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Capítulo 14

"You...!" Ma Zhiyun and the other struggled to their feet and were about to rush forward again when Ye Piao, whose soul had returned, stopped them with a cold shout.

"Stop! Have you forgotten what the Prince ordered?"

Ma Zhiyun and Han Ruo abruptly stopped what they were doing, exchanging surprised glances. It was one thing for the prince to be acting strangely, but why was Guard Ye also siding with Feng Xinglie? And…

Only then did they notice that the guards of Prince Yilupeng around them were all dumbfounded and dazed, as if they had witnessed the most impossible thing in the world, and they had no intention of helping General Hong at all!

What... what's going on?

They wondered if the guards had asked themselves "What's going on?" countless times.

General Hong said...he...he is Feng Xinglie?

Zi Mo involuntarily lifted the tent flap and looked up at the sky. The sun hadn't risen in the west! And there was no blood rain! She pinched her cheek; the pain was clear—this was definitely not a dream!

So, is the arrogant and unrestrained person in front of us, with a smile on his face, really Feng Xinglie?

So, the Great Qin Wind King, the God of War Feng Xinglie, is...

Is she the prince's wife?

The group felt as if in an instant, the mountains and rivers had lost their color, the sky had darkened, and they had been struck by lightning! My God! This was simply the most impossible and terrifying thing in the world! Who could tell them this wasn't real!

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[Border Storm: Chapter Twenty-Seven - Inviting the Enemy into the Trap]

Crimson blood dripped onto the bright red blanket. Hong Qi coughed a few times, clutching his stomach with a bitter expression. The atmosphere in the tent was eerily mysterious.

Although Ma Zhiyun and Han Ruo were honest and simple, they were not stupid. Seeing that Ye Piao and the others' gazes towards General Hong were gradually becoming cold and sharp, they both shut their mouths and stood aside to observe the situation.

"You and the Prince haven't seen each other since you returned to camp last time. What did you two discuss?" Hong Qi smiled bitterly, wiping the blood from his lips. He knew he was doomed today. Years of forbearance and effort had all turned into a mirage. Don't be fooled by Feng Xinglie's nonchalant appearance as he waved his fan. His position had blocked all his escape routes. It was impossible to escape from Feng Xinglie's high level of martial arts!

The confident smile on his lips further proved that it was all just a setup.

In response to the trap set by the three non-prince's personal guards in the tent, a brilliant move to lure him into a trap was executed, and he unknowingly jumped right in!

If Ling Yuxiang hadn't been so restless these past few days, seemingly indifferent to everything around him, Hong Qi wouldn't have dared to secretly let go and lure away that group of Southern rebels. If Ling Yuxiang hadn't shown so much concern for his relationship with the Lie Army, he wouldn't have reported to his master, much less volunteered to sow discord between Ling Yuxiang and the Lie Army; this whole charade wouldn't have happened.

Upon closer thought, Hong Qi's eyes widened, and he felt his lips tremble again, filled with both shock and anger:

"So it turns out that the prince has been putting on an act all this time!"

"To say it's all acting isn't entirely true, but it's definitely something I did for you. As for how Prince Ling and I discussed things, you probably wouldn't understand even if you listened." Because from beginning to end, they never actually discussed anything; at most, it was just a hint from Feng Xinglie before they parted.

Thinking of Ling Yuxiang's involuntary anxiety because of her, and recalling the unspoken understanding between them, Feng Xinglie felt a surge of joy, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn upwards again. "If you couldn't see his panic, why would you be making underhanded moves? How could I be sure of the rebel army's location? If he hadn't shown any concern for Lie Jun, allowing you to believe that Lie Jun and Ling Yuxiang would cooperate, why would you be so eager to sow discord between us, even at the cost of sacrificing you, a pawn that has been lurking by Ling Yuxiang's side for so many years?"

