Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

After dinner, Yan Jiheng went to take a bath.

Chu Zhuo sat by the bed waiting for him. About fifteen minutes later, Yan Jiheng came in wearing a white undergarment.

The ties were loosely draped, revealing a small patch of his chest, making him appear extremely frivolous compared to his usual attire.

"Yan Jiheng?" Chu Zhuo scrutinized his purpose.

He had expected something to happen tonight, but to his surprise, Yan Jiheng simply held him and slept soundly.

This has been the case for two consecutive days.

The Xiongnu are now recuperating, and the Yan soldiers are also relieving their fatigue. The war is currently in a stable phase.

On the third day, Yan Jiheng finally revealed his true colors, deliberately asking Chu Zhuo to take a bath together, and then bullying him in the bathtub.

He had clearly done his research beforehand. The warm water flowed into the tub through his fingers, and Chu Zhuo, lying on the edge of the tub, vaguely remembered something.

"Yan Jiheng, there's a small porcelain bottle at the very bottom of the closet in my room..."

Yan Jiheng struggled to get in, and upon hearing this, he withdrew two fingers, picked up Chu Zhuo, and stepped out of the bathtub.

Upon finding the small porcelain bottle Chu Zhuo had mentioned, Yan Jiheng paused, momentarily stunned. This thing… was given to Zhuo Bao by that strange woman outside the palace last time.

So that's where you apply it?

Yan Jiheng soaked in the vinegar jar and returned to bed. While applying the ointment, he was still jealous: "Why would that woman give Zhuobao something like this? Does Zhuobao even know her?"

Chu Zhu curled up: "I don't know her, we only met once. She probably sensed that we needed this."

Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes, his nails digging fiercely into the man's firm back, his tone threatening: "Yan Jiheng..."

Yan Jiheng smiled silently, stopped mentioning unimportant people, laid Chu Zhuo flat, grabbed his calf and pressed down on him.

The candlelight shone brightly until the sky was hazy. Chu Zhuo glanced at Yan Jiheng and saw him blow out the candle. His last memory before falling asleep was of Yan Jiheng cleaning him up.

In contrast, Yan Jiheng woke up shortly after falling asleep with Chu Zhuo, when it was broad daylight.

However, although she woke up, she didn't get out of bed, but lay on her side admiring every detail of the boy's face.

"Zhuobao." Yan Jiheng picked up one of his fingers and bit it, his eyes filled with deep affection. "Thank you for coming, which has brought solace to my empty remaining years."

When Chu Zhuo opened his eyes, the sun was already high in the sky. While he was washing up, Yan Jiheng went to the kitchen to get the food.

The table was laden with dishes of all sizes, mostly light and refreshing.

Yan Jiheng acted like a palace maid serving dishes, diligently attending to Chu Zhuo's meals.

"Yan Jiheng, aren't you going to eat?" Chu Zhuo asked, chewing on a rice noodle bun.

"I've already eaten. This was specially kept warm for you." Yan Jiheng waited for him to finish eating, wiped his mouth, and pulled him into his arms. "Is Zhuobao feeling unwell anywhere?"

Upon closer inspection, I realized: "No, it's very refreshing."

Yan Jiheng seemed to realize something: "It seems that the small porcelain bottle is a good thing."

Chuzhuo: "..."

Whether it was because he was young and had good physical strength, or because the ointment the female lead used worked, or both... after exercising for two consecutive nights, Chu Zhuo woke up feeling completely fine and recovered very quickly.

The affairs of the capital were numerous and complicated, and the emperor had to leave after staying for a few days.

Before leaving, Yan Jiheng was filled with reluctance.

Chu Zhuo tilted her head up and kissed him on the lips: "I will miss you, I will miss you so much. Chu Zhuo likes Yan Jiheng."

*

Although the powerful clans were wiped out, their influence still lingered.

Yan and Heng would ride swiftly, usually returning to the capital after only a few days. In recent years, they had seen each other less and less, but each journey to see the other was filled with anticipation.

A full moon hung in the sky, its shimmering light illuminating the earth. The people in the city ate mooncakes, while the Xiongnu on the neighboring grasslands were already at their wits' end.

Chu Zhuo stood on the city tower and watched the moon for a while. Just as he was about to go downstairs, he saw a figure riding a horse several miles away.

The wounded man, upon seeing the young general on the city wall, shouted loudly, "General Chi, the governor of Linzhou has betrayed us, opening the city gates wide to let the Xiongnu into the city! Linzhou requests reinforcements!!!"

Chu Zhuo lifted his battle robe, raised his long legs high, and jumped down from the city wall, stepping on the battlements.

Her clothes fluttered in the air, and she used the wall as a cushion. Just before landing, she suddenly leaped up, bracing her wrists on the ground, leaving a few red marks.

Ignoring his minor abrasions, Chu Zhuo helped up the soldier who had collapsed from exhaustion, took out mooncakes from his pocket, and handed them to him along with his water bottle.

The soldier was wounded and had not eaten for several days. His shout had exhausted his energy and spirit, and he was too weak to speak. He wolfed down his food.

After he finished eating the mooncakes and quenched his thirst with water, and his strength had recovered somewhat, Chu Zhuo said with a serious expression: "Quickly tell me the whole story."

The soldier took a breath and told the young general everything that had happened after the governor's betrayal.

Upon hearing this, Chu Zhu clenched his fist and immediately summoned his subordinates to discuss the matter.

The next morning, Chu Zhuo led his soldiers on their journey.

Yan Jiheng, who arrived a few days later, learned that Chu Zhuo had already gone to Linzhou, and immediately turned back without stopping.

At this moment, the main force, which was about to arrive in Linzhou, stopped a few miles away. Chu Zhuo summoned the deputy general he had personally promoted: "You rest here for now, I'll go and scout out the situation ahead."

"Such a trivial matter can be investigated by our subordinates," the lieutenant replied.

Chu Zhuo rejected the idea: "I am highly skilled in martial arts and can move around in secrecy. Listen to me, you should all hold back and wait for my instructions."

Seeing that his persuasion was ineffective, the lieutenant respectfully said, "This humble general will obey the general's orders."

Linzhou was heavily guarded. Chu Zhu changed into a light robe, smeared his face to look like a refugee, and slipped into the city through the gate without being noticed for the time being.

The streets of the city were deserted, with few pedestrians. Most inns were closed to guests, and the few that were open were listlessly open, with the vendors all looking sorrowful.

It's as if we're just living one day at a time.

Chu Zhuo went to a wonton stall and ordered a bowl of clear soup wontons. He chatted with the stall owner: "Uncle, why is Linzhou so deserted? It wasn't like this when I came here a while ago. The checks to enter the city are also much stricter than usual."

The old man selling wontons sighed wearily, "