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Chapitre 90

Tuoba Jie pinned Rongyue's hands above her head, his phoenix eyes slightly narrowed: "What other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Bring them on! I'm waiting right here!"

Rongyue was completely at a loss this time. With her neck stiff, Rongyue refused to admit defeat and roared in a rough voice, "You dare to be so insolent! Tuoba Jie, do you want to relive the taste of those twenty lashes again...?" Before Rongyue could finish speaking, Tuoba pressed his body down hard, making it extremely difficult for Rongyue to even breathe, let alone speak.

"Go on!" Tuoba Jie narrowed his eyes, his expression cold, alluring, and icy.

"You...you want to crush me to death...?"

"So what if it is?"

"You pig...you're so heavy..."

Tuoba Jie's face darkened: "So sharp-tongued, even at this point you still want to curse!"

Gasping for breath like a fish with its mouth agape, Rongyue's cheeks flushed crimson, like peach blossoms in full bloom in March, pink tinged with moon white, white tinged with pale pink. Though not as flamboyant and alluring as a poppy, her elegance revealed a captivating charm, a charm imbued with innocence. Coupled with her dreamy almond-shaped eyes, she truly embodied the image of a peach blossom in full bloom, dazzling in its splendor…

If he were a woman, what kind of charm would he possess...?

In the instant that Tuoba Jie's phoenix eyes were momentarily dazed, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his neck.

"Do you want to bite me to death?!" Just as he was about to pull Rongyue away from his neck, a cold wind suddenly swept in from the tent opening, accompanied by a deafening roar—

"What are you two doing?!"

Volume Two: The Resolute Heroines' Chronicle, Chapter Twenty: Tuoba Chen's Confession

Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were in disarray, her face flushed, and she was breathing heavily. She raised her head and seemed impatient to kiss the man's neck...

The man was on top of the woman, their bodies pressed together intimately. Such a suggestive scene would inevitably lead anyone who saw it to have erotic fantasies. At this moment, Tuoba Chen's face was no longer playful; it was now stern and frosty, his handsome eyes cold and sharp, like blades forged from ice and snow.

The heavy footsteps, laced with suppressed rage, abruptly stopped as his knees touched the edge of the bed. Staring intently at the two figures frozen in their positions on the bed, seemingly still in a daze, Tuoba Chen's fists clenched tighter at his sides, his knuckles bony and translucent white, as if he had reached his limit. With a sudden roar, Tuoba Chen's fists swept towards Tuoba Jie like a storm: "Tuoba Jie, you deserve to die!!"

Unable to dodge in time, Tuoba Jie took several punches, his bewitching face instantly covered in red welts. Leaping and dodging, Tuoba Jie rose to his feet, roaring, "Tuoba Chen! Don't think that just because I've tolerated you time and time again, it's because I'm afraid of you! Don't blame me for not warning you, if you continue to be so arrogant and reckless, you'd better watch your life!"

His cold eyes flashed with sharp, icy glints: "How dare you threaten this prince? You have some nerve!"

Before Tuoba Jie could speak again, Tuoba Chen threw a vicious punch at Tuoba Jie's abdomen. Almost dodging it, Tuoba Jie was enraged and clenched his fists, engaging Tuoba Chen in a physical fight.

Inside the military tent, Tuoba Jie and Tuoba Chen exchanged blows, their anger blazing, like two enraged wild beasts roaring and wrestling. Almost all the scattered decorations around them were unfortunately swept to the ground during their fight, a tragic end for the two.

Looking at the chaotic and unsightly military tent, staring at the two men's powerful fists, glancing at the black-armored soldiers who had rushed in from outside the tent upon hearing the noise and stood frozen in place, and eyeing the flickering candle wick that was almost burnt out, Rong Yue pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, feeling as if smoke was rising from the top of the candle!

When they felt several thin, silvery, sharp beams of light rushing towards their lower bodies, the two men, who were wrestling fiercely, tried to stop it, but it was too late. They could only watch helplessly as the beams of light swept past their eyes at a terrifying speed and disappeared into their calves in an instant!

After a mere second of stalemate, the two who had been fighting simultaneously bent their knees toward each other, the difference being that Tuoba Chen bent his left knee and Tuoba Jie bent his right knee.

The two of them turned their heads simultaneously, glaring angrily at Rongyue on the bed—

"What are you doing, mistress?!"

"Jian Xiaosan, are you tired of living?!"

With a dark expression, Rongyue jumped off the bed, flicked her robe, and strode over to them, kicking each of them once: "Remember this, this is the military tent of the Southern Kingdom, not a place for monkey shows on the street! Keep that in mind!" With a cold glint in her eyes, she swept them aside, flicked her sleeve, and lifted the curtain to leave.

Only when the footsteps faded into the distance did Tuoba Jie and Tuoba Chen realize the meaning behind Rong Yue's words, and once again glared angrily at the still-trembling dark blue curtain: "Jian Xiaosan!"

...

Leaning back in the pearwood chair, Rongyue lazily held the yellowed book in her hand, casually flipped through a few pages, and then impatiently tossed it into the air: "What kind of writing is this! It's just scribbles!"

Picking up the scroll from the ground, Tuoba Chen flipped through it suspiciously, raising a brow with his handsome eyes: "Ghost script?"

The sudden noise startled Rongyue: "Huh! When did you come in?"

Setting the book down, Tuoba Chen braced his hands on the table and leaned closer to Rongyue: "It's been quite a while..."

The two were only a few centimeters apart, close enough that Rongyue could smell his faint musk scent and hear his soft breathing.

With an embarrassed expression, Rongyue subtly leaned back, widening the distance between them: "It's so late, do you have something important to discuss with me?"

"Of course something's wrong." He leaned forward a few inches more: "I came specifically to hear the mistress's explanation."

"Explanation?" He frowned.

"Of course, I need an explanation! Don't you, my dear mistress, want to give me an explanation for what happened today, that you ended up under Tuoba Jie's body?"

Her eyebrows furrowed: "Second Prince, please watch your words!"

A cold laugh spread across his face: "You dare to do it but not dare to let people talk about it?"

Two fiery eyes met and collided in mid-air, sparking dazzling, blinding flashes of light.

Her grip on the handrail tightened, and she closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, the fire in her almond-shaped eyes was completely swallowed up by a calm, still lake: "Ha! How dare others interfere with what I do? Besides, I have my own reasons for doing things, so why should I explain myself to outsiders!"

“Outsider?” He gritted his teeth and uttered each word slowly, his handsome eyes narrowing and reflecting a dangerous cold light.

"What, you have a problem with that?"

With her hands braced against the table, she leaped into the air and landed on the other side. To Rongyue's astonishment, Tuoba Chen sat on her lap, his arms possessively around her slender shoulders: "Mistress, you're mine!"

Rongyue was horrified: "Tuoba Chen, you..."

"Once we return to the capital after winning the battle, I will ask my father for permission to bestow you upon me and make you my queen consort!"

Are you crazy?!

"Yes, I've gone mad! Only today did I realize that I really have gone mad for you! You mistress, I'm already bewitched by you, and I'll never recover! So, you mistress, you have to take responsibility!"

Tuoba Chen's firm and unwavering tone made Rongyue tremble. She placed her hands on Tuoba Chen's shoulders and shook him violently, trying to wake him: "Tuoba Chen, are you trying to kill me! I have no past grudges or recent feuds with you, why would you want to harm me! You damned bastard!"