Zhang Yuan picked up his sword, turned to Princess Yaoye, and calmly uttered four words: "Nothing special."
"Tch." Princess Yaoye curled her lips.
She felt that if Zhang Yuan were burned to death, only his mouth would be left in the end.
Because on that bastard of a man, his mouth was the hardest part of him.
After nearly being crushed to death while eating yesterday, how could Zhang Yuan possibly not have learned his lesson?
"Keep talking tough. You still dare get involved with Qing Yanjing?" Princess Yaoye crossed her arms and watched Zhang Yuan's expression.
"Why wouldn't I?" Zhang Yuan met her gaze calmly. "Not only did I dare speak with her, I even invited her to follow me before I left last night."
"You're joking, right?" Princess Yaoye's eyes widened, disbelief written all over her face.
After what had happened yesterday, how thick-headed did someone have to be to want Qing Yanjing by their side!?
She thought Zhang Yuan had merely said it casually.
"I never joke in the army." Zhang Yuan walked toward the entrance of the tent and said without looking back, "I told her to come find me before the army sets out. We'll know then."
Princess Yaoye sensed that Zhang Yuan was not lying and inwardly gasped.
Had this man gone mad?
"Zhang Yuan!"
Princess Yaoye hurried after him, wanting to say something.
But at that moment, Xiao Boyuan's voice sounded from outside. "Sir, a woman calling herself Qing Yanjing has come to visit. She said you told her to come."
Princess Yaoye's expression changed again.
Good heavens, this bastard was serious!
"Let her in." Zhang Yuan's eyes lit up.
Soon, the tent flap was lifted, and Qing Yanjing entered.
She had put her veil back on, concealing that celestial beauty of hers.