Mei Gongqing Chapter 80: Jealousy

Chapter 80: Jealousy

w.a.n.g Hong stroked Chen Rong’s porcelain face and faintly smiled. “Listening to your tone, you must know her very well?” He raised an eyebrow, slowly adding: “Ah Rong does whatever she pleases and I do whatever I please. Don’t you think you’re concerning yourself too much, general?”

Sun Yan angrily balled his hand into a fist and was about to throw a punch at w.a.n.g Hong’s face, just as Chen Rong chose this exact moment to stir awake. While Sun Yan paused, she poked her head past him, gripped the shaft, and retched.

Color was finally restored to her face once she vomited. Not paying much attention to his ire, she looked up at Sun Yan and shakily asked, “Where’s Old Shang, is he here? Is he still alive?”

They never thought the first person she asked for upon waking up would be her servant.

Sun Yan hadn’t opened his mouth by the time w.a.n.g Hong pulled her back into his arms. He gently looked into her eyes and rea.s.sured her that: “Old Shang’s fine.”

At the same time w.a.n.g Hong answered her, a w.a.n.g servant added: “Miss, that old servant of yours had fainted. His leg got wounded by an arrow so he was bleeding a bit. Don’t worry, he won’t die.”

Having received this answer, Chen Rong relaxed, exhaled, and closed her eyes. It wasn’t long before her eyes flew open again. Looking up, she saw that w.a.n.g Hong was holding her while looking at a cranky Sun Yan with slightly amused eyes. Chen Rong broke into a smile and murmured: “You’re both here. I’m so very glad.” As though she had spent all her strength, her eyes closed again and her limbs slackened.

Sun Yan harrumphed, grabbed Chen Rong’s arm and, after giving w.a.n.g Hong a warning glare, pulled her out of the carriage. He staggeringly stuffed her into another carriage, then turned and shouted: “Got enough rest? Let’s move it.”

Everyone swiftly complied. They urged their horses, took arms, and made sure that their wounds were well bandaged. Those who could continue to ride, rode; those who couldn’t ride were thrown onto the carriages. The cavalcade again rushed away in the direction of Nan’yang.

As they pressed on, unending battle cries and neighs could still be heard from Mo’yang.

Looking at the growing number of torches at the south gate, Sun Yan quietly thought: It seems the barbarians have begun to send reinforcements from the other gates. If those n.o.bles hesitate any longer, they are going to lose their chance. However, it had nothing to do with him, for he felt he had done everything he could.

In the dark, the crackles of fire and cries became the main sounds that helped mask their footsteps.

They hastened on and soon found that dawn had arrived. They had gone 100 miles from Mo’yang and finally reached safety.

The crowd cheered loudly and began to dismount the vehicles and horses. The moment they got off, the horses staggered with some even foaming at the mouth. It was time to rest.

By the time Chen Rong recovered her spirit, daylight had lit the sky. She sat up, stretched her sleeve to wipe her eyes, and found blood stains on it.

While she was staring at her sleeve in a daze, a familiar voice called to her: “Miss.” It sounded weak, as if it wanted to cry but also to laugh; it was Old Shang’s voice.

Chen Rong raised her head to see Old Shang crawling over to her, shakily saying: “Miss, we got out alive.” And then he burst into tears.

On Chen Rong’s wan face bloomed a brilliant smile. “Yes, we got out alive,” she hoa.r.s.ely repeated. “And so did they.” Her eyes shone brightly as she spoke, her face likewise vibrant. She sat upright, reached for the curtain, and looked outside.

Watching w.a.n.g Hong’s carriage and Sun Yan on horseback, Chen Rong shakily whispered, “Old Shang, I have gone to h.e.l.l and back with them. From this day forth, my situation should be better.”

Old Shang didn’t expect this would be the first thing she thought about after waking up. He momentarily grinned and replied, “Aye,” giving her a look of sympathy and heartache.

Sun Yan turned around to see Chen Rong poking her head out of the carriage. He galloped over to her, leaned a little forward and whispered: “I’ve already warned them. They’ve agreed not to speak nonsense. You can rest a.s.sured, Ah Rong.”

“What are you talking about?” she quizzically asked.

