"My lord, don’t ask how it feels after transforming."
"Hmm, you know, I’ve never conceptualized such a transformation."
"But My lord, you must still be very curious. Curious about what it feels like for a man to beco a woman."
"Hmm, I’m not curious."
"My lord, lying is not good."
"Then let’s not talk about it. Let’s get down to business. You can’t maintain this state for too long, can you?"
"Indeed."
Zheng Fan gestured for Siniang to co over and untie her. Siniang walked over and withdrew the silk threads that had previously bound Lady Daxi.
With Zheng Fan’s support, Lady Daxi stood up from the ground.
Finally, Zheng Fan couldn’t resist asking, "Are they heavy?"
Lady Daxi wore a thoughtful expression, as if she were genuinely pondering this question—a question most n couldn’t experience and most won didn’t feel the need to experience.
Finally, Lady Daxi spoke, "My lord, I don’t think this is an issue."
"I’m glad you didn’t call lecherous again, but I’m very dissatisfied with such an insincere answer."
"My lord, many slightly overweight n in this world, their ’those’ are actually larger than many won’s."
"Oh?" Zheng Fan was taken aback. "That’s true."
This sowhat awkward question was brushed aside. Lady Daxi began to walk forward, afraid that after asking about the ’upper parts,’ Zheng Fan would then ask about the ’lower parts.’
Fortunately, Zheng Fan hadn’t stooped that low yet and continued to support Lady Daxi as they moved forward.
Liang Cheng waved his hand, signaling everyone to get ready.
At this mont, A Ming looked around and asked, "Are we missing sothing?"
Siniang yawned and said, "No."
「...」
The city gates of Mianzhou had been closed again. In truth, the beacon fires had long been lit, but no one knew how long it would take for reinforcents to arrive. The enemy had appeared too quickly; reinforcents could not possibly arrive swiftly enough.
ng Geng’s father had once defended a city in the Southwest for a year, besieged by a vast surrounding force of rebellious Tusi soldiers, before reinforcents finally arrived. With this family legacy in mind, ng Geng held little hope for reinforcents. When the reinforcents would co, or whether they were willing to co—these were all external factors and didn’t affect him carrying out the tasks at hand.
On the city tower, the defenses he had reorganized, though appearing hasty, were at least orderly. This is a man of talent, he thought, one who knows how to wage war.
In ng Geng’s eyes, he had failed; the city had only been held because Liang Cheng lacked sufficient troops.
And in Liang Cheng’s view, ng Geng was truly exceptional for managing to hold the city with such substandard soldiers.
Truthfully, tonight’s events wouldn’t have reached such an extre had Lady Daxi and her Wolf Land Soldiers not been so arrogant, recklessly pursuing their enemies. The army of Green Willow Fortress might have been forced to withdraw after suffering losses here.
But such is the wondrous nature of the world; all sorts of people and unexpected events always erge to add their rich colors to life.
On the city walls, defenders stood in dense ranks. The native soldiers had also been deployed there, and everyone was on high alert.
Previously, the Wolf Land Soldiers had charged out of the city in pursuit, only to be counter-attacked. ng Geng then led the city defenders out to repel the Yan people who were attempting to storm the gates. Following this, both sides entered a tacit period of ’peace,’ though it was exceedingly brief.
The Yan people were clearing the battlefield, collecting heads, and tending to their wounded, while the Qian people, on their side, were reorganizing the city wall’s defenses.
But ng Geng knew the Yan people were unlikely to leave so easily.
Right now, ng Geng’s only hope was that Lady Daxi had died in battle. Her death would save him a great deal of trouble. However, even if she hadn’t died, considering her own village, she would never cooperate with the Yan people. The Tusi chieftains weren’t fools. Besides, Lady Daxi still had a son back in her village.
ng Geng took a deep breath.
Ahead, the Yan people appeared, holding torches.
Then, the defenders on the city wall, especially the native soldiers, were stunned.
Below the city wall, two hundred native prisoners knelt in two rows. Behind them stood Yan n, holding blades.
The distance was awkward; crossbow bolts could barely reach it, making it difficult to aim accurately enough to kill.
What astonished ng Geng even more was that he saw Lady Daxi erge. Beside her was that tower-like man who had previously left a deep impression on ng Geng, holding a torch in his left hand and a motionless person on his right shoulder.
Every ti Lady Daxi took a step forward, the tower-like man also took a step forward.
Zheng Fan stood behind Lady Daxi, supporting her. Fanli, on her other side, also had to keep pace. Probably because the signal is bad, so we have to stay close, huh? Zheng Fan mused.
The cold wind relentlessly whipped the torch flas. Tonight’s moon was full and bright, so even though it was late, visibility wasn’t actually low.
Everything was ready, just waiting for Lady Daxi to call out.
At this mont, Lady Daxi suddenly turned her head to Zheng Fan beside her and said, "My lord, your subordinate doesn’t speak the native dialect."
Zheng Fan was speechless.
Fanli, overhearing this from the side, just chuckled foolishly and then lightly jiggled the blind man’s body on his shoulder a few tis.
"Seriously? The stage is all set, and *now* you tell this? How are you any different from my classmate in my past life who pulled an all-nighter at an internet café the day before his postgraduate entrance exam?"
"Your subordinate recalls, My lord, that you and A Cheng were discussing whether sothing was ’dirty’ or not."
"You were eavesdropping again."
"On the battlefield, your subordinate must always be more observant."
"So, what do we do now?" Zheng Fan asked.
Lady Daxi pushed away Zheng Fan’s supporting hand.
She walked forward a few steps on her own, raised both hands, and shouted towards the city tower in the Central Plains dialect, "Lads! Hear my command! Raise your blades! Draw your bows! Slay the Qian n beside you and welco the Yan people into the city!"
After shouting, Lady Daxi turned her face to look at Zheng Fan behind her, her gaze flicked upward slightly as she silently asked, Well?
Zheng Fan nodded and said, "Dirtier."
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