Upon hearing this, even though they were prepared, Ye Piao and the others were still shocked. Han Ruo and Ma Zhiyun stared in disbelief at the middle-aged general on the ground. He was the old general they respected most besides the prince! From the moment they entered the camp, General Hong had always taken care of them, teaching them to be loyal to the prince and to do anything for him. Now, he had transformed into a spy. Wasn't this fact more shocking than the guards finding out that the princess was Feng Xinglie?

"You...you're talking nonsense! General Hong...how could he..." Han Ruo was both angry and anxious, and he was also wondering. He didn't dare to help Hong Qi before Ye Piao gave the order. He was always simple-minded, and even his speech began to stutter.

"Han Ruo, shut up." Zi Mo's voice turned into a soft sigh: "General Hong's reaction and questions just now are enough to explain the facts."

He wielded a knife to assassinate Feng Xinglie, and even applied a deadly poison that would kill on contact with blood! What a clever scheme to use someone else to do the dirty work!

If the prince and Feng Xinglie hadn't known each other beforehand, the assassination attempt, whether successful or not, would have been enough to ignite the fury of the Lie army! War would inevitably break out on the border again, and neither side would benefit from the conflict. The biggest beneficiary would be none other than the hidden fisherman. Moreover, none of the soldiers here had ever seen Feng Xinglie's true face, so how could Hong Qi be so certain that the person who came was Feng Xinglie?

Hong Qi suddenly shivered, his eyes flashing with anger and cold light: "You...you found out about the rebels!"

Feng Xinglie laughed nonchalantly, as if such a matter was not worth mentioning: "Why can't we find it? Without your men to lead the way, it might have taken us a lot of effort to find that canyon. However, I sent people to keep an eye on your movements from the beginning. General, you should know that spies and agents are not only sent by your master."

"You suspected me from the very beginning?" Hong Qi felt a chill run down his spine. He stared at Feng Xinglie in astonishment, his fear and shock beyond words. This seemingly slender and harmless gentleman actually possessed such terrifying deductive abilities. Only now did Hong Qi truly understand that the God of War Feng Xinglie was indeed no less than Prince Ling, and was by no means just a name without substance!

"Is it wrong to suspect you? Is it hard to imagine? Although you controlled the pace of Ling Yuxiang's 80,000-strong army, making it almost impossible for anyone to see that you were deliberately slowing down the march, the timing of your appearance is truly puzzling." Feng Xinglie gracefully drew a half-arc in the air with his folding fan, appearing unusually relaxed and laughing quite freely.

"You were caught in a dilemma, afraid that Ling Yuxiang would discover your motives and dared not appear too late, but you were also forced by orders from above to prevent the main army from joining forces with Ling Yuxiang, which was not bad. But the biggest mistake you made was suddenly appearing after my Lie Army appeared and resolved Ling Yuxiang's crisis. Although the momentum was great and the morale was high, did you not consider that if your army had already approached the enemy's rear, how could they possibly remain indifferent and continue to besiege you? As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn. To gamble everything is the act of a fool. That leader of the vassal army, since he was able to avoid Ling Yuxiang's first wave of attacks, would he not have considered this? The only explanation is that he had a way out. If he was not a high-ranking member of Ling Yuxiang's army, he must have at least been someone who could control a large number of troops. Where did this way out come from?"

"Furthermore, Ling Yuxiang's plans have never gone wrong. Even if my Liejun army didn't arrive in time, he should have calculated the latest arrival time of your army. How could he not have figured out why you didn't arrive? Ling Yuxiang's confidants, the members of the Dark Pavilion Flying Feather Cavalry, were not in the army at the time. The only ones who could have influenced the army's actions were you and two others. Those two are obviously much less suspicious than you, the shrewd and experienced general. Shouldn't I have sent someone to investigate your background?"

Feng Xinglie paced a few steps and then said leisurely, "Actually, I didn't want to meet Ling Yuxiang so soon, and I didn't want to get involved in the Southern Fan affair. But you shouldn't have harmed the people of my Qin Kingdom by dragging in those 300,000 refugee soldiers, and you shouldn't have harmed the Southern Fan royal family. Hmph, do you think you can just mess with the people I, Feng Xinglie, have personally taught a lesson to?"

