Accidentally dressed as an empress

Just as everyone was shaking their heads and sighing, their faces filled with disappointment, a thin soldier did not agree.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and scanned the prisoners one by one, as if looking for something.

Suddenly, her gaze fixed on a man at the end of the group. Although he was also ragged and haggard, his downcast brows revealed a calmness and restraint that was different from the others.

"Look at that man." She raised her hand and pointed at the man, her voice clear but firm. "Although he looks very strong, his eyes are very gentle. He might have a good personality."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding soldiers all turned their gazes towards the man, their eyes filled with suspicion. "He? Is he as good as you say? I don't think so." One soldier curled his lips with disdain.

"That's right, stop guessing here, maybe they are all pretending." Another soldier echoed.

Faced with the doubts of her companions, the short soldier did not get angry. She just smiled gently and then slowly walked towards the man.

When she walked in front of the man, he raised his head slightly, with a hint of surprise and vigilance in his eyes.

"What's your name?" the small soldier asked softly, with a hint of tenderness in his voice.

The man hesitated for a moment and replied in a low voice: "My...my name is Aze."

"Aze, don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." The small soldier said with a smile, "I see you're not as outspoken as the others. Are you usually very quiet?"

Aze nodded slightly, the wariness in his eyes gradually dissipating, replaced by a hint of curiosity. "Why did you notice me?" he asked softly.

The small soldier blinked and said playfully, "Because you are different from them, I think you are a person with a story."

At this moment, the officer in charge of escorting the prisoners came over and said loudly: "Don't dawdle, hurry up and choose them, and take them back after you've made your selection."

The short soldier turned around and said to the officer, "Sir, I choose him." As she spoke, she pointed at Aze.

The officer looked at Aze, then at the smaller soldier, frowned slightly, but nodded. "Well, since you chose him, he's yours. But you have to keep an eye on him and don't let him get away."

The small soldier nodded happily, then walked up to Aze and said softly, "Come with me, you will follow me from now on."

The young soldier's eyes widened instantly, his gaze searched the crowd eagerly, and he made exclamatory sounds from time to time.

"Look! That one has a delicate appearance, a gentle temperament, and exudes elegance in his every move. Maybe he is a gentle and considerate person." The soldier excitedly pulled the sleeve of his comrade beside him and pointed his finger at a figure not far away.

The comrade beside him looked in the direction he pointed, nodded slightly, and a smile appeared on his face: "It does look good, but don't jump to conclusions. Take a closer look. There may be a better choice."

"I'm really spoiled for choice." A dark-skinned soldier scratched his head and spoke with a troubled expression, his eyes wandering among the prisoners. "Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. I can't make up my mind."

At this time, a soldier in the crowd who was always outspoken crossed his arms and shouted at the top of his voice: "What's there to be entangled about? Just pick one at random. They are all prisoners anyway. Who can expect them to be to your liking?" As soon as these words came out, there were a few chuckles around, but many soldiers also cast disapproving glances.

An older, more experienced soldier stepped forward and said sternly, "We can't be so careless. They'll be living with us in the future. If they don't get along, how are we going to get by?"

Just as everyone was thinking about their own things, a thin prisoner suddenly raised his head.

His eyes did not have the confusion of other prisoners, but instead revealed a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat, which immediately attracted the attention of a soldier.

"You, look up." The soldier stepped forward, and the lean captive did as he was told. Their eyes met, and sparks seemed to ignite in the air. "What's your name? Why do you look so stubborn?" the soldier asked with interest.

The prisoner bit his lip and whispered, "My name is Afeng. I don't want to be captured, and I don't want to be manipulated by others." His voice was not loud, but it revealed a firmness.

After hearing this, the soldier, far from being angry, burst into laughter. "Interesting! I just like your energy! I've chosen you. Follow me from now on, and I promise I won't treat you unfairly."

This scene made other soldiers look sideways. Some admired the soldier's unique vision, while others secretly grumbled in their hearts that she was taking too much risk.

Some soldiers are still comparing repeatedly, trying to find the one who best suits them; some soldiers have begun to exchange opinions with their companions, hoping to get some inspiration.

Suddenly, a quarrel was heard in the corner.

It turned out that two soldiers had taken a fancy to a prisoner with a handsome face and gentle temperament. Neither of them wanted to give in and both wanted to take him for themselves.

Seeing this, the escorting officer quickly stepped forward to mediate, raising his hands in the air to signal the two to calm down. "Stop arguing! We're sisters who've been through thick and thin together. It's unbecoming to ruin our relationship over a prisoner!"

The two soldiers who had been arguing fiercely finally stopped talking and stood there angrily, but their eyes would occasionally glance at the handsome prisoner.

The officer walked up to the prisoner, looked him over carefully, then turned to the two soldiers and said, "Stop arguing, both of you. How about this? Let him choose for himself." The two soldiers looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and nodded reluctantly.

The officer looked at the captive and asked kindly, "What's your name? Now that both of these sisters want to take you away, who do you prefer?"

The captive raised his eyes slightly, his gaze wandering between the two soldiers. He then summoned up the courage to speak, "Your Excellency, my name is Aning. This sister seems kinder, and I would like to follow her."

The chosen soldier immediately broke into a smug smile on his face, while the other soldier had a look of disappointment on his face, muttering to himself, "You're lucky."

A tall and burly soldier took a fancy to a prisoner who was also of similar build. She felt that they were of similar build and would definitely be able to work well together in life in the future.

As time went by, the selection process was nearly complete, and most of the soldiers had already chosen their captives. Some of the chosen captives showed joy, as if they saw hope for a new life; others remained expressionless, as if they had not yet recovered from the trauma of being captured.

The commander in charge of this selection came forward, loudly announced the end of the selection, and made a request to the soldiers: "The prisoners you bring back will be your partners in life in the future. Go back and live a good life. Treat them well. Do not let them defect and do anything that harms the Yun Kingdom. Do you understand?"

The soldiers replied in unison, "Understood!"