Aoko controlled the one-eyed mercenary leader and led him into a small room beside the city gate. Soldiers normally lived here, but the Flame Fist Mercenary Corps had taken over the soldiers' duties, so places like this had basically become mercenary headquarters.
There was no one else in this little outpost at the moment, so Aoko ordered the one-eyed leader to sit in a chair and began interrogating him. "What is your name?" Aoko asked. "In the Flame Fist Mercenary Corps—" Shen Ke's gaze remained fixed on the seemingly unconscious Nuan Yang. His lips pressed tightly together, and without saying a word, he suddenly turned and left, completely ignoring Hua Rong. Hua Rong only came to her senses afterward and hurriedly ran out after him.
"This servant will prepare hot water at once. Your Majesty, take a bath and get into bed for a good sleep," Zhang Derong said busily.
But the maid had never understood why Master had never given Mistress so much as a proper glance. With such a beauty before him, was he truly not tempted at all?
He was so angry that he panted heavily and nearly flipped the table. Anyone who spoke badly of Yan Dabao was his sworn enemy from a previous life.
But was that even possible? Being able to go to the Imperial Ancestral Temple to worship one's ancestors was His Majesty's acknowledgment of one's status. Ordinary concubines would cry and scramble for the chance, yet might not even get a spot. And she refused to go?
"Husband, Yang'er is fine. Don't worry." Nuan Yang replied in a sugary voice, pairing it with gentle comfort and an affectionate gaze—if she had not been facing Shen Ke, who knew whether she could have managed such a look?
"Look, this is the map Ba