In the military tent, the Prince Regent deliberately placed the green jade divine bull lantern brought from the capital, displaying an air of solemnity and majesty. The luxurious and imposing presence, along with the radiant light, vividly reflected on the white figure, exceptionally dazzling and bright.
Feng Autian’s lips were slightly pursed, and her phoenix eyes were slightly lowered. Only then did she remember the rules when summoning men into the tent on previous occasions? Of course, the soul would not dare to violate them. The hesitation just now was just a reminder to him, and she momentarily forgot about such trivial matters.
Jibai and the others took a closer look, quickly lowering their heads, unable to bear looking directly, enduring the intense pain that convulsed their bodies. They all felt indignant and sorrowful about the scene they witnessed. Mu Hanyao was their undefeated idol, and they would rather endure humiliation themselves than see General Mu presented in such a manner. In the future, they would have no face to meet General Mu.
The unusual feeling in Feng Autian’s heart passed in an instant, without much thought. Now that it had become a reality, she wanted to see how high Mu Hanyao’s aspirations were and whether he was as majestic and wise as the rumors said.
Earlier, in her impression, she didn’t have a deep impression of Mu Hanyao. Except for the year he greatly defeated the Qi Kingdom, achieved fame and success, and returned to the capital, Feng Autian accompanied the late emperor to personally welcome him at the city gate. At that time, Mu Hanyao was just a young and tender teenager, but he presented himself as if he were an old and wise youth, which displeased her. As a result, she developed a bit of aversion towards Mu Hanyao. In her eyes, apart from the late emperor’s beauty and elegance, any man couldn’t catch her eye.
Now, the young man has grown up. At this moment, he kneels on the ground, completely naked, unable to move due to the acupoints being sealed. His bronze-colored skin, infused with hidden anger, exudes a chilling and fierce cold light.
With a single glance, his deep and pitch-black eyes shoot out cold stars. His eyebrows, as if painted, are firm and resolute. His body is majestic, with robust bones and muscles, a broad chest, and an imposing aura that could defy ten thousand foes. Even the pillar symbolizing male authority cannot conceal a hint of dominance.
His face, colder and more stern than hers, is sharply defined, exuding a resolute and unyielding might. Even now, standing naked before everyone, he possesses a daunting charisma as if he were an indomitable deity.
Feng Autian can imagine that if he were clad in battle armor, wielding a long spear, and riding a tall horse, the sight would be incredibly majestic. At this moment, he stands alone, yet it feels as if a thousand troops and horses stand behind him, intimidating enemies and instilling fear in their hearts. Even without uttering a word, he radiates a powerful presence, destined to be a war god standing firm on this vast land, causing others to tremble at the mere mention of his name.
She has already made up her mind. Those who follow her will prosper, and those who oppose her will perish. If used by her, it will be her fortune; if not, it must be eliminated, or else it will become a source of calamity.
Mu Hanyao also stares directly at Feng Autian, who is seated in a high position. His anger is overwhelming. Now that he cannot move, he will undoubtedly struggle to contain himself and deliver a fatal blow to her with a sword.
Feng Autian was well aware of Mu Hanyao’s anger but remained indifferent. She unabashedly scrutinized his naked form and lifted a hint of the playful smile typical of the Prince Regent. “It seems General Mu has been paying great attention to self-care these years. Good physique. I wonder, though, how skilled you are in other areas.”
Such a blatantly teasing remark caused the generals kneeling nearby, heads bowed in silence, to inwardly despise the Prince Regent. It appeared that the Prince Regent had indeed grown tired of delicate beauties. The soldiers in the camp could not satisfy his desires. Now, he seemed to have developed a liking for more robust men. However, the question remained: was General Mu the kind he fancied? Unless the Prince Regent truly had no intention of returning alive to the capital, even if they had to sacrifice themselves, they would protect General Mu, not allowing any disrespect or abuse towards him.
Mu Hanyao’s heart sank, staring fiercely at Feng Autian. The coldness in his eyes was colder than a millennium of ice. Such a gaze was not something an ordinary person could endure.
Seeing Mu Hanyao’s expression, Feng Autian casually brushed a strand of hair from her chest, propped her chin with her right hand, and continued to leisurely appraise him. In that fleeting moment, Mu Hanyao’s acupoints were released.
He swiftly stood up from the ground, drawing the dagger from Jibai’s waist, who knelt closest to him. A chilling and intimidating glint flashed in his deep eyes. With accelerated steps, the large blade in his hand seemed to be infused with tremendous force, creating a gust of wind as he thrust it straight toward Feng Autian.
Seeing this, the four generals were ready to intervene, but Feng Autian raised her hand slightly, signaling them to stay put. She casually observed the solemn and murderous aura in the approaching blade.
Witnessing this, Jibai and the others looked up, unanimously hoping that Mu Hanyao would indeed put an end to the Prince Regent with a single stroke. Otherwise, their future days would become even more difficult.
Feng Autian pressed her thin lips, coldly and indifferently watching Mu Hanyao advancing towards her with a heavy and killing intent in his blade. Agile in movement, swift in technique, and ruthless in strength, for an ordinary person, there would be no escape. Facing this strike, there would be no hope of survival.
However, Mu Hanyao, despite his current composure, had not erased his inherent arrogance. Although he displayed a fierce aura, encountering an infuriating event, even the most patient person might act in such a normal way. Moreover, he was still a prestigious general.
The blade pierced through the tent, releasing the long-preserved chilling air. It aimed directly at her heart. Just when the blade was about to stab into the fabric covering her heart, Feng Autian swiftly dodged, gliding past the blade. Her palm struck Mu Hanyao’s chest without using internal force, lightly tapping a point. Before anyone could react, she had already moved behind Mu Hanyao, lowering her gaze to her right hand that had just touched his body. With jade-like fingers gently squeezing, a sly smile curved her lips, and a pair of cold eyes swept over as if savoring an endless delight.
“General Mu’s chest muscles are quite elastic, but… I didn’t know General Mu had such a hobby, enjoying being exposed,” she said in a cool voice that pierced through the frozen blade.
Mu Hanyao had known earlier that Feng Autian possessed formidable martial skills, but having trained diligently since childhood and confident in his martial prowess, he watched as she effortlessly handled his powerful and threatening strike. Alongside the slight teasing, he lowered his gaze, glancing over the area of his chest that she had touched. There seemed to be a lingering coolness, and if he had truly made a move just now, he might have met his demise.
Lifting his eyes, he looked at Feng Autian with a puzzled expression. Reflecting on everything that had happened from the moment he was forcibly taken away by two unknown individuals while he was working in the quarry, he couldn’t comprehend the events. He had been acupoint-sealed and unable to break free. The two individuals were exceptionally fast, and their martial skills surpassed his own. Therefore, he observed quietly, pondering where these two people intended to take him.
Little did he know that the two had brought him to the edge of a lake, tore his clothes apart, and threw him directly into the water, almost drowning him. Just as he was about to lose consciousness, they pulled him out. However, instead of clothing him, they left him bare, allowing the cold wind to sweep over his completely exposed body. Against his will, they escorted him to the military camp.
