Winning Grand Prizes Without Lifting a Finger Amid Beauties, a Prairie Amazon Falls Lovesick

Gu Moran raised her left hand, which wasn't being held down, and rubbed her temples, wondering if she was hallucinating from playing too hard last night.

He stared intently at the line of small, blood-red text on the system panel: " Zhaxi Dawa's favorability towards Chen Qing: 92."

I felt nauseous.

Although Chen Qing is indeed fair-skinned and refined-looking, he's a scoundrel who's full of weird ideas and would even sell out Prince An!

I sent him to the western border to act as an undercover agent and demoralize the Tubo army.

How did this kid manage to ruin the sexual orientation of the Tubo commander-in-chief?

"Hmm... Your Highness, why are you so stiff like a stone in the middle of the night?"

Murong Xue, who was lying on Gu Moran's right chest, was awakened by his movement.

This female general, who usually wielded her silver spear and killed without blinking an eye on the battlefield, now sleepily raised her head.

Disheveled white hair hung down on Gu Moran's bare shoulders.

She lazily propped up her snow-white, pointed chin, and the full curves of her breasts pressed against Gu Moran's elbow, creating an alluring shape.

Murong Xue yawned and casually pulled over the brocade quilt beside her.

He tucked the blankets around Gu Moran and the sleeping Kim Seon-a on his left, then asked in a low voice:

Did you have a nightmare?

"Or did talking to those old fogies like Zhou Yanru in the hold during the day take too much effort?"

Gu Moran took a deep breath of the mixed fragrance of the four beauties around him, which finally dispelled the filth in his mind.

He reached out and stroked Murong Xue's smooth back; it felt incredibly nice.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered the war in our western border region."

I wonder how that kid Chen Qing is doing in the Tubo camp.

Have you been wronged?

"Pfft."

Upon hearing the words " Chen Qing," Murong Xue couldn't help but laugh out loud, her chest heaving, which made Gu Moran's heart flutter.

"Your Highness, are you still worried about him?"

Murong Xue rolled over, her half-white body pressed completely against Gu Moran's chest.

His long, slender fingers traced circles on his chest.

"Last night before I went to bed, Yun Shuyue showed me some news that had been sent by carrier pigeon from the rear of Yi Prefecture."

In her letter, Sister Su Yao casually mentioned that Batuer, who stayed at the Prince Yi Prefecture's Residence's residence to protect the inner quarters, has been acting strangely lately.

Gu Moran raised an eyebrow:

" Batuer? That fierce steppe woman who can tear a live calf in half with her two hands?"

What's wrong with her health?

"This isn't just any problem, it's lovesickness!"

Murong Xue suppressed a laugh and whispered in Gu Moran's ear,

Before Chen Qing set off for the Western Frontier, didn't he leave a broken folding fan in the side hall of the Prince's mansion?

Sister Su Yao said that Batuer treasured that tattered fan like it was his lifeblood, carrying it around in his bosom all day long.

He would often sit on the stone millstone in the backyard of the Prince's mansion, staring blankly at his fan.

I'll fight anyone who touches it!

Gu Moran's eyelids twitched:

"She really has taken a liking to Chen Qing?"

"Is that even possible?"

Murong Xue patted Gu Moran's chest.

"In the past, when Batuer ate at our palace, he could eat half a whole roasted cow plus ten large flatbreads in one meal."

As a result, I've been so preoccupied with Chen Qing these past two days that I haven't been able to eat or drink, and I've become so hungry that I look completely emaciated.

Sister Su Yao said she had a terrible appetite for dinner last night, and was sitting at the table sighing and complaining.

I barely managed to eat one roasted lamb leg in one meal!

A meal...

He barely managed to eat one roasted lamb leg?

This is called no appetite?

After listening to Murong Xue's report, Gu Moran turned her head and glanced at the system panel that only she could see.

On the panel, the portrait representing Zhaxi Dawa was flashing with a frenzied pink light.

Below is a line of real-time system update status information:

[Current Status: Holding Chen Qing tightly in an underground culvert, vowing to rebel and bring Chen Qing back to the Potala Palace to be his queen].

On one side is Batuer, the fiercest woman of Khorchin, who eats only one lamb leg per meal in Yi Prefecture City and is always ready to carry Chen Qing into a yurt to have babies;

On the other side was Zhaxi Dawa, the most powerful general of Tubo, who had just been bent over and was preparing to offer 20,000 iron cavalry as a betrothal gift to Chen Qing, in the stinking ditch of Silver City.

These two strong men and women, whose combined weight exceeds 400 pounds,

They were all fixated on Chen Qing's small frame, which weighed only a hundred or so pounds.

Gu Moran couldn't help but imagine the pitiful scene of Chen Qing being sandwiched between two muscular men, a man and a woman, crying out to heaven and earth in vain.

Silently, she lit a candle the thickness of a finger for her hardworking and meritorious Chief Strategist Chen.

"Forget it, children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and Strategist Chen is a lucky man who will be blessed by heaven."

He can definitely handle this small situation.

Gu Moran decisively closed the system panel, deciding not to reveal the news of Chen Qing's change of heart, lest Batuer be driven to despair and commit suicide by drowning.

As for the [ Body Impervious to Ten Thousand Poisons ] and [Blooming Bullet Blueprint] rewards from the system, those are truly valuable items.

With the exploding shells, once we return to Chang'an...

What heavy armored guards?

A few shots would turn them all into minced meat.

"Your Highness, what are you muttering about over there?"

Kim Seon-a on the left was also awakened by the two people talking.

The Goryeo princess rubbed her sleepy eyes, and the silk quilt slipped off her rounded shoulders, revealing a large expanse of dazzlingly white skin on her chest and the still-present red marks.

She was still a little shy after waking up. Seeing Murong Xue nestled against Gu Moran's right side, she obediently snuggled under Gu Moran's left armpit, as docile as a Persian cat.

"Is it almost dawn? Are we close to Dengzhou Port?"