She turned her head away: “General Xu’s infatuation with you is obvious to everyone, even His Majesty knows it.”

He raised his finger to lift her chin: “What else did he say, hmm?”

The last syllable had a rising tone, already carrying a warning.

Feng Miaojun was well aware of the consequences of angering him, so she had to tell him everything in detail. Otherwise, if he were to question General Xu Guangxiang later, that infatuated female general would likely have no resistance and would reveal everything.

As Yun Ya listened, his eyebrows rose higher and higher. Finally, he let out a long “Oh”: “So he thinks I’m incapable.”

The way he looked at her was like a cat eyeing a mouse. This was exactly the outcome Feng Miaojun feared most, so she quickly smiled placatingly: “That’s His Majesty’s misconception! It’s a false impression you deliberately created for him.”

“Oh?” he asked with surprise. “How does An’an know I’m capable?”

Feng Miaojun wanted to curse out loud. In the mornings when she attended to her master’s rising, she would often accidentally glimpse… wasn’t that state only possible for men with abundant vitality? But such words would never leave her mouth, even if they killed her!

“You take Blood Tree Powder Wine daily, your vitality is much stronger than ordinary people, how could you possibly be… incapable?” Oh, only as she said this did she remember that Blood Tree Pollen’s greatest efficacy was strengthening one’s foundation and boosting vitality, which for men essentially meant enhancing yang essence!

If others consumed such potent supplements daily, they would either have bloodshot eyes or nosebleeds, yet Yun Ya never needed to find ways to release such energy. So… did he have some kind of issue?

“Book knowledge always proves shallow; true understanding comes from personal experience.” He drawled, “Why don’t we…”

Could classical quotes be misused like this? Feng Miaojun waved her hands repeatedly: “You need to maintain this false impression, otherwise His Majesty would be even more suspicious.” Wait, was this also one of Yun Ya’s considerations in keeping her by his side?

“You have a point,” he said unhurriedly. Seeing her obvious sigh of relief, he couldn’t help but mischievously add, “However, one shouldn’t abandon eating for fear of choking.”

With that, he took a bite of her ear.

He truly acted on impulse—who told her to lower her head, exposing only her delicate ear to his view? Her ear was translucent white with a touch of pink, occasionally twitching slightly, very much like a cat’s. But the sensation was truly delightful, soft crisp, and fragrant. He was reluctant to let go and unconsciously extended his tongue for another lick.

Feng Miaojun only felt heat in her ear, and her first reaction was to freeze completely, unable to move as if a predator had caught her vital point. When that soft, slick sensation came, a tingling numbness shot up her back, her knees grew weak and sour, nearly unable to support her.

Yun Ya seized the opportunity, quickly catching her slender waist, just about to lean in again when Feng Miaojun came to her senses and pushed hard against his chest!

In her panic, she unconsciously used spiritual power. Surging energy arose, forcefully pushing him three feet away!

“Master, please control yourself!” She flashed to the doorway, glaring at him angrily. The place on her ear where he had bitten still felt hot and numb, that strange sensation lingering persistently.

She wanted to rush out the door, but reason told her not to do anything that might provoke Yun Ya—he was already behaving very abnormally today. All predators have the instinct to chase their prey, and he was likely the same. Moreover, this was the Wei camp; without his permission, she couldn’t go anywhere.

She escaped quickly, and Yun Ya was initially displeased. But seeing her face flushed bright red, with suspicious moisture in her eyes, his heart inexplicably softened: “Come here.”

Not only did she not approach, but she moved two more steps outward.

He coughed once, clearing his throat, “I was just a bit hungry, I haven’t eaten breakfast yet this morning.”

Hasn’t eaten breakfast, so he came to nibble on her ear? Her gaze grew increasingly strange.

Who would believe such nonsense?

“I won’t touch you, don’t be afraid,” he said seriously. “Where’s my breakfast? Bring it over. We have a battle soon.”

He spoke so casually as if he were going to work later rather than taking human lives. Feng Miaojun was well aware of her situation and carefully slipped into the tent, taking out his breakfast from a small vase.

It was a small pot of golden, fragrant millet porridge, with extra barley, red beans, and a few raisins.

Yun Ya sat down to eat, smiling and praising her perfect control of the heat as if completely forgetting what had just happened.

Hmph, pretending nothing happened. Feng Miaojun couldn’t scold him, couldn’t run away, and could only swallow her anger.

How frustrating.

The tent fell into an eerie silence, with only the light sound of the spoon tapping against the bowl rim.

Yun Ya seemed at ease as if the lecher from earlier wasn’t him.

He even looked up and asked her: “Would you like some too?”

“No need.” How could she have any appetite for porridge, even though it did smell delicious? It seemed her culinary skills had improved recently—perhaps next time she should try adding some dried longan?

No, wait, her thoughts had strayed again. How could she still be thinking about making food for this scoundrel?

Her ear was still burning hot, that peculiar sensation refusing to dissipate. Yun Ya had started using his mouth on her, what might he do next…

Thinking of this, she finally made up her mind.

Yun Ya was just lowering his head to drink the porridge, so he didn’t see the determination in her eyes.

She had hesitated for a long time, but today’s incident helped her make her decision.

Just as Yun Ya finished the last mouthful of millet porridge, sharp horn blasts sounded throughout the camp, each more urgent than the last.

The attack had begun.

Yun Ya put down his spoon with satisfaction and wiped the corner of his mouth with a cloth: “Let’s go, time for battle.”

The Wei army took only seven hours to capture Xiao Pass, even less time than estimated.

Everyone knew this victory was merely the beginning.

The Wei army spent another two hours clearing the battlefield and taking over Xiao Pass. Most importantly, they captured the Pass officials for severe interrogation!

The final result, however, was that no one knew what ambushes might still lie within Wufu Snow Mountain.

Of course, this was understandable. If the Kingdom of Yao had other arrangements, they wouldn’t have informed these cannon fodder.

Since the King of Wei had unilaterally decided to cross Wufu Snow Mountain, following Xiao Yan’s suggestion, the fifty thousand troops were divided into four groups. The King lowered his royal banner and quietly followed in the third group, with twenty thousand troops exploring the way ahead and ten thousand troops securing the rear, maximizing the King’s safety.

The King of Wei accepted his advice.

Previously, the Wei army had sent numerous scouts into the mountains, and the returning messages all indicated calm conditions with no abnormalities detected.

This itself was the greatest abnormality.

The Yao Kingdom’s resistance against the royal army had always been rather weak. If they didn’t take action even in such naturally defensible terrain, were they truly going to sit and wait for the Wei army to destroy their country?

This casts a dark and tense atmosphere over the snow mountain crossing.

The scenery of Wufu Snow Mountain was similar to ordinary snow mountains, with stark black and white contrast—pristine white snow exposing black solid rocks. If there was anything special, it was that the wind blowing through Blade Gorge was too fierce and harsh, sweeping away all the loose snow completely.