Caught for words, Sun Yan stared at her and clamped his mouth with no intention to explain. He waved his hand to one of his soldiers and shouted: “Bring the bamboo tube here.”

“Aye.” The soldier handed him a freshly cut bamboo tube.

Sun Yan stuffed it into Chen Rong’s hands and told her, “Clean the blood on your face.” When he finished, he turned to go back.

Two paces later, he stopped and turned around to look in Chen Rong’s direction, wanting so say something to her but decided not to after some thought.

The bamboo tube was filled with water, which Chen Rong used to clean her face and rinse her mouth.

At the time she threw the tube away, she could see w.a.n.g Hong dressed in a black robe, strolling in the wilderness with his hands clasped behind his back. The cold wind was blowing his hair, brus.h.i.+ng it across his handsome face.

Looking at his profile, Chen Rong could not help but think: Whenever I see him, I’m always made to feel that I’m in a wondrous place. This man always has excellent bearings and graceful manners that he makes others feel small.

She withdrew her gaze. Having suddenly remembered something, she slightly tilted her head and asked Old Shang with a lowered voice: “Old Shang, wasn’t I in w.a.n.g Qilang’s carriage before?”

“Aye, it was General Sun who brought you back.” His voice remained the same.

Chen Rong’s face was turning from white to ruddy, then ruddy to white, however. After a long pause, she suddenly exclaimed: “So this was what Sun Yan meant.” She raised her curtain and walked to him.

Sun Yan was talking to a young captain. When he saw her approach, he waved his hand to dismiss the other man and walked up to her.

At three paces from him, Chen Rong gave a curtsy and gratefully said, “Thank you for that.”

Sun Yan’s beautiful face flared up in irritation. He stared at Chen Rong for a long while and then suddenly asked, “Do you like w.a.n.g Hong that much?”

When Chen Rong’s response didn’t come fast enough, he scoffed, “You’re not even betrothed but you’re already throwing yourself at him! Ah Rong of the Chen house, have you decided to be his concubine?”

Chen Rong turned cold; she replied by reflex, “No!”

Sun Yan’s rigid face slightly relaxed. He glared and her and snapped, “Then be a little more careful!” He seemed to be very angry at Chen Rong when he harrumphed and turned away.

She began to chase him but stopped herself.

Unconsciously, she looked back in w.a.n.g Hong’s direction. She suddenly stiffened at this turn. w.a.n.g Hong was folding his arms in front of his chest, watching her and Sun Yan… for some reason, his eyes fl.u.s.tered Chen Rong.

At this time, Sun Yan’s loud bark gave an order: “We’re leaving right after breakfast.” He glanced to see Chen Rong and w.a.n.g Hong trading glances, and harrumphed in disgust.

He wasn’t far from Chen Rong, and she had heard his disapproval loud and clear. She shuddered, quickly withdrew her gaze and went back to her carriage with her head bowed low.

After partaking some dried food, they took off again.

With Mo’yang farther and farther behind them, people gradually allowed themselves to be more at ease.

At noon, the scouts sent by Sun Yan returned and relayed that the Hu were sighted near a fork ahead, but they were few in number.

Since they were few in number, there was no need to fear and the team moved on.

By late afternoon, Sun Yan chose a site to camp so that the troops can begin a thorough rest.

Chen Rong languidly leaned against the carriage wall. With Mo’yang far away, her heart also eased up. For some reason, the relaxation made way for an overwhelming exhaustion, and her limbs felt strengthless as though she was seriously ill.

The moon came out in the evening.

Sun Yan pulled Chen Rong to a tree. She lazily leaned against her seat, looked up and watched the moon in the sky.

At this time, the melodious zither floated to them.

Chen Rong slowly turned around.

She saw w.a.n.g Hong sitting in the wilderness with a zither placed in front. His delicate fingers flitted across the strings. Like the silvery moonlight, his profile was also emitting a faint glow. At this very second, he seemed as if he belonged in a painting, unreachable by her… He was clearly right there close to her, but she felt they were separated by rivers and hills.

Chen Rong idly turned sideways to watch him, enjoying the arresting sight under the moonlight.

There were sounds of death in his usually ethereal music. As she listened, Chen Rong could almost see a blood moon in the sky.

