CHAPTER 1421: CHAPTER 1422: THE DAY THE CITY FALLS IS ALSO THE DAY YOUR LIFE ENDS

"Yes, sir!" An Jing immediately lowered her head slightly, responding in a feigned male voice. By lowering her head, she wanted to both show her ’low-ranking Chilin soldier’ respect to the senior soldier, and also to conceal the sharp glint that flashed in her eyes.

A heaven-sent opportunity!

An Jing felt her blood boiling all over her body.

When patrolling with the group of soldiers earlier, An Jing had noticed where the water room was, so she didn’t need to fumble around. She headed straight to the water room and fetched a jug of hot water.

As for Li Wuyu, he didn’t follow An Jing. To avoid suspicion—after all, fetching a jug of water didn’t justify the need for two people.

The Great General’s tent was brightly lit, and four senior soldiers stood guard outside. One of the soldiers was the one who had just ordered An Jing to fetch the water.

"Take it inside." Seeing An Jing return with the water, that soldier first used a silver needle to test the water for poison. After confirming it was safe, he allowed her entry, instructing her to quickly deliver the water to the Great General.

The Great General’s temper was infamous, and now he was thirsty with no water to drink, already fuming with rage. Whoever took the water inside was bound to be scolded and possibly beaten. That soldier wisely decided not to go in himself, opting to let someone else take the risk.

An Jing hadn’t expected the soldier to let her in so easily. She originally thought he would take the jug himself and deliver the water. But now, she was being sent inside...

Involuntarily, An Jing’s heart began to pound. But having come this far, she was determined not to back down. Clutching the jug, she strode into the Great General’s tent.

As soon as she entered, she was met with a roar of curses: "Trying to dehydrate me, the Great General, to death? Is that why it took so long to fetch water? Do you want me, the Great General, to force you all to eat shit?"

This person’s manners...

At last, An Jing understood why the soldier outside had refrained from entering and had sent her instead. Clearly, he was afraid of being cursed at.

The tent was spacious, divided into two sections by a folding screen. The shouting came from behind the screen—it was obvious the Great General was on the other side.

In front of the screen, there was a table strewn with various objects. Among them were three pieces of rolled-up sheepskin, which An Jing suspected were maps.

Whether they were maps of Chilin Kingdom or not, she wasn’t sure.

But regardless, taking them would certainly be worthwhile for her.

An Jing didn’t rush to seize the three pieces of sheepskin but instead quickly moved toward the other side of the screen.

The Great General was still cursing loudly. She didn’t want to delay and arouse suspicion. Letting the Great General quench his thirst was the more pressing matter.

Just as she rounded the screen, a teacup came hurtling toward her.

If she dodged it, she risked exposing herself. So, she neither dodged nor flinched, allowing the teacup to hit her forehead. Even with the protection of her Chilin soldier’s hat, her forehead was still struck hard enough to bleed.

Blood trickled down, sliding off her eyelashes. An Jing gritted her teeth against the pain, pretending to be panicked and terrified. She dropped to her knees and began kowtowing to the Great General, who was lounging on the bed. In her male voice, she pleaded, "Spare me, Great General! Spare me, Great General! Spare me, Great General!"

Though her mouth uttered pleas for mercy, in her heart, she vowed: The day Jingye City falls will also be the day your life ends!

"If you don’t bring that water to me right now, I’ll kill you this instant!" The Great General was broad and brawny, with piercing eyes, thick brows, and a menacing aura.

Due to an illness he’d suffered years ago, his head would ache whenever it was cloudy or rainy.

Yesterday, his headache had been particularly severe.

Today was overcast. Although his headache had lessened somewhat, after taking a dose of medicine, it left him drowsy. He’d slept for four hours, only to wake up parched, discovering there was no water to drink.

His already volatile temper erupted instantly. Unable to contain his rage, he glared at everyone, consumed by an urge to hit and curse at anyone in sight.