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As they approached the camp, Li Yiyi insisted on walking back by herself.
The patrolling soldiers could hardly believe their eyes. Could this beautiful girl really be the same person as that beggar-looking individual?
"Crack, crack—"
Yan Ziyi suddenly regretted his decision; it would have been better to let Li Yiyi keep her beggar appearance to avoid disturbing the morale of the troops.
He was just planning how to keep an eye on Li Yiyi when he realized she had quietly slipped away.
She had been gone for three or four days, and sending people to look for her yielded no results.
With the two armies facing each other, the situation on the battlefield was ever-changing, and they could encounter the enemy at any moment.
Moreover, she was a princess of the Tang Dynasty; if she were captured by the Turks, the consequences would be unimaginable.
With the Great Army pressing in, Yan Ziyi had only three thousand troops to defend against them. Even if he were to die at any moment, he would face death with generosity.
But just thinking about the possibility that Li Yiyi might already be… left him in a state of turmoil. Anxiously pacing back and forth in his tent, he didn’t even register his subordinate’s reports.
Yan Ziyi slammed his palm down on the table, filled with both anger and frustration, and shouted, "Why didn't you keep an eye on her?"
The deputy commander took a long moment to realize that Yan Ziyi was referring to the girl from the palace. He then showed a troubled expression. "She has a token; we didn’t dare to do anything…"
"Send more people to look for her!" Before Yan Ziyi finished speaking, a cheerful voice interrupted, "Looking for what?"
"Li Yiyi?" They saw Li Yiyi appear out of nowhere in a full set of women's clothing, looking particularly charming in her pink dress.
A strand of hair wrapped around her finger, making her seem enchanting.
Just as Yan Ziyi had finally relaxed, seeing her carefree demeanor ignited his anger once more.
Sitting behind the table, he said sternly, "Li Yiyi has been absent for five days and disregarded military discipline. She will receive thirty sticks of military punishment as a form of discipline."
Li Yiyi scoffed and teased, "You act so well, who are you trying to scare?"
It wasn't until the soldiers pinned her to the ground that she realized what was happening, and she screamed, "You really are going to hit me! Ah—"
Before she could finish her sentence, the military baton came down heavily. Li Yiyi cried out in pain, "Wait for me to get something to cushion it... Ah— Yan Ziyi... you..."
With tears streaming down her face, she shouted hoarsely, "How dare you! Don't you know who I am... Ah— boohoo..."
By the time the Thirty Sticks of Military Punishment had only reached halfway, Li Yiyi had forgotten to shout and was left only with sobs. She pitifully begged for mercy, "Boohoo... I was wrong... I won't dare again..."
Yan Ziyi's expression finally softened a bit. He waved his hand, signaling for them to take Li Yiyi back.
Outside the tent, a crisp cough broke the silence, followed by footsteps that grew closer and clearer.
Upon hearing the sound, Li Yiyi immediately shouted at the top of her lungs, "Go away! Go away!"
Yan Ziyi sat down beside her with an upright posture and elegant demeanor. His expression was calm as he said lightly, "If I leave, no one will be here to apply medicine for you. The army is full of men; if you want to handle it yourself, then I really will leave."
With that, he gently placed a bottle of medicine down, stood up leisurely, and walked out.
"Boohoo... Why am I so unlucky? I come to the military camp and get seen by someone; now I can't even protect my backside."
Li Yiyi felt a surge of grievance. Gritting her teeth in frustration, she shouted, "Come back!"
Clenching her fists tightly, she gritted her teeth and said, "Close your eyes." As she spoke, her hands trembled slightly as she loosened her belt.
Yan Ziyi obediently closed his eyes. The corners of his mouth lifted in a slight smile as he softly reassured her, "Don't worry; I wouldn't even bother looking when you take a bath. Your..."
He paused cleverly to avoid mentioning the sensitive word and continued, "Why would I care?"
"Shut your mouth!" Li Yiyi's cheeks flushed red as she endured immense humiliation while allowing Yan Ziyi to apply the medicine on her.
