The Scheming of a Prosperous Age: A Concubine's Story

  Watching the war-torn city, Jiuyin also felt a little absent-minded.

  It wasn't until the maid tossed a set of clothes in front of her that she suddenly regained the consciousness she had lost.

  Since ancient times, beauty has been a calamity, but in reality, sometimes the power of blue is even more severe, and if one is not careful, it can bring disaster to the country and its people.

  She picked up the clothes on the bed, ignoring the two women staring at her from the side. She took off the outer garment that Feng Chenye had thrown to her and hastily put it on.

  Anyway, her body had already been seen through by these women who served themselves, at this time, she didn't have the energy or time to pretend to be shy and demure.

  A light dress was draped on her body, and when she looked up at Zhan Qingcheng, she only then discovered that he had been staring at her all along, seemingly for quite some time.

  Her face involuntarily turned red, and Jiuyin finally tasted the flavor of shyness. Just now, she was probably seen through by him completely.

  She turned over from the couch and walked quickly to Jing City, looking back at the two maidservants and said in a low voice: "Where is Feng Chenye? Release Jing City quickly!"

  Those two maidservants remained standing quietly to the side, completely disregarding her words. One of them even glared at her with a fierce gaze, saying disdainfully: "How dare you! The name of Master Yi is not something that a lowly female slave like you can address directly?"

  Jiǔ yīn fundamentally did not want to bother with her, she squatted down beside the war-inclined city, rolled up his wide sleeves, and pondered what method could be used to open the thick iron chain on his wrist.

  However, the chain was cast in crude iron. If one wasn't a deeply skilled internal martial artist, it would be impossible to open it without the key.

  Just as they were at a loss for words, a man rushed in from outside and appeared before them in an instant.

  It was that man in green clothes again.

  He didn't say another word, his large palm fell on the iron chain, with a surge of energy in his hand, suddenly his face sank, and with one slap, he shattered the iron chain.

  Jiuyin stood stupidly to the side, watching as he opened the two chains one after another. Before she could even speak, Qingyi spoke in a low voice: "We're leaving. If you want the life of the war god, follow us yourself."

  Having said that, he stretched out his arm and helped up the silent Zhan Qingcheng, striding out of the house with large steps.

  Jiuyin hesitated for a moment, then hastily chased after him. He had only taken two steps when his legs went soft again, and he almost fell to the ground due to weakness.

  "What's wrong with you, hurry up!" The man in green clothes turned around and saw her walking slowly with a thoughtful expression. His face sank, and he said unpleasantly: "If you don't go, I'll hand you over to the soldiers."

  Jiuyin was startled and hastily chased after him.

  To the soldiers, it's no joke.

  She believes that these people are absolutely capable of putting their words into action.

  Deep night, bright moon hanging high.

  A group of people left the island owner's mansion under the starry sky and hurried towards the city.

  Jiuyin and Zhan Qingcheng were thrown into a relatively spacious horse-drawn carriage.

  Jiuyin knew that this was specially prepared for Qingshi, and the arrangement of various aspects in the car could be considered elegant and exquisite, even giving people a kind of noble atmosphere.

  There were some questions that had been on his mind for a long time. Although Jing Cheng had become a prisoner of war, the people of Feng Chen Ye treated him with obvious respect and reverence, which seemed unreasonable to treat a captive in such a respectful manner.

  What is the unspoken relationship between Feng Chen Ye and Qing Cheng?

  Although Jiuyin was the War God's lover in the past, she knew very little about his affairs. Fēng Chén Yè traveled thousands of miles to help the Lord of Lángyá Island repel the enemy army, but as far as she could see, Qīngchéng was actually his target.

  What deep hatred does she have with him?

  The horse carriage was galloping steadily on the official road.