The last half-sentence was spoken so low by Lu Shi that Feng Jin, with her exceptional hearing, could barely make it out.
A surge of anger rushed to Feng Jin's temples. She suppressed it with all her might, her fingers digging into the sack beneath her, making a rustling, shattering sound.
"Go tell that dog of a man that this young lady is done with him!"
"The Young General is also worried..."
"Shut up, hurry and deliver the message!"
Feng Jin lowered her voice, a cold smile on her lips, her eyes fixed on Lu Shi with a piercing gaze.
"I'm going right now!"
His back prickling from her stare, Lu Shi hastily fled.
The army marched at a rapid pace. Feng Jin, riding in the carriage, grew a bit tired from the jolting. She found an outer cloak from her luggage and draped it over herself, settling into a comfortable spot in the carriage before falling soundly asleep.
When Feng Jin woke again, it was already dark. Her whole body was nestled in soft, warm bedding.
Propping herself up with the bed, the sleepiness still lingering on her face, Feng Jin surveyed her surroundings. How had she ended up in the tent? Who was the kind soul who had carried her down?
Just as she was about to get up, the tent flap was opened from the outside. A familiar figure walked in.
"You're awake. Eat something first."
Ling Mo Han entered, carrying a food tray and placing the porridge on the table.
"Just this?" Feng Jin glanced at the bowl of plain porridge and a small dish of pickles on the table, her displeasure evident. The food was far too simple.
"Life on campaign is arduous. It's good enough to have food, just make do for now."
Compared to their previous days of not having enough to eat, this was like heaven. By the time they reached Yingzhong, they might not even be able to eat plain porridge.
Feng Jin ate a little casually, then lost her appetite. "I'm full. Take the things away, I want to sleep."
Without even deigning to spare Ling Mo Han a glance, Feng Jin rose, only to have her wrist grabbed by him.
"Let go!" Feng Jin turned and glared at him coldly.
With a forceful pull of his arm, Feng Jin's slender body landed directly in his broad, strong embrace.
"Let me go!"
Still seething with anger, Feng Jin naturally didn't want to be so close to Ling Mo Han and struggled with all her might.
"Don't move, let me hold you." Ling Mo Han's powerful arms held Feng Jin securely, his head resting on her shoulder. His deep voice sounded in Feng Jin's ear, his breath warm and directed at her earlobe, making her body tingle slightly.
"What are you doing?" Feng Jin, without even realizing it, found her voice laced with a hint of shyness.
After days of marching, Ling Mo Han was already physically and mentally exhausted. Leaning on Feng Jin, his tense nerves relaxed somewhat as he closed his eyes to rest.
They would reach Yingzhong tomorrow, and today countless refugees were fleeing from the direction of Yingzhong. Fortunately, they had not encountered any rebels.
"What's wrong?" Feng Jin sensed that Ling Mo Han's mood was off and asked softly.
A hoarse, deep voice came from behind her: "We reach Yingzhong tomorrow. You stay in the rear camp, no approaching."
As long as Yingzhong was not conquered and the rebels not eradicated, the people of Yingzhong would continue to live in misery for another day.
Therefore, today he had discussed with his subordinates and decided to launch a direct assault tomorrow to capture Yingzhong as soon as possible.
"You're attacking Yingzhong tomorrow?"
From his tone, Feng Jin had already guessed Ling Mo Han's intention.
The man did not deny it. "Scouts have reported that Yingzhong currently only has twenty thousand troops. The rest of the rebels have not yet reached Yingzhong. We should seize this opportunity to take Yingzhong directly."
Feng Jin gazed at the man's face dazedly. She felt as though Ling Mo Han had completely changed today. It was then she understood that his title of God of War was not without reason.
"The battlefield is extremely dangerous. You must be very careful." Feng Jin's entire heart felt as though it were being squeezed by something. Swords and blades were blind on the battlefield. Even though she knew of Ling Mo Han's strength, she couldn't help but worry.
"I have something for you."
Feng Jin stepped forward and brought the bundle she had carried all the way. She untied it mysteriously, revealing another bag inside. Unpacking it layer by layer, it turned out to be a piece of clothing.
"This is a garment made of sky silkworm silk. Wear it."
This cloth, as thin as a cicada's wing, had cost her a thousand gold pieces just for the fabric, resulting in only this one garment.
She had wanted to give it to Ling Mo Han yesterday, but in her anger, she had pushed this important matter to the back of her mind.
"You actually have sky silkworm silk?"
Ling Mo Han knew how precious sky silkworm silk was. The fan with a sky silkworm silk surface that Feng Jin had given to Gu Bei Chen when she became his disciple had made Gu Bei Chen show it off to everyone he met.
Who would have thought that Feng Jin would also use sky silkworm silk to make a garment?
"I originally wanted to use this sky silkworm silk to make clothes for you. Since there were some leftover scraps, it would be a waste to discard them, so I made a fan for Gu Bei Chen."
She couldn't find anything cheaper in the storeroom, so she had made a last-minute effort to create a fan for Gu Bei Chen using the leftover scraps from making clothes for Ling Mo Han.
Ling Mo Han picked up the sky silkworm silk, as thin as a cicada's wing, and examined it. This was truly a treasure. It was quite an effort for Feng Jin to have found sky silkworm silk.
"Try it on quickly and see if it fits."
Ling Mo Han nodded and changed into the garment. It was indeed very light and nimble.
"Let me test its effect." As Feng Jin finished speaking, before Ling Mo Han could react, she shot several silver needles from the arrowheads hidden in her sleeve.
The arrowheads in her hand had been modified and were capable of piercing a person's body. However, when they encountered the sky silkworm silk, they felt like cotton and were all blocked, with several silver needles falling to the ground.
Upon closer inspection, a few of the silver needles on the ground were bent.
Feng Jin couldn't help but marvel at the power of the sky silkworm silk. It was truly impervious to blades and spears. Her silver needles were a bit harder than ordinary ones, and the arrowheads also had increased power, yet they were all blocked, and even a few needles were bent.
"It's indeed remarkable. No wonder Gu Bei Chen brags about it to everyone and treats that fan like a treasure, not allowing anyone to touch it."
A fan made of sky silkworm silk was truly valuable, but compared to the garment he was wearing, it was insignificant.
"If you say so, it makes me feel like that fan was a bit of a loss for Gu Bei Chen. I should have given him something else."
She had only indulged in the experience of being a master, but she had lost a treasure, which felt like a considerable loss.
"It's already been given, it's too late to say anything now."
"How about... I go ask for it back?" Feng Jin asked tentatively, only to receive a white eye from Ling Mo Han.
"Alas..." Feng Jin couldn't help but sigh, dejected. "Forget it, it's already been given. I'll find a way to get it back next time."
She wasn't someone who would accept a loss. She had to find a way to recoup what she had lost elsewhere.
Ling Mo Han's lips curved into a doting smile. His gaze towards Feng Jin was full of affection as he gently stroked her soft hair.
"It's getting late, let's sleep. We need to set off early tomorrow."