talk about something that interested her?
"Third Prince, don’t overthink. What was between us is in the past."
"So there’s no longer any reason to bicker."
After saying this, Yan Hengyin’s heart felt even more pain.
He felt a strong sense of unease.
He didn’t want Pei Shu’er to say such things.
Nor did he want to let go of the sweetness he once overlooked, now shared with Pei Shu’er, which had become the past.
He wanted to hold on to her, whether it was for the formula that increased yield, or for Pei Shu’er herself.
Yan Hengyin sighed, "Treat my wound first."
Pei Shu’er nodded, now treating the wound while pondering in her mind how to start an investigation.
Moreover, Yan Hengyin’s wound couldn’t be healed too well at once; she needed to leave some openings.
If she could get him to talk during the treatment, that would be even better.
Pei Shu’er walked out and saw Yan Huan Yu outside.
He saw Pei Shu’er come out unharmed and visibly relaxed.
"Let’s go, sister, I’ll escort you away."
When Pei Shu’er arrived at the city gate, she suddenly missed Tang Zan a lot.
It turned out she wasn’t really the culprit, and she particularly wanted to news with Tang Zan.
She hoped there would be no such misunderstandings between them.
She didn’t want to carry such misunderstandings and suffer with Tang Zan for a lifetime.
She looked at Yan Huan Yu and asked softly, "Has Tang Zan come back yet?"
Yan Huan Yu shook his head, "No, Lin Qianhu hasn’t returned for a long time either."
Pei Shu’er nodded, she had long expected this outcome.
At the same time, she felt somewhat worried.
Luckily, even though it had snowed recently, there were no signs of thunderstorms.
He... should be fine, right?
At the Dazi border, Tang Zan and the thousand men he led were all disguised as Dazi.
Their clothing was also Dazi’s, just slightly thinner.
He looked at the bundle on the horse.
Actually, he missed Pei Shu’er somewhat.
The bundle was given to him by Yinxing when he walked to the stables, saying it was something Pei Shu’er prepared for him.
It turned out she had been up early to pack things for him that morning.
He had been too busy lately and wanted to open the bundle several times but had been delayed by various reasons.
Now, with everyone resting in the cave, Tang Zan went to fetch the bundle and opened it inside the cave.
Inside the bundle, there was a letter, some prepared food from Pei Shu’er, and a few water pouches, all filled with water.
There was also a white down jacket.
The color was indeed not conspicuous in the snow, serving as a layer of camouflage.
In addition, there was a vest, made from a peculiar fabric he had never seen before.
Finally, he opened the letter from Pei Shu’er.
She hadn’t written with a brush, but rather with what she called a pen, the writing was thin and delicate.
Inside, she explained the usage of the items, starting with the water pouches.
[The water in the pouches is precious, only drink it when absolutely necessary or when you lack strength. Only drink it yourself. The water contains medicine that can stimulate and greatly increase strength, helping you through crises.]
Tang Zan slowly touched the water pouch.
He had noticed before that Pei Shu’er seemed to drink water from the pouches every time before fighting.
At first, he thought she was thirsty, but she drank every time, which was rather odd.
But he didn’t ask; everyone has their secrets.
Now that Pei Shu’er was willing to tell him, he felt warmth in his heart, along with some gratitude.
Pei Shu’er trusted him to tell him and had given him the water.
Pei Shu’er also explained how to use the vest.
[Make sure to wear the vest at all times; never take it off. It can protect against bullets and blades.]
Tang Zan immediately walked further into the cave to put the vest on.
Along with the down jacket and Dazi attire, he didn’t feel cold at all.
It felt as if he was in spring, rather than the deadly freezing winter.
There were also gloves, shoes, boots, and hats, all fashioned in Dazi style by Pei Shu’er.
He put them on too, now completely warm.
Touching the letter, he could feel that these thin pages held Pei Shu’er’s care for him.
She did things with gentle thoroughness.
Meanwhile, he found many bags of hard biscuits in the bundle.
Sealed in oil-cloth-like transparent bags.
Pei Shu’er said these were compressed biscuits.
They could eat the biscuits mixed with a little water for a fulfilling emergency meal.
Additionally, porcelain bottles held plenty of medicinal salves that she had labeled with usage instructions, Tang Zan’s hand brushed over the bottles.
He missed Pei Shu’er.
Now, as they were all starving, Tang Zan had some men take a few bags of compressed biscuits to cook, using snow water.
Meanwhile, others set up pots to boil water and refilled their water pouches.
Once the biscuits were done cooking, they had turned into a thick broth.
Everyone took a bowl of compressed biscuit soup along with some water from their pouches.
The biscuits tasted great, nothing they had eaten could compare.
After eating, they found they weren’t as hungry.
Though there hadn’t been much cooked, it was surprisingly filling.
Thanks to the large bundle of compressed biscuits, they managed to survive the hardships in Dazi territory.
Though they were hungry, no one starved to death.