Marry her off to Sword Slave?

Xue Hongyu's brows shot up as she looked at Sword Slave's appearance again.

Seeing that he was not particularly attractive and behaved in a crude manner, he was no match for the handsome, unrivaled, and elegant Feng Xun.

Xue Hongyu was supposed to marry Feng Xun. Now, she was being swapped with Feng Xun's servant. The two were worlds apart, one in heaven and the other on earth. How could she swallow such humiliation?

"Whether she's pure or not, she knows it in her heart. In any case, it wasn't her first time last night. I do not want to marry such a dirty woman," Sword Slave said irritably. He'd been accused out of the blue, his guilt dissipating completely.

He was honest, but not stupid.

This morning, when he woke up, he found no traces of virgin blood under Xue Hongyu, clearly indicating she was not a virgin.

Had Xue Hongyu spoken respectfully, Sword Slave would have still held his breath and married her, but when scolded and accused of using drugs, Sword Slave also became angry.

Not her first time?

Once Sword Slave made this statement, everyone in the camp looked sharply at Xue Hongyu, the disdain in their eyes evident.

The female warriors in the Mercenary Corps were generally open-minded. Before meeting Feng Xun, Xue Hongyu indeed had ambiguous relations with male martial artists from other Mercenary Corps.

"What nonsense are you spouting? How dare you slander me, I'll fight you to the death," Xue Hongyu, furious, drew her sword and swung it at Sword Slave.

"Enough!" Feng Xun shouted angrily.

With that shout from Feng Xun, Captain Xue, Boss Feng, and Xue Hongyu all fell silent.

They had not noticed before that Feng Xun exuded an indescribable aura of authority, chilling to the bone.

"Miss Xue, watch your words. Sword Slave is not just any ordinary servant. He is a fifth-ranked weapon-bearing guard personally bestowed by Emperor Beiqing. Not to mention a mere mercenary, even a lady from a distinguished family would be a suitable match for Sword Slave. Moreover, Sword Slave was clearly plotted against last night, losing his natural inhibitions. If we really investigate, conspiring against a fifth-grade court official is a grave crime punishable by the ransacking of one's home," Feng Xun said coldly, his gaze turning icy as he spoke sternly when he saw Xue Hongyu insulting Sword Slave.

What?

This big fool is a fifth-grade official?

Not just Xue Hongyu, but even Ye Lingyue and Lan Cai'er were taken aback upon hearing this.

However, it also made sense. Feng Xun was a Prince of Beiqing, and Sword Slave had been with him since childhood as a personal attendant; it was not surprising for him to be a fifth-grade official.

Captain Xue, too, was filled with regret. Had he known the other party was also a fifth-rank official, he would have bound his daughter to Sword Slave in marriage even if it meant tying her up.

Now it was a mess. His daughter had been taken advantage of, her reputation tarnished, and Sword Slave unwilling to marry her. How would his daughter ever get married in the future?

Moreover, since the other party was an official from Beiqing and it was his daughter who had drugged him first, Captain Xue did not dare to escalate the matter, which would only make it harder to argue their side of the story.

On hearing this, Xue Hongyu's anger grew further. Sword Slave was merely a guard and already a fifth-grade official. Feng Xun's status was undoubtedly even higher.

She had lost an outstanding prospective husband, and her heart was now full of sour regret.

"Hongyu, put your clothes on now. Do you want to embarrass yourself even further?" Captain Xue's face drained with embarrassment; ignoring Xue Hongyu's curses, he dragged her away in a hurried escape.

"Young Master Feng, I am truly sorry for the misunderstanding," Boss Feng, not daring to provoke Feng Xun and the others, proceeded to dispel the onlookers who were still enjoying the drama.

As soon as everyone left, Lan Cai'er couldn't help but burst into a hearty laugh, quite unkindly.

She finally understood what Ye Lingyue meant last night when she said that Feng Xun had already taught Xue Hongyu a lesson.

"Yo, Sword Slave, you're really quite lucky with the ladies, aren't you? That Xue Hongyu might be a bit wicked, but her looks and figure are definitely top-notch," Lan Cai'er teased the Sword Slave.

"Lady Lan, please stop making fun of the Sword Slave. His innocence has been ruined," the Sword Slave said, sounding more and more distressed.

Lan Cai'er laughed even more unbridled, not expecting that the Sword Slave was still green.

"Sister, please stop picking on the Sword Slave," Ye Lingyue pleaded, with a troubled expression. She sneakily glanced at Feng Xun and noticed some swelling on his cheeks.

Perhaps sensing Ye Lingyue's gaze, Feng Xun quickly looked at her but then turned his head away, appearing somewhat indifferent.

Ye Lingyue was taken aback; Feng Xun seemed a bit off.

That day, partly due to the incident with Xue Hongyu, the atmosphere of the entire caravan was rather strange.

Feng Xun, compared to the past few days, became more reticent. Ye Lingyue simply abandoned the carriage and rode horses along with Lan Cai'er.

"What's going on with you and Feng Xun?" Lan Cai'er sensed something amiss. It seemed that from this morning, Feng Xun had not spoken to Ye Lingyue at all.

This morning when she woke up, she also noticed a man's clothing in their tent, which was the one Ye Lingyue had brought back last night, draped over her body.

Things had been fine between them; how had it suddenly become so weird?

Ye Lingyue didn't want to elaborate and rode her horse in silence.

Inside the carriage, Feng Xun looked at Ye Lingyue on the horse through the window, opened his mouth, but then thinking of the words "that demon" inside him said last night, Feng Xun suppressed the urge to explain to Ye Lingyue.

That demon, under no circumstances, could be allowed to get close to Ling Yue.

Red Horse kept a not too distant and not too close separation from the carriage, and on another horse not far away, a pair of envious eyes glared relentlessly at Ye Lingyue.

Hatred, Xue Hongyu felt extreme hatred in her heart.

She had already heard that someone had seen Ye Lingyue with Feng Xun last night, and the two were very affectionate, hugging each other tightly.

It must have been that despicable woman, Ye Lingyue, who arranged a midnight tryst with Feng Xun, which is why she suffered such misfortune and ended up having a fling with the Sword Slave.

"Father, I can't let that lowly woman get away with it," Xue Hongyu said resentfully.

"Hongyu, you mustn't act rashly. I've already inquired; that Feng Xun is, in fact, Prince Feng of Beiqing. He is someone we cannot afford to provoke," Captain Xue sighed. He had his daughter late in life and neglected his daughter's discipline due to the matters of the Mercenary Corps, leading to Xue Hongyu developing a lawless temperament.

"Are you willing to see your daughter taken advantage of for nothing? If it weren't for that scheming woman, Ye Lingyue, I could've likely become the Princess Consort of Beiqing," Xue Hongyu shamelessly said.

"Now that it's done and dusted, talking about it any further is useless. We should focus on escorting the caravan to Xixia Plain as soon as possible," Captain Xue said dejectedly.

"What I cannot have, neither can others. We may not dare to provoke the people from Beiqing Feng Mansion, but that little wench is a different story. Once we enter Xixia Plain, I have plenty of ways to kill her," Xue Hongyu viciously said, her face, which was originally quite beautiful, became somewhat ugly with malice.

"Hongyu, what are you planning to do? After all, that woman is a Commandery Princess of Daxia. If something were to really happen, we cannot afford to provoke the court's officials," Captain Xue exclaimed in alarm.

"Father, you're always so timid, which is why the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps has always been neither dead nor alive. Don't worry, we don't have to do it ourselves, we just need to change the route to pass through Black Valley," Xue Hongyu said, sneering sinisterly.