Traveling through an ancient military camp: Bao'er's survival song

Liu Shu, dressed in his finest attire, hadn't yet recovered from the shock of his disappointment when a cold address, "Eighth Prince," shattered the atmosphere of their lunch. Li Bao'er, sitting opposite him, jumped to her feet, barely managing to utter "General..." before turning to Liu Shu in shock and screaming, "Eighth Prince?"

Liu Shu remained seated, first responding to Li Bao'er with an innocent expression, "Yes, I am the Eighth Prince, the Eighth Imperial Brother of the current Emperor." Then he turned to Peng Zizheng, whose face was dark, and invited, "General Peng, sit down and have something to eat?"

Peng Zizheng snorted coldly at Li Bao'er, then said to Liu Shu with a sour face, "I never expected that His Highness the Eighth Prince would condescend to befriend my foot-washing servant." After saying that, he said, "I am busy with official duties, so I will take my leave first." He then grabbed Li Bao'er's wrist and pulled her out.

Before Liu Shu could even get angry at Peng Zizheng for calling his beloved a foot masseur, he saw Peng Zizheng dragging Li Bao'er away from the restaurant. He quickly threw down some silver and chased after him. But Peng Zizheng threw Li Bao'er onto his horse as soon as they left the restaurant, and the two of them rode off on horseback.

Liu Shu watched as Li Bao'er was dragged and stumbled out of the restaurant by that brute Peng, and then thrown onto Peng Zizheng's horse like a sack. He was extremely anxious. He couldn't understand why Peng Zizheng was so angry. Fearing that Bao'er had been mistreated by Peng, he mounted his horse and chased after them.

However, Liu Shu's horse was not as good as Peng Zizheng's warhorse, and before long he could only watch helplessly as the figure in front of him disappeared without a trace.

Liu Shu panicked, sensing something was wrong. He went straight to the eldest son of the Jin family and forcibly demanded a squad of Imperial Guards to smash up the gates of General Guide's mansion.

At this time, Peng Zizheng and Li Bao'er did not return to General De's mansion.

Peng Zizheng took Li Bao'er to the Luo family's old house, grabbed her and leaped into the courtyard, then threw her to the ground, his eyes bloodshot as he demanded, "Are you Liu Shu's spy?!"

Li Bao'er, who had been jolted and thrown around on horseback and was feeling dizzy from the ride, was trembling like a leaf. She hurriedly got up, knelt on one knee, clasped her hands, and replied, "I am not! Reporting to the general, the Eighth Prince is a friend I just met. I did not know that he was the Eighth Prince!"

Peng Zizheng kicked Li Bao'er in the chest, sending her sliding across the ground. Her palm and right cheek stung instantly. She dared not cry out, struggling to her feet and continuing to kneel on one knee, explaining rapidly, "He did say he was the Eighth Prince, but he usually has no guards and is very approachable, so I thought he was lying to me..."

"So, knowing he's a fraud, you still befriend him? You even eat and drink together? Li Baobao, you've been by my side for so long, how come I've never seen you become good friends with a comrade-in-arms, eating and drinking together?" Peng Zizheng said through gritted teeth as he walked step by step toward Li Baobao.

Li Bao'er, kneeling on the ground, was trembling uncontrollably, but still managed to quickly explain, "General, I once saved His Highness the Eighth Prince. It was His Highness who kept pestering me to repay his life-saving grace, and I had no choice..."

Before Li Bao'er could finish speaking, she felt a sharp pain in her face. This time, that perverted Peng kicked her in the face, knocking her to the ground.

"You've come to save my life again? Li Baobao, tell me, should I believe you or not?" Peng Zizheng sneered as he picked up Li Bao'er again, found a thick rope, and quickly tied her hands together in a tight knot before hanging her from the roof beam.

Li Bao'er felt her eyelids swell rapidly, obscuring her vision. Blood welled in her mouth, whether from her stomach or from her fallen molars, she couldn't tell. She managed to say, "General, kill me."

Peng Zizheng, who already had the whip in his hand, sneered: "Want to die? Not so easy! Tell me! What did you tell Liu Shu! How many secrets did you find out from me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Peng Zizheng's whip lashed out at Li Bao'er, tearing her thin cotton-padded jacket and sending cotton flying everywhere.

Li Bao'er was on the verge of despair and becoming numb. All she wanted now was to die quickly, to be wiped clean and start over. Once she was back, the first thing she would do was break off all ties with that scourge, the Eighth Prince.