Zheng Fan returned to his tent. He desperately wished for a bath, but such luxury was non-existent in the army, nor was it a priority at the moment.
Siniang rested Zheng Fan's head on her lap, gently massaging his temples. The Blind One had already explained the matter of them acting as envoys.
For Siniang, as long as no one died, everything else was a trivial matter. After all, why not have some fun amidst their circumstances?
Therefore, unlike traditional women, she didn't plead tearfully for her lord to refrain from taking such risks in the future.
Siniang understood her lord's temperament well. A man's true nature often revealed itself during challenging or delicate situations.
She knew that if given a choice, her lord would not choose to put himself in harm's way; he cherished his life. However, military orders were absolute, and there was no way around them.
