A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Chapter 10 Be My Concubine

Wutong didn't struggle, released the knife, and stood empty-handed in front of him.

She lost.

Meng Baobao tossed aside the knife, crossed his arms, and looked at her. The firelight reflected on his overdeveloped face, which looked somewhat inhuman, and his expression was unreadable.

After a long pause, he spoke, but not to kill Wutong.

"You're a woman, so even if I beat you, it wouldn't be of any interest to me. But someone like you absolutely can't be left in Southern Xinjiang, so..."

He glanced at the phoenix tree, his eyes seemingly filled with emotion, yet also cold as ice: "Tonight you will sleep with me, become my concubine, and I will bestow upon you a title."

To be his concubine?

Wutong was stunned, not because she hesitated, but because she couldn't figure out Meng Baobao's purpose.

Meng Baobao was impulsive, but not a person who acted on emotion, and she didn't think the other person would fall in love with her for no reason.

After thinking it over, she figured the other party was probably just using her, maybe for Yinling, maybe for Southern Xinjiang, who knows? But it didn't matter anymore.

She looked up and said, "I don't need it."

Meng Baobao said, "I don't know why you disguised yourself as a man and joined the army, but I can tell you something: in Dongqi, even women can lead troops into battle and enjoy unparalleled glory, as long as you have the ability."

Wutong smiled and said, "I never thought about leading troops into battle. I didn't join the army for that reason."

Meng Baobao asked in confusion, "What's the reason for that?"

In these chaotic times, being a soldier is not a comfortable job, but a life-threatening one.

If it weren't for the glory and a life of luxury, it's hard to imagine any woman being willing to do this.

Seeing that he really wanted to know, Wutong beckoned to him with her finger: "Come here."

Meng Baobao felt that her actions were very disrespectful, but she didn't say anything and walked over.

Wutong clenched his fists, gathering all his strength in his right foot. Before he could regain his footing, he raised his foot and kicked him hard in the groin!

An hour later, Wutong was helped back to her room.

Yinling had already put on her clothes and stood anxiously by the door. As soon as she heard the sound of the lock being opened, she immediately became extremely alert.

A black humanoid figure rolled in through the crack in the door; it was Wutong who had been kicked in.

Silver Bell immediately recognized her breathing and hurriedly crawled over, anxiously asking, "How are you? Are you hurt?"

Before Wutong could answer, she touched her arm and felt a handful of warm blood. Startled, she screamed and pulled her hand back.

"Wutong..." she poked it cautiously, her voice trembling as she asked, "Are you still alive?"

Wutong sat up, both amused and exasperated, and waved her hand, saying, "I'm fine."

Silver Bell didn't believe it: "Then what about all this blood?"

Wutong pressed her arm and said, "I got a little injured, I'll be fine after a few days of rest."

The kick she gave Meng Baobao felt so good, but the consequence was that the other person pinned her to the table and almost chopped off her foot.

Fortunately, just when things were at their most urgent, someone came looking for Meng Baobao, as if something urgent had happened.

So the bag didn't hurt her at all; the blood was from her wounds reopening when she tried to dodge.

Yinling listened to her recount what had happened after she left, her heart pounding with fear. She cried incessantly, "Waaah... It's all my fault. I'm so useless. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have escaped death like this... Wutong, thank you! Thank you so much!"

Wutong couldn't stand seeing people cry like that, because she was terrible at comforting people. She gently stroked Yinling's shoulder with her still-intact hand: "It's okay, I was just trying to save myself..."

Before she could finish speaking, she froze like a statue—when Silver Bell suddenly leaned in and kissed her lips.

Wutong: "..."

Being raped by a man is one thing, but why would I have to be forcibly kissed by a woman?!

Fortunately, Yinling didn't intend to have a deep French kiss, so she didn't stick her tongue in and pulled away after just a brief touch.

"Princess..." Wutong stammered, trying to say something, but almost choked on her own saliva as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Shhh."

Yinling made a shushing gesture, then covered her lips with a finger, looking at her shyly and timidly: "Wutong, I know how you feel about me, but my heart can only hold Brother Fufeng. I will never be able to fulfill your wish in this lifetime..."

She paused for a moment and said, "But don't worry, I will remember your kindness. When you get out, you can come with me and I will make sure you live a life of luxury and never have to risk your life on the battlefield again."

Wutong was inexplicably given a woman's promise, which was both awkward and laughable.

She didn't speak, so Yinling assumed she was disappointed because she couldn't get the person she liked, and patted her hand comfortingly: "Let's eat. Someone brought food over earlier, and I specially saved some for you."

It's always good to have a way out, so Wutong sat down at the table without objection. Yinling, blindfolded, served her food and dishes, being very enthusiastic, a stark contrast to the domineering demeanor she had when she first arrived.

However, despite her enthusiasm, she couldn't take good care of others because she was blind.

Wutong said something, then took the bowl and chopsticks and started eating.

Yinling sat opposite her, resting her chin on her hand. Her lifeless black eyes stared ahead, a sweet smile appearing on her face.

“I don’t know what you look like,” she said. “But even if you look like a toad, you’re still my hero, and I won’t mind.”

Wutong shivered and silently shoveled rice into her mouth.

In the silence, a sound suddenly came from the roof, as if something had fallen onto the sheet metal.

Yinling immediately became alert, shrinking into Wutong's arms, her face pale: "What is it? Did they send people again?"

Wutong looked left and right but couldn't see anything strange. Suddenly, she noticed a piece of paper slipped under the door. The handwriting on the paper was very familiar.

She instinctively reached for it, but then remembered the silver bell and sat back down, saying, "It's nothing, probably just a cat."

Yinling sat up straight, half believing and half doubting, and waited until she finished eating and was ready to go to sleep before climbing into bed herself.

Wutong lay on the floor and patiently waited for her to fall asleep. Only when he was sure that her breathing had gradually become calm did he tiptoe to the door, pick up the note and examine it closely in the light.

The message was brief: "Knock three times on the door, say my name, and then respond."

Following his instructions, Wutong gently knocked on the door three times and called out in a low voice, "Nanxing, is that you?"

After a few seconds of silence outside, Nanxing's joyful voice rang out: "You're really here!"

Wutong was both delighted and surprised to hear his voice.

He was overjoyed that someone had finally come to rescue him, but he was also shocked that the person who came was Nanxing. He was still like this, and he wondered if he had brought any companions with him. If he were to break into the Eastern Qi Palace alone, what difference would that be from courting death?

End of this chapter