Hearing these words, Hong, lying on the ground, trembled all over, whether from internal injuries or from shock and fear. They thought they had planned well and could reap the benefits, but they never expected that he had seen through their plans and had already blocked all their escape routes without their knowledge!

As for the Southern Royal Family's affairs, although he didn't understand, Ye Piao and the others roughly knew a thing or two. Upon hearing these remarks, they couldn't help but roll their eyes. The Princess really liked to make up nonsense. Those people probably didn't know about Feng Xinglie's connection with the Southern Royal Family, right? Judging from the situation, the Princess's habit of protecting her own without regard for anything else was quite serious! Everyone thought to themselves in unison, "We must never mess with the Princess in the future, otherwise we'll probably be confused ghosts even after we die."

Hong Qi's expression darkened. Ignoring his internal injuries, he struggled to point at Feng Xinglie and angrily asked, "What exactly did you do to the Third Prince?!"

The Third Prince? For a moment, everyone in the tent looked on with doubt again, and Feng Xinglie's handsome eyebrows twitched slightly as he was momentarily distracted.

Suddenly, a dark light flashed in Hong Qi's eyes. He slapped his chest with his right hand and spat out a mouthful of black blood. A strange black smoke of dark blue suddenly shot out from inside his clothes and headed straight for Feng Xinglie's chest!

The attack came so suddenly that Feng Xinglie only had time to open his folding fan to block it. When the dark green blades were right in front of him, he realized that they were not black smoke at all, but a row of tiny and strangely shaped insects!

Damn it! She'd finally learned what it meant to lose everything due to carelessness! Gritting her teeth, she was about to take the blow with her palm when suddenly her waist tightened, and a powerful, domineering force swept her away quickly. The flying insects were also swept away by the newcomer's sword energy, all of them being killed and falling onto the bright red tent blanket, leaving patches of pitch-black blood, which looked extremely eerie.

"Lie!" Who else could it be but Ling Yuxiang in those fiery red clothes? He looked Feng Xinglie up and down nervously, then tightly embraced her, still shaken. What a close call! He had only returned after confirming no one was following him, and upon entering the tent, he witnessed this scene. His heart nearly leaped out of his chest! If he had arrived even a moment later…

If something really happens to her...

Ling Yuxiang felt a tightness in his chest, a mixture of shock, fear, and anger. Only after confirming that she was alright did he grit his teeth and scold her, "How could you be so distracted! That green worm is many times more terrifying than poison! Did you try to scare me to death?!"

In the short time she walked away, she had already brushed with death! This arrogant, shameless woman, why can't she learn to be wise?! Her mind is terrifyingly intelligent, yet she always puts herself in danger. He absolutely refused to believe she didn't anticipate that Hong Qi was hiding a trump card! She…she deliberately never seemed to care about her own life! She…

Did she always intend to take risks? Did she always think that she could just die and avoid being burdened with a bloody debt?

Ling Yuxiang was terrified by the terrible thoughts in his heart, and became increasingly flustered. His gaze towards Feng Xinglie was filled with heartache and complexity. Those piercing eyes seemed to see right through him, making Feng Xinglie feel inexplicably guilty and flustered.

"I...you...don't you even question what your old general said?"

Feng Xinglie was somewhat incoherent, her words barely considered, adding a strange quality to her speech. But as soon as she spoke, she realized her head was throbbing and she felt impulsive; this was completely unlike her usual self! How could she become so anxious and so...uncontrollable under Ling Yuxiang's gaze?

Upon hearing this, Ling Yuxiang felt a tremendous shock in his heart. He couldn't help but pick up the hateful woman in his arms and rush out of the camp like lightning, without even leaving a word of instruction. At this moment, all he wanted was to find a quiet place, a place where no one would disturb him, to have a "good" talk with the person in his arms whom he had worried about so much.

If this continues, I'm afraid he'll go crazy sooner or later!

