When a "Sea King" is Bound to a System [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 31

…and by the time she turned back to make amends, she found it was already too late.

That’s why she had sent Yuan Zhao to the frontier, solely to have good time with Yan’er.

This time, she would not let go of her no matter what.

Jiang Yan was dead drunk, feeling weak all over. She tried to push Jiang Zhen away but couldn’t, only able to fume in impotent rage.

“Let go of me! If you don’t, I’ll call for help!”

“Be good. I’m taking you home.”

Jiang Zhen lifted Jiang Yan into her arms and walked towards her own residence.

Jiang Yan struggled a few times, but drowsiness crept in. Before falling asleep, she thought, I must beat Jiang Zhen, this annoying pest, tomorrow.

At the Great General’s Residence, in Jiang Zhen’s bedroom.

The candlelight flickered, the room was dimly lit. A breathtakingly beautiful girl lay on the bed, her cheeks flushed crimson, occasionally pouting in a strangely adorable way.

A person sat by the bed, a gentle smile on her face, her eyes full of adoration.

“Yan’er, no matter how you treat me, I will never let go of your hand again.”

She took the girl’s slender, soft hand, solemnly pressed a kiss onto it, her gaze tender, hiding infinite deep affection.

Jiang Yan had drunk too much and slept soundly. When she woke up, it was pitch dark; she couldn’t see her hand in front of her face.

She frowned, smelling sandalwood in the room.

This isn’t my room.

Her room always smelled of sweet flowers and herbs; she wouldn’t use this kind of incense.

It smells like a place for an ascetic. What girl likes that?

She called out, and someone immediately answered from outside the door.

Qiuyue lit a lamp and walked to the bedside, asking her: “Second Miss, how are you feeling?”

Seeing the simple-minded Qiuyue, the scolding words tucked away on Jiang Yan’s lips were swallowed back. She managed a faint smile: “I’m fine. Where is your General?”

First, call her here, then I’ll scold her.

“My lady was summoned to the palace by His Majesty at the start of the Mao hour this morning. After returning to change, she led the army to Ye City. She has been gone for six hours now.”

“Why the rush?” Jiang Yan asked in surprise.

I hadn’t even had time to scold Jiang Zhen yet.

Qiuyue was only vaguely aware: “This servant doesn’t know either. It seems the State of Gan launched a surprise attack on Ye City, and many common people were killed or wounded, so His Majesty sent my lady to quell the rebellion.”

Jiang Yan nodded and got out of bed.

“I’m going back now. If you have any trouble, you can come and find me.”

With Jiang Zhen gone, the enormous Great General’s Residence only had Qiuyue remaining; inevitably, there would be things she couldn’t handle.

After all, Qiuyue was once a maid in the General’s Residence. I can’t let her be bullied here.

Qiuyue replied: “I understand, Second Miss. Knowing that, I feel much better. Oh, wait, please don’t leave yet. My lady left a letter for you.”

Jiang Yan stopped and took the letter from Qiuyue’s hand.

There was no signature, and the handwriting was slightly sloppy, indicating that time was very short.

She didn’t read it closely. She took the letter home and only opened it once she was in her own room.

There were only a few sentences. The beginning was unimportant; only the last sentence was noteworthy.

“I couldn’t bear to wake you, so I left first. When I capture Ye City, I will present it to you as a betrothal gift.”

Jiang Yan snapped the letter shut, her face burning, and muttered a curse under her breath.

“A betrothal gift my foot! I wouldn’t marry an idiot like you! You’d better not come back, so I can have some peace and quiet.”

Five days after Jiang Zhen left, Jiang Yan received her first letter.

The content was not important, mostly expressing her longing.

Just like the letters Jiang Yan used to write to her, it was boring and empty, but she was tirelessly writing them, one after another.

Thereafter, she received letters from Jiang Zhen every five to ten days. At first, Jiang Zhen would complain that she didn’t reply, but later she stopped mentioning it, only writing about her recent situation and the progress of the war.

For a whole year, Jiang Yan collected a stack of letters, but she never replied.

She continued her life as before, occasionally going to the Drunken Immortal Pavilion to drink wine, listen to music, admire beautiful girls dancing, and flirt with them.

Jiang Zhen must have assigned someone to watch her, as she was completely aware of her schedule. If she went to these entertainment venues too often during that period, she would receive subtle reminders, worded clumsily and humorously.

Jiang Yan would always laugh when she read them. After laughing, she would spitefully go out and play a few more times, then settle down for a while.

This cycle continued, playing tricks on Jiang Zhen.

In the middle of the seventh month of the following year, Jiang Yan heard the news of Jiang Zhen’s great victory and simultaneously received her letter.

She said that Ye City would be taken soon and told her to wait for her to present this city, which was always like spring, as a betrothal gift.

Jiang Yan read it without much reaction and continued living her own life.

She received no letters for the next month.

On the fifteenth day of the eighth month, there was a great victory on the front lines. The Great General successfully captured Ye City, forcing the State of Gan’s army to retreat thirty li.

At the same time, another piece of news arrived with the victory report.

The Great General Jiang Zhen was killed in battle, dying a martyr’s death, with no remains left behind.