After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

Near Huzhou, close to Ningzhou, lies a remote, untouched mountain forest called Guigu (Ghost Valley).

This place is bordered by Wanku Mountain to the east and Wuding River to the west, and belongs to the jurisdiction of Hongfeng County.

Deep in the valley, there is a military camp that stretches for dozens of miles.

The military camp was strange; there were no bugle calls, no drills, and only the faint sound of dice from the various tents.

In short, it's utterly incongruous and absurd.

Yin Cheng sighed to Lan Shu, "Does he trust me too much? He doesn't even keep a single informant, and he's not afraid that I might have any disloyal thoughts."

Lan Shu was painting his nails with cardamom when he said, "Who says there isn't? Isn't that Gu Yong? Hmm... he doesn't really seem like it. I wonder which faction he's from."

After Lan Shu finished painting her nails and blew on her fingers, she said, "I'll have Xiao Bei keep an eye on him. Whoever it is, they'll slip up sooner or later."

"...That idiot who just turned eighteen?" Yin Cheng said. "It's not that I look down on him, but just based on him?"

Lan Shu rolled her eyes. "Don't underestimate my Xiao Bei."

Just then, Xiao Bei ran into the main tent, "Master, Master, we caught him!"

Lan Shu immediately perked up.

Holding the pigeon, Xiao Bei boasted, "Master, I've robbed the pigeon and the letter together!"

Lan Shu: "..."

Lan Shu said, "Alright, bring it here so I can take a look."

Xiao Bei handed over the carrier pigeon. Lan Shu untied the letter tied to the pigeon's leg, glanced at it briefly, and his expression suddenly became extremely complicated.

Yin Cheng asked, "What?"

Lan Shu silently handed the letter to Yin Cheng.

"Do you think he's setting a trap for us, or is this just a coincidence?" Yin Cheng's expression became complicated after reading the letter.

Lan Shu's lips moved slightly. "Hard to say."

Yin Cheng hissed for a long time, "I'm not familiar with the Zhao family army in the Southwest either. You know, this whole thing is a mess. They've started a rebellion, but there's not a single one of their own."

Lan Shu was clearly encountering this situation for the first time as well. "We're unfamiliar with this place, and only that person can verify it."

"My brother?"

Lan Shu countered, "Is there anyone else who understands the Southwest better than him?"

"That's true," Yin Cheng said. "Then I'll write him a letter."

"Isn't this already prepared?" Lan Shu said. "Just send this letter as is."

After dealing with the letters, Lan Shu casually tossed the carrier pigeon to Xiao Bei, saying, "Take it to the mess hall and stew it."

"Yes, Master."

"Let's invite Gu Yong to dinner tonight and have him come and see his carrier pigeons off." Lan Shu chuckled, her mind a jumble of thoughts, her smile as cunning as a little fox.

In the evening, the mess hall prepared a large table of dishes according to the standards for a commander-in-chief, especially the jar of pigeon soup placed in the center, which smelled particularly delicious.

Xiao Bei found Gu Yong and said, "Deputy General Gu, General Wang asked me to invite you to come over."

Gu Yong asked, "Is there something urgent?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Xiao Bei followed Lan Shu's instructions, "It's just that the general caught a pigeon in the wild today, made soup, and invited you to come and have a taste."

Gu Yong's expression remained unchanged as he followed Xiao Bei to the main tent.

Lan Shu's public identity was Wang Dahu's favored concubine. In public, she always presented a soft and seductive demeanor that captivated people's hearts.

With Lan Shu's looks alone, in a military camp full of young men, he would be like a piece of tender meat falling into a pack of starving wolves.

Fortunately, Yin Cheng still had the title of commander-in-chief, which kept those restless men in check.

Lan Shu herself didn't feel uncomfortable at all; on the contrary, she seemed to be going even further, as if she wanted to proclaim her beauty to the world.

The red dress stirred the hearts of every hot-blooded man in the camp, yet he always managed to escape unscathed.

In his words, these oddballs and flawed fruits were not worth his attention.

When Gu Yong entered the main tent, he happened to see Lan Shu leaning against Yin Cheng, holding a bowl in one hand and a white porcelain spoon in the other. "General, come and try this pigeon soup, it's very delicious."

"Vice President Gu has arrived. Please have a seat." Yin Cheng took a sip of pigeon soup from Lan Shu's hand and raised an eyebrow: "It tastes quite good."

The two exchanged glances, seemingly showing affection, but in reality, the daggers in each other's eyes were almost tangible.

Yin Cheng: Get off me!

Lan Shu: Of all these gentlemen, you're the most troublesome. Hurry up and drink it in a few gulps, my shoulders are aching from sitting too long.

Gu Yong was unaware of the exchange between the two, but he immediately noticed the small bamboo tube on the table that served as a chopstick holder.

There were four people at the table, but only the chopsticks holder in front of him was a small bamboo tube.

Looking again at the jar of pigeon soup in the center, what else is there to be confused about? This is clearly the carrier pigeon he released earlier!

It turned out to be a trap!

A storm raged within him.

He was extremely careful when releasing the carrier pigeons. How did they find out?

Who exactly are these three people?

For a moment, Gu Yong's expression was unpredictable.

"Deputy General Gu, sit down and eat," Xiao Bei said, picking up her bowl and starting to serve herself some food. "It'll get cold soon."

Gu Yong sat down silently, feeling extremely uncomfortable, even his hands, which were holding chopsticks, felt heavy.

Lan Shu witnessed the entire scene.

He propped his head up with one hand, his phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, and said in a frivolous tone, "Deputy General Gu, would you like to try some of the pigeons from the Southwest? The General just tasted them and said they were quite delicious."

Before Gu Yong could respond, Xiao Bei served him a bowl of pigeon soup.

Seeing that Gu Yong did not move for a long time, Lan Shu adjusted her clothes, moved her lotus feet slightly, and quickly walked behind Gu Yong.

"Why isn't Lieutenant General Gu drinking it? Does he not like the soup?"

He nestled softly against Gu Yong's shoulder, one hand resting on Gu Yong's arm, caressing the man's wrist.

With her other hand, she used her slender fingertips to ambiguously trace the man's cheek, the movement as light as a feather.

An indescribable ambiguity.

"Does the lieutenant's refusal to drink the soup mean he looks down on the soup, or on our general?"

This was probably the first time Gu Yong had been so close to a young man; he could almost smell the faint fragrance emanating from the beauty behind him.

They were too close... Gu Yong's ears turned red, his back stiffened, and he felt it was more unbearable than being tortured.

A bead of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

At this moment, he had no idea about the carrier pigeon; his mind was filled with the lingering fragrance of the beauty, which disturbed his thoughts.

Yin Cheng thought to himself: This guy looks like he doesn't have a wife, and he's so innocent that it's like he's never been in a relationship.

He held back for a while, silently laughing to himself before turning his head back and saying expressionlessly, "Yes, Deputy General Gu, do you look down on this soup, or do you look down on me?"

Gu Yong stood up abruptly. "This humble servant has absolutely no intention of belittling the general. Please see the truth."

Lan Shu reacted quickly and dodged to the side, thus avoiding being pushed to the ground.

"I have important matters to attend to, so I must take my leave now. Please forgive me, General." After saying this, he hurriedly ran out of the main tent without thinking of anything else.

They were moving so fast that they almost tripped as they were leaving; it was practically a hasty retreat.

Yin Cheng forced himself not to laugh out loud.

Lan Shu sighed, "If you want to laugh, then laugh properly, don't make this ridiculous commotion."