[Border Storm: Chapter Twenty-Eight - I'm Just Afraid of You]

The warm afternoon breeze was refreshing and not too cold, but Feng Xinglie still couldn't help but hug her arms tightly and shrink into the red dress that encircled her. Ling Yuxiang seemed to sense this, his muscles contracted slightly, and he hugged her even tighter.

Feng Xinglie wasn't powerless to resist, nor was he unaware of what Ling Yuxiang was trying to do; rather, he simply allowed Ling Yuxiang to hold him without making any move because of his earlier words.

A silence fell between them. Feng Xinglie buried his head in his chest, feeling sullen and unsure of what to think. Ling Yuxiang ran wildly without lowering his head, equally clueless about what he was thinking.

The scenery around me rushed past, and before I knew it, I was out of the military camp, far away from the crowd. All that was left was silence, except for the sounds of the wind and birds. Gradually, my mood calmed down, and slowly, my whole body relaxed.

She lazily squinted, gazing at his face, which appeared even more ethereal and handsome in the wind. Suddenly, she realized how accurate it was when the maids in Dadu had described their prince as "handsome and dashing like a banished immortal." However, compared to her own male disguise, well, she still fell short. (Xiao Lie, you're as arrogant as ever!)

Feeling this "rogue" admiring gaze, Ling Yuxiang couldn't help but look down. Her clear black and white eyes showed a rare mischievousness that a young girl should have. Feeling a sense of satisfaction, he also revealed a charming and elegant smile that was irresistible to anyone. It was completely different from his tough behavior just now. They were worlds apart.

His body suddenly stopped, and he began to sink straight down! Feng Xinglie instinctively reached out and grabbed someone's neck, preventing the feeling of floating in the air.

It landed firmly on a branch, standing gracefully in a corner of that massive tree. Although it was extremely high above the ground, Feng Xinglie was not afraid of it falling.

She looked up, quite annoyed, only to find the culprit grinning mischievously at her with a straight face.

Hmph! Very well! He acted all furious just now, was he just trying to bluff her? And she even felt guilty and uneasy? Now that I think about it, it was completely unnecessary! She raised her eyebrows, her tone unpleasant:

"What's wrong with you?!"

Ling Yuxiang pouted, looking quite aggrieved: "If I hadn't brought you out, I'm afraid I would have gone crazy right there in the tent!"

Feng Xinglie rolled his eyes again, as always, with annoyance: "What are you angry about?"

Having finally calmed down, Ling Yuxiang felt the urge to hit someone again, glaring fiercely at the heartless guy.

"Why I'm angry, do you not know?"

Feng Xinglie was overwhelmed by his imposing aura. He was already in the wrong, and being in the other man's arms made him feel inferior. However, he couldn't help but snort, "You're just angry that I'm paranoid. Anyone would think of Qingli after hearing what Hong Qi said. Why don't you think that I have a connection with Qingli? Who am I to you? Why don't you suspect me?"

Hearing these seemingly nonchalant words, Ling Yuxiang was truly enraged by Feng Xinglie for the first time, gnashing his teeth in hatred, heartbroken and furious.

"Feng Xinglie! You're really giving me a headache!"

Facing those burning eyes, Feng Xinglie lowered his head weakly, glancing left and right, and muttered a weak defense: "If you have a headache, why bother with me? We're not even friends, and it's not clear who's friend or foe..."

"Stop spouting nonsense!"

Without hesitation, he turned her body around, forcing her to look into his eyes without any room for resistance. Ling Yuxiang almost lost control of the urge to beat this bastard who always abused her like this to bring her to her senses! He could no longer suppress his soaring anger:

"Do you only feel happy when people misunderstand you? Do you only feel happy when everyone thinks you're the worst bastard in the world? I understand better than anyone that Hong Qi's words were meant to sow discord, that he was using Qingli to disturb your peace of mind! And your own words, they weren't just about doubting or guessing me, they were clearly the fear you unintentionally revealed! I really don't understand, I can't see clearly? You underestimate me, Ling Yuxiang, too much!"

Ignoring her increasingly rapid breathing, Ling Yuxiang was determined to shout out all the words in his heart!

