She Rebuilt Her Fallen Country With Storage Space-Chapter 112 - Do You Care About My Life
Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Do You Care About My Life?
Chapter 112 -112: Do You Care About My Life?
Xiang Ying furrowed her brows, feeling that things were not as simple as they seemed.
She immediately called for Acid Scholar, asking him to take her to meet General Changsheng.
Knowing her intention, Acid Scholar grew so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly in objection.
“Absolutely not, the Military Supervisor has gone through great effort to fish you out of jail; if you go again, the Great General will surely settle both new and old accounts with you!”
“The Zhao Family still harbors resentment towards you for cutting off their family line.”
Xiang Ying spoke with resolve: “He can’t kill me yet, but if I don’t go, those who are targeting Jie Chen will succeed.”
She thought about it; General Changsheng must be in the camp right now.
Xiang Ying turned her head, directly brought a horse, mounted it, and galloped straight towards the camp.
Supervisor Ke thought she was just bragging, but when he turned around, he saw Xiang Ying’s figure disappearing into the distance.
“Stop her quickly! She’s truly courting death!” Supervisor Ke shouted anxiously.
Acid Scholar and Skinny Monkey, along with the soldiers, took up horses to chase her, but none of them could match Xiang Ying’s speed.
They watched helplessly as she broke into the camp, only to be stopped by the Great General’s men.
“We’re done for, she’s really not afraid of death,” mumbled Skinny Monkey.
Yet Acid Scholar remained silent.
Xiang Ying’s decision surprised him.
At such a time, she was putting her own safety aside to help Jie Chen.
Xiang Ying was escorted by the soldiers to the Great General’s tent.
General Changsheng, nearing his fifties, exuded a murderous aura from years of battle.
His beard gave him an even more stern and serious demeanor, not given to frivolity.
With just one look from him, Xiang Ying felt the threat.
“You dare to come?” the Great General’s voice, tiger-like, was deep and forceful, “Jie Chen defended you once; do you think I will give you a second chance?”
Xiang Ying stood unyielding in the tent, her black hair flowing around her pale cheeks, not at all like a female prisoner.
But it fitted the description in the legends about her, naturally, the Great General had no fondness for her.
Such a woman, seeking to entice through her beauty, and yet Jie Chen couldn’t resist intervening on her behalf.
“Great General, with your countless military exploits and strategic wisdom, surely you understand the need for prudence in capturing someone.”
“The thin iron mask left in the granary was a gift I gave to Jie Chen. Such masks can be found everywhere, twenty taels each; anyone who wants to buy one could be the grain thief.”
“Based solely on this, it seems unfair to imprison the loyal Jie Jianjun.”
General Changsheng let out a cold laugh: “Are you accusing me of injustice in handling this matter?”
Xiang Ying slightly lifted her delicate chin: “I wouldn’t dare, but I’m merely stating what I know so that Jie Jianjun doesn’t suffer an unjust accusation.”
“A fine ‘unjust accusation’,” General Changsheng stroked his beard, “Did you know I just issued an order that anyone who pleads for Jie Chen will be treated as an accomplice? Do you still dare to continue arguing on his behalf?”
Would Xiang Ying be afraid?
Her deep, black Phoenix Eyes were filled with clarity, like a stretch of snowy light.
“Jie Chen is innocent. I don’t believe he would steal from the granary; it’s meaningless for him.”
General Changsheng looked Xiang Ying up and down, seemingly surprised by her courage.
But he had already condemned Jie Chen.
“Since you are determined to defend him, it’s a pity that the evidence is conclusive; I will not show mercy outside the law! Escort this woman to the dungeon!”
Xiang Ying was seized by the soldiers and led away.
Before leaving, she didn’t forget to emphasize: “General, you only need to look on the streets to see, thin iron masks are everywhere; why did the grain thief specifically leave this flaw? Someone wants to frame Jie Chen!”
Her voice faded away, and the Great General stroked his beard in silence, his eyes dark and steady.
Jie Chen sat in the prison cell, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed in meditation.
Hearing the sound of the door lock being opened, he opened his thin eyes, and for a moment was taken aback.
Xiang Ying raised her head towards him: “Cellmate, hello.”
The soldier pushed her into the cell with a shove, mocking with his mouth: “What time is it, and you still have the mood for flirting and bantering.”
“The General said, only one of you two can live, the other will be convicted, tied with stones and sunk in the river, cherish your last moments together!”
The soldier closed the door and walked away, jangling the keys.
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Jie Chen’s face was cold, no, it looked more like iron blue.
He stared at Xiang Ying, until she sat down beside him, then he spoke through clenched teeth: “Did you come here especially to seek death?”
Xiang Ying was much calmer than him.
“Don’t blame me, blame Great General Changsheng for not distinguishing right from wrong. I couldn’t watch you being wrongfully accused, so I went to him and told the truth, Iron Mask was from me to you.”
“You—!” Jie Chen was almost angered to death by this woman, “What good does it do you to die with me?”
Xiang Ying started to laugh, her Phoenix Eyes curving: “It’s quite nice to have a handsome male ghost as company, and also, you have a good figure, and well… your skills are quite decent.”
Jie Chen was completely annoyed: “Xiang! Ying!”
She put away her joking demeanor, her voice soft: “Don’t ask why, because you were good to me, I don’t want to fail to repay your kindness.”
“Weren’t you also taking a risk when you fished me out of the prison?”
Jie Chen’s face turned stiff: “It’s not the same.”
Xiang Ying looked at him: “It is the same. While scar face was alive, the person he respected most was you.”
“You also never allowed your men to violate female prisoners; someone else might not have been so thoughtful.”
“So, whether it’s for him, or for your kindness to me, or for the entire Exile Team, I should step forward to testify for you.”
“Moreover, I’ve decided that if the Great General really wants to take someone to sink in the river, let it be me.”
She lowered her voice: “Don’t forget, I can swim. Even if they tie stones to me, not to mention the whole body, I can still escape.”
“Just take good care of my three children.”
Xiang Ying had thought it through before she came.
If they sank her in the river, she would sneak away, find an opportunity to take the kids.
After all, they are almost in Nanyue, she could grope around and find the way.
Always following the Exile Team; it’s convenient but too strenuous.
Jie Chen, however, stared at her, saying nothing.
His dark, thin eyes, immersed in moonlight-like chill, yet seemed to be veiled with fog, obscure to read what he was thinking.
He looked at Xiang Ying with some complexity.
After a while, he asked: “Do you care about my life?”
Xiang Ying couldn’t help but chuckle on hearing this: “Of course, out of the whole Exile Team, I should be the one who least wishes you dead.”
Jie Chen’s gaze was too focused, and Xiang Ying couldn’t help but lean in to look into his eyes.
Their faces were only inches apart, nearly touching, their hot breaths seemingly tangled together.
The moonlight from outside poured through the narrow window.
Xiang Ying’s lips parted: “Jie Chen, right now we are isolated and dependent on each other, I think this feeling isn’t too bad.”
It’s been a long time since she felt this shoulder-to-shoulder sensation facing life and death.
“After I go and sink in the river for you, can you let go of your past prejudices against me? Forget about the debauched elder princess, the current Xiang Ying won’t hurt you like before.”
Xiang Ying spoke sincerely, her delicate lashes like a pair of brushes, and Jie Chen uncontrollably watched her beautiful eyes.
Suddenly, he grasped her wrist and pulled her forward.
Xiang Ying’s lips almost collided with his nasal bone.
Jie Chen slightly turned his head to avoid her red lips, his palm was hot, holding tightly.
“Who allowed you to make decisions on your own? I won’t let you be sunk in the river.”