As Yan Ziyi's hand gently roamed over her body, Li Yiyi couldn't help but shiver, her entire body instinctively tensing up.
With a teasing demeanor, Yan Ziyi playfully patted her on the backside, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he said, "Relax a little."
In such a situation, how could Li Yiyi possibly relax? She immediately felt a surge of anger and shouted, "If you say another word, I swear I will..."
Yet Yan Ziyi seemed unfazed, calmly applying medicine to her wounds while casually interjecting, "You’ll gouge out my eyes, chop off my head, or drench me in blood?"
A mocking smile crept onto his lips. "Want to eat my conscience?"
Finally unable to hold back any longer, Li Yiyi leaped up from the bed with a fierce shout, "Get lost..."
Yan Ziyi swiftly dodged her outburst with ease. Seeing her puffed-up expression, he couldn't help but burst into hearty laughter, his voice bright and cheerful. "Alright, lie down properly; we're not done yet."
"I don't need you anymore!" Li Yiyi hurriedly adjusted her clothes and flicked her hair back with a mysterious smile. "I was going to tell you some news about the Turkic forces, but now... hmph..."
At the mention of war-related news, Yan Ziyi instantly sobered up. His playful demeanor vanished as he fixed a serious gaze on her and asked earnestly, "What news?"
Li Yiyi raised her chin with a hint of pride. "Call me Princess and let me hear it."
This was no challenge for Yan Ziyi; after all, she was indeed a princess. He bowed deeply with sincerity in his tone. "Princess."
Satisfied with his response, Li Yiyi smiled sweetly and commanded him to rise. Then she began to relay the details she had gathered about the Turkic attack—its timing, location, and troop deployments—clearly and methodically.
As Yan Ziyi listened, he nodded occasionally. Once she finished, he gazed at her thoughtfully, his brow slightly furrowed in confusion. "How do you know all this?"
"Hmph..." Li Yiyi chuckled triumphantly, a hint of cunning in her voice. "It's the Beauty Trap."
"You?" Yan Ziyi exclaimed in disbelief, a flicker of anger crossing his face as he almost bit out the words, "The Beauty Trap?"
"Of course! Where else could I find such good food and drink and be so well taken care of?"
Li Yiyi felt a nagging doubt in her heart. It was strange; she had thought that Yan Ziyi would praise her cleverness for gathering such important information using the Beauty Trap. Instead, he looked at her as if he wanted to devour her.
Yan Ziyi slowly relaxed his clenched fist, his expression a complex mix of emotions. “Is this why you’ve been going out these past few days?”
He had initially thought the princess's visit to the military camp was just a whimsical idea, but now he realized she was genuinely concerned for her country, even willing to take risks. Remembering that he had struck her, Yan Ziyi couldn’t help but feel guilty. His voice carried a hint of remorse. “About earlier… I’m sorry…”
Li Yiyi waved her hand dismissively, smiling as she said, “It’s fine, I don’t hold it against you. I know you were trying to establish your authority, like killing a chicken to scare the monkeys. Yes, yes, the princess is subject to the same laws as commoners.”
She had already figured it out; otherwise, she would have been beaten badly instead of just having a slight bruise. “This princess is magnanimous. Since you did it for the sake of our Tang Dynasty, I won’t hold it against you. Otherwise, I would have to use the dog head guillotine… Hey…”
Suddenly, Li Yiyi shouted. Yan Ziyi had taken advantage of her momentary distraction and snatched away her Princess Token.
With a stern expression, Yan Ziyi was like a still pond, calm and unruffled. He held the token tightly in his hand and said in a low voice, “I’ll keep your token safe.”
His intention in hitting her was also to prevent her from running off recklessly; it seemed safer to take her token.
He silently vowed to protect her under his wing this time and ensure that nothing went wrong.
“Hey! You scoundrel!”
Li Yiyi jumped up, her eyes wide with anger. “Give me back my token! If you don’t return it to this princess, I really will use the dog head guillotine… Ouch…”
Just as she finished shouting, a sharp pain shot through her backside, and she couldn’t help but cry out.
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