She was fine without her child by her side; it was her husband’s absence she truly felt the lack of sothing.
Ever since she got together with her husband, they had never been apart.
And since they started sleeping together, they had shared a bed every night, not like now—sleeping separately.
However, this was a military camp, and there was no helping it. If she lived with her husband here, it would create a very bad influence.
Moreover, her husband had to look after the four little ones in the palace first, to prevent them from feeling insecure and thinking that she and her husband didn’t want them anymore. That would be troubleso.
An Jing first glanced at her lone tent before simply taking a bath.
After her bath, An Jing sat at the desk, contemplating how best to carry out a surprise night attack on the thirteen new recruits.
Just then, Ye Zhi called from outside, "Boss, may I enter? I have sothing to talk to you about." Her tone held a suppressed anger.
An Jing, subconsciously thinking that Ye Zhi was angered by Gong Juechen again, still responded, "Co in."
Upon hearing An Jing’s permission, the soldier guarding the tent stepped aside to let Ye Zhi enter An Jing’s tent.
As soon as Ye Zhi entered, she complained to An Jing with great indignation, "Boss, you need to handle this. That Su Chengyuan, using her Princess status, is making Yan Xiaohong and the others massage her shoulders, pound her legs, and wash her clothes. She’s really enjoying herself! She doesn’t look like a soldier at all. I spoke up to her, and she accused of insubordination, pressing with her Princess identity. She has really infuriated !"
When An Jing heard that Ye Zhi was not agitated by Gong Juechen but by Su Chengyuan, and that Su Chengyuan was so excessive, she imdiately rose and quickly headed to Su Chengyuan’s tent.
Upon entering Su Chengyuan’s tent, An Jing saw Su Chengyu reclining leisurely on the bed, with Yan Xiaohong washing her hands clean and then massaging her shoulders, Zhou Piaopiao kneeling and pounding on her left leg, while Ma Guihua was also kneeling and working on the right leg.
An Jing did not erupt imdiately but calmly asked Su Chengyuan, "Who washed your clothes?"
Su Chengyuan saw nothing wrong with others washing her clothes. Hearing An Jing’s question, she honestly replied, pointing at Shi Shi, "She washed them. I was going to ask Du Aya to do it, but Du Aya is too strong, and I was afraid her strong hands might ruin my clothes."
As Su Chengyuan spoke, Yan Xiaohong continued massaging her shoulders, and Zhou Piaopiao and Ma Guihua kept pounding on her legs.
Knowing who was being enslaved by Su Chengyu, An Jing then burst out angrily, "Go on, try massaging and pounding her again?"
Yan Xiaohong, Zhou Piaopiao, and Ma Guihua were imdiately frightened by An Jing’s fury and hurried to stop their hands, shrinking back timidly.
Su Chengyuan was also sowhat scared; An Jing’s rage was simply too intense, and she couldn’t pretend to be oblivious.
"Su Chengyuan," An Jing’s face was cold as she spoke sharply, each word cutting like an incredibly sharp knife, "I already warned you in the cafeteria before, this place is a military camp, you’re here to be a soldier. If you want to enjoy yourself, go ahead—return to the palace. You can enjoy whatever you want there, and I won’t care, but here, if you continue with this nonsense, even if you refuse to go back to the palace, I will have soone send you back!"
After a pause, An Jing added word by word, "I an what I say!"
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