"Actually, you know perfectly well that I won't doubt you, but deep down you're afraid. You always feel that you've let the world down, that you're carrying too many sins on your shoulders, and that you must pay some price for all that killing, that you must lose something. You, Feng Xinglie, seem fearless, yet you're afraid of me, Ling Yuxiang! So afraid that you don't dare to look me in the eye and answer a single word to me!"

"Yes! Ling Yuxiang, you're right! I'm afraid of you!" With slightly reddened eyes, whether from anger or emotion, Feng Xinglie couldn't help but roar, his aura even more intense: "I'm afraid you'll see my pain, afraid you'll worry about me and be sad for me. I'm thinking that if you admit you doubt me, I'm afraid my heart will ache unbearably, and I'll take revenge on you without hesitation. If you really understand my fear, I'm afraid that one day you'll be torn between the world and me. I've thought about it all, and it's all for you. I'm even afraid you'll know, even if it means you'll misunderstand, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist misleading you. Tell me, am I not afraid of you?"

Why endure it any longer? Why remain silent? Since this person in front of you sees through you so clearly, do you think he wouldn't guess even if she didn't speak? Since you've already seen through her, and since you don't care, what's wrong with being open and honest?

As their eyes met, both of them, slightly out of breath, were filled with countless surprises and shock. Words that were hard to digest were suddenly communicated without hindrance. They had never known that someone could understand them so deeply!

Finally understanding what Feng Xinglie meant, Ling Yuxiang, who had been like a block of wood, showed even greater surprise on his face, and was so excited that he almost wanted to fly off the tree!

"Lie...you...what do you mean by that! What do you mean?"

He was so happy he was practically babbling incoherently, he was practically dancing with joy!

Feng Xinglie blushed slightly, and thinking about what she had just said, she said rather awkwardly, "Is it really worth being so overjoyed and celebrating like the heavens? What do you mean? Can't you understand it yourself?" She had said it, so why wouldn't she admit it? But she had no intention of explaining it to him slowly! He really didn't understand? That would be a lie!

Ling Yuxiang said urgently, "I didn't hear you clearly just now, please say it again!"

Feng Xinglie was not about to give in, and gave him a push in a mock-serious manner: "If you didn't hear me clearly, that's fine, I don't remember it myself!"

"Say it again, just once!" He held up a finger and waved it in front of Feng Xinglie's eyes, extremely solemn. Ling Yuxiang was relentless in his pursuit of his goal.

Feng Xinglie got angry and raised his fist to threaten, "Do you want two more circles to grow on your face?"

"Say it again, and I'll grow a hundred circles, no problem!" Feng Xinglie wondered if Ling Yuxiang had really lost his mind, but he agreed with unparalleled ease and seriousness.

"You deserve a beating!"

"I'm willing to be beaten by you! Others don't have that kind of luck (Xiao Lie uses a knife but not his fists against others). If you hit my left cheek, I'll never offer my right. Tell me, which cheek do you want me to hit?"

"You...you're absolutely unreasonable!"

"If you repeat what you just said, I promise I can understand immediately!" Ling Yuxiang started to act shamelessly.

"I don't want to!" This shameless image gave people goosebumps. It felt so strange that Feng Xinglie was not willing to give in.

Ling Yuxiang suddenly let out a profound laugh and said mysteriously, "Since you won't tell me, then I'll interpret it my way, hmm..."

A sudden chill ran down his spine. What was this guy up to? Feng Xinglie stared at him warily, his eyes screaming: Don't do anything rash! He looked like a virtuous young woman being targeted by a pervert. (Sweat, Xiao Lie, what about your image!) (Lie: My chastity is almost gone, what image are you talking about!)

Ling Yuxiang found it amusing, swallowing back all his thoughts. His handsome face was filled with distress and helplessness: "Am I really that untrustworthy to you? Or do you think I can do anything to you if you don't want to?"

"Hmph, Sister Lian said that all men are no good! Who knows what you're really like at heart!"

"Sister Lian? Who's that?" Ling Yuxiang blinked in confusion.