The moment Wenlan let the tent flap fall, she couldnât resist any longer and let out a snort of laughter. Wenqing glared at her.
Wenlan ran up to Chu Lian and whispered, âThird Young Madam, that felt so good.â
Wenqing was also proud of her master. She knew that her master wasnât someone who would allow others to bully her. If someone provoked her, Chu Lian would always return an eye for an eye. If she didnât, then that meant she didnât care about the insult and would let it slide. Chu Lian was the type of person who kept her frustrations inside her; her expression wouldnât change even as her annoyance grew. Taking retribution was a way of venting her anger- if there wasnât any anger, then naturally, there wouldnât be any reason to vent.
When Chu Lian saw how happy Wenlan was, she replied a little helplessly, âTheyâre just little girls. Let them go back once theyâre done washing everything.â
After hearing Chu Lianâs words, Wenqing and Wenlan calmed down, although their worry still showed on their faces.
Wenqing thought for a bit before saying, âThird Young Madam, donât think too much of it. Third Young Master isnât that sort of person. That was just some groundless gossip.â
Chu Lian turned around to smile at Wenqing, her almond-shaped eyes turning into upturned crescents. Under the heat of that stare, Wenqing felt a little awkward. She quickly explained, âThird Young Madam, this servant isnât trying to speak for Third Young Master...ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âOkay, okay, Iâm not blaming you.â
Chu Lian didnât express any of her thoughts on the relationship between He Changdi and General Sima. In her view, things werenât certain yet. All they had heard were a few rumours, which couldnât be considered substantial evidence that there was something going on between the two. Furthermore, even if He Sanlang and General Sima had some sort of dalliance, she could discuss things with He Sanlang and find a way to allow General Sima to take her place.
As long as she remained an Honoured Lady, she could live happily by herself. She would even be free of those troublesome social engagements back in the capital. Wouldnât that be a win-win situation? She could find a man she liked and settle into a peaceful, happy life.
He Sanlang, who was fighting for his life on the frontlines, had no idea that his wicked wife was thinking about how to get away from him. They hadnât even consummated their marriage yet and she was already considering divorce...
If He Sanlang ever found out, it was highly possible heâd puke blood.
Wenqing and Wenlan had been serving Chu Lian for a while now, and they understood a little of her personality. They knew that Third Young Madam didnât want to discuss General Simaâs matters anymore, so they all kept quiet.
A soldier from outside sent in a brazier. Wenqing shifted it closer to keep Chu Lian warm.
He Sanlangâs tent couldnât be compared to General Simaâs.
The tent wasnât very big. Inside, there were only two narrow beds with a simple screen dividing the space in two. There were no carpets placed on the floor, either; it was just some black dirt stripped bare of its surface layer of turf.
Snow had been falling for quite a few days here, so the tent entrance was already a muddy mess. Thanks to the low temperatures, the mud had frozen over. The tent felt extremely moist and wasnât very comfortable.
There wasnât much inside besides that, other than a small table next to the bed on the left. A few tactic books were stacked in a neat pile on top alongside a basic set of ink, brush, and paper.
There was also a wooden box placed beside both beds, most likely for the soldiers to store their clothes and other items.
Chu Lian knew that He Sanlang wasnât staying in this tent alone, but was sharing with Xiao Hongyu.
Of these two beds, only one was He Sanlangâs.
Wenqing and Wenlan were also taking in the arrangements. Of the two, Wenlan was the first to speak. Her cheeks puffed up as she said, âThat General Simaâs living arrangements are so nice; how is it that our Third Young Masterâs are so terrible in comparison?â This tent was cold and dark. Without a charcoal brazier burning, it would be practically inhospitable.