At this time, her leg received a kick. She looked up in surprise to find Sun Yan’s glower. She glared at the handsome boy and asked, “What?” Because she was tired, her voice had started to sound hoa.r.s.e.

Sun Yan glared back in annoyance, looked around, and lowered his voice to tell her: “You were drooling.”

Chen Rong gasped. She quickly wiped her mouth before stiffening half way through. “Liar.”

Sun Yan gave her a supercilious look and unceremoniously sat down. He had taken off his armor and was now wearing a blue robe. He sat in front of Chen Rong, hugging his knees to watch the sky for a while, then suddenly asked, “Ah Rong, do you really like w.a.n.g Qilang?” He hadn’t looked at her, but his question was serious.

Chen Rong thought about it. “Aye.” She paused, and then innocently smiled, “Doesn’t every girl in the world like a man like him?”

Sun Yan turned around. There was something strange about the way he looked at her that Chen Rong didn’t quite get. After some time, he suddenly got up and turned to go, his footsteps striding faster and faster.

Chen Rong opened her mouth to call him back, but stopped when she saw several people staring her way.

By the time Sun Yan had gone twenty paces, a series of clopping hooves approached.

All chatters halted. Some hastily turned and ran to their horses. They had all experienced killing and deaths, and knew something must’ve happened the moment they heard the horse hooves.

Sun Yan also stopped, his handsome face growing somber.

The rider approached him, dismounted and gave a bow. “General Sun, our men are spotted a hundred miles from here. They said General Ran and Murong Ke had met up.” He looked up, raised his clasped hands toward Sun Yan and hastily said, “The general does not have sufficient force. General Sun, let’s go lend him a hand.”

“Alright,” Sun Yan quickly made up his mind.

w.a.n.g Hong finally finished his tune at this time. He slowly dropped his hands from the instrument and looked up at Sun Yan. “Murong Ke? Where is he right now?”

“There’s a valley a hundred miles to the west from here,” replied the soldier.

w.a.n.g Hong turned to look in the direction the soldier told him and murmured, “So that’s what happened.”

“What?” asked the young captain who was on good terms with Sun Yan.

w.a.n.g Hong faintly smiled. “The troops were transferred away from the south gate last night because Murong Ke had wanted to use them against Ran Min. It seems your general has come pretty quick to have taken Murong Ke by enough surprise that it was too late for him to call his own men.”

The young captain had a square face, a dark complexion, and a large booming voice to go with his large body. When he heard w.a.n.g Hong’s explanation, he came to realize the situation and thus proudly said, “I heard Murong Ke is bent on killing all the Han heroes, especially those who has an understanding of the military. But defeat is his only option when it comes to our general.” He excitedly went on: “Once, our general only brought with him 2000 men, but he was able to repel 15000 of his. If you ask me, there’s no one who can rival our general in this world!”

He was still basking in pride when Sun Yan shouted: “Li, shut your yapping for me. The general’s still waiting for us to bring reinforcements.”

The young man named Li shuddered and quickly replied, “Aye.” He raised his head, turned and ran back to his subordinates.

While people were finis.h.i.+ng up, Sun Yan urged his horse to w.a.n.g Hong’s side. He stared down from above and shouted, “w.a.n.g Hong, will you return to Nan’yang by yourself or will you go with us to see General Ran?”

Since last night, Sun Yan had started to shout and scream at w.a.n.g Hong whenever he saw him, with not one thought given to cordiality.

w.a.n.g Hong smiled and turned his gaze to Chen Rong, slowly walking toward her.

Sun Yan’s hair stood on their ends as he yelled: “Stop right there!” When he saw nearby people looking at him, he lowered his voice, stared warily at w.a.n.g Hong and asked, “w.a.n.g Qilang, what are you doing?”

w.a.n.g Hong merely smiled as he watched Sun Yan baring his claws. He beckoned Chen Rong over and insouciantly explained, “Nothing, I just want to call my darling over to ask for her opinion.” Whether he was intentional or not, there was an extra emphasis placed on the word “darling”. He amusedly watched Sun Yan and unhurriedly remarked, “You look so nervous, general. Or have you taken a fancy to Ah Rong of the Chen house and want to marry her?”

Sun Yan froze on the spot at these words.