"What do you mean?"
"A grand Senior General like you still has to undress himself?" Ying Zheng teased. "Don't tell me you've only ever been with the Wang family's daughter?"
Hearing this, Zhao Feng felt a bit embarrassed. Ying Zheng was right. Despite constantly leading troops into battle and capturing many princesses and concubines from other states, Zhao Feng had never touched any of them. His sole focus was on growing stronger.
"It looks like I'll have to bestow more upon you," Ying Zheng mused. "After your wedding, I will grant you two princesses, one from Han and one from Zhao. A Senior General of our great Qin can't have just one wife," he said with a laugh as he slowly stepped into the hot spring.
Zhao Feng also stepped into the water.
Ying Zheng glanced over and was slightly taken aback. Zhao Feng's bare torso was covered in sword wounds and arrow marks. Although they had healed, the scars remained.
