Helan Yanting pinched Feng Yunshu's cheek. "If you act without permission like this again, I won't mind forcing myself on you to wipe your body."
Feng Yunshu pouted, wanting to retort but not knowing how.
"Okay, okay, I got it... When did you, my lord, become so petty? It feels like you'll remember this for the rest of my life. It seems this stain on me is here to stay."
Feng Yunshu pretended to sigh helplessly and shook her head. "Alas, life is tough..."
Helan Yanting let out a soft chuckle, ruffled her hair, and before turning to leave, still felt a bit worried and told Ziyuan, "Wipe your young lady clean and make sure not to touch the wound."
Ziyuan quickly nodded. "Ziyuan knows!"
When he reached the tent door, Helan Yanting stopped and left another word for Feng Yunshu. "Don't run around anymore. If I come back and find you gone again, I won't be so easy - going."
Feng Yunshu waved her hand. "Got it, got it. Hurry up and go, my lord. You keep looking back. People who don't know might think you're a newly - married bride reluctant to leave your family..."
"Pfft..." Ziyuan beside her was amused by Feng Yunshu's analogy and couldn't hold back her laughter.
Helan Yanting's expression froze for a moment. His eyebrow twitched helplessly. Finally, he just shook his head and left with a helpless smile. What could he do? After all, she was the wife he had chosen. Sometimes her mind wasn't quite on track, but he still had to spoil her.
He really had to deal with the issues regarding the Duke of Dingguo and the battle between the two countries' armies. So Helan Yanting didn't stay long and soon left.
After Feng Yunshu had her body scrubbed and changed into clean clothes with Ziyuan's help, she finally felt refreshed and her spirit improved a lot. Moreover, the golden wound medicine that Helan Yanting took out was really effective. After applying it, the pain from the wound significantly reduced in a short while.
The lively Feng Yunshu, who had regained her energy, was worried about Qingzhu's wound. So she asked Ziyuan to help her up to check on Qingzhu.
Ziyuan hesitated a bit. "Young lady, your wound has just been treated and bandaged, and your body is still weak. Just now, the lord told us not to let you run around. This..."
"Ziyuan, whose side are you on? I feel like you're siding with others more and more!"
Ziyuan quickly shook her head. "No, no. What are you saying, young lady? Ziyuan has always been on your side! How could I side with others? Ziyuan is just worried about your wound."
"You, just like Xiaoling. I don't know what kind of spell the lord cast on you. You're all so obedient to him. Sigh."
"Really not, Ziyuan—"
Seeing Ziyuan's anxious look as if she was about to explain, Feng Yunshu let out a chuckle. "Okay, okay, I'm just joking. What I said just now was a joke. Help me up. I'm fine."
Ziyuan saw that Feng Yunshu's complexion had indeed improved a lot and her voice was not weak. After thinking for a while, she finally helped her up.
Just as Feng Yunshu walked into the tent where Qingzhu was, she saw Chang Ying conjuring a strange black mist in his palm and aiming it at Qingzhu who was sitting on the bed.
Feng Yunshu's heart skipped a beat. She quickly stepped forward and shouted, "Chang Ying, what are you doing? Stop right now!"
Chang Ying, who was originally about to cast a spell, was interrupted by Feng Yunshu's shout. The black mist in his palm disappeared instantly.
Chang Ying turned his head and saw it was Feng Yunshu. He was stunned for a moment, then said with an obscure expression, "Miss Yunxi."
"What were you doing just now? Are you trying to harm him?!"
In that instant, although the black mist flashed by quickly, Feng Yunshu saw it clearly. Moreover, just now she clearly smelled the aura of a demonic creature on Chang Ying.
"Who exactly are you?!"
Feng Yunshu stared coldly at Chang Ying. She had thought this person was strange from the beginning. After seeing this scene, she was even more certain of her suspicion. This person was definitely not just an ordinary soldier.
"Miss Yunxi is really good at joking. Chang Ying is the vice - general of the Yuan Kingdom and was personally promoted by the great general and the lord. Does Miss Yunxi have any objections?"
For some reason, Feng Yunshu felt that Chang Ying seemed to be a bit hostile towards her.
"Don't try to dodge the question here. You can fool others but not me. I clearly smelled the aura of a demonic creature on you just now, and that black mist in your hand... You're not an ordinary person at all. Are you from the Demon Race?!"
Thinking of this, Feng Yunshu's heart skipped a beat and she couldn't help feeling anxious.
Because she thought of someone - Zhushan.
Zhushan was the Demon Lord. It was not impossible for him to use the spell of possession to occupy a mortal's body in order to hide his identity. For a Demon Lord, such a spell was just a piece of cake.
Could it be... Could this Chang Ying in front of her be the Demon Lord Zhushan?
Feng Yunshu suddenly shivered and didn't dare to think further. At the same time, she had subconsciously gathered her spiritual power secretly just in case. If this Chang Ying suddenly attacked, she wouldn't be completely defenseless.
Chang Ying looked at Feng Yunshu indifferently. At this moment, what he was thinking was that he didn't know what his lord saw in this girl. Apart from being fairly good - looking, this woman in front of him had nothing to offer.
But there was no shortage of beautiful women in their Demon Realm. Moreover, the demonesses were all bold and passionate. Yet, his lord had never shown any interest in women.
Chang Ying knew that his lord had always been unable to let go of a woman. That woman was not an ordinary person. It was said that she was an ancient god. However, it was also said that the ancient god had long since perished and there was no trace of her in the Three Realms.
What puzzled Chang Ying was why his lord had taken a fancy to this woman in front of him after coming to this otherworld?
In Feng Yunshu's eyes, Chang Ying's silence was an admission. She became even more anxious. Since Ziyuan and Qingzhu were still beside her, she was worried that if she really fought with Chang Ying, she wouldn't be able to protect them.
"Xiaoling, be careful of this Chang Ying. If I fight with him later, take Qingzhu and Ziyuan to a safe place immediately."
"Master, master, what if this Chang Ying is really Zhushan? You can't beat him at all! I think we should quickly send a message to the third senior brother!"
"Good. You cast a spell right away to send a message to the third senior brother. Just say that we might have encountered Zhushan in the military camp."
"Okay!"
Feng Yunshu stared fixedly at Chang Ying. "Could you be the Demon Lord Zhushan who recently hid in this otherworld from the Immortal - Demon Continent?"
Hearing this, Chang Ying was stunned on the spot.
"Miss Yunxi, what are you talking about? I don't understand. I think Miss Yunxi might have some misunderstanding about me. Just now, I was just trying to help this young master circulate his inner breath. I wasn't trying to harm him."
"Impossible. I saw clearly just now. That black mist in your palm clearly came from the Demon Race. If you're really Zhushan, stop hiding. A great Demon Lord like you even telling lies with your eyes open. Aren't you afraid of losing face if word gets out? Or are you worried about something?"
Feng Yunshu's expression and tone grew colder, and the atmosphere in the tent became more and more tense.
Just then, a deep male voice came from the tent door. "What are you all doing?"
Hearing the voice, Feng Yunshu immediately turned around. Seeing Helan Yanting about to come in, her heart tightened. Worried that he would be implicated, she immediately said, "My lord, don't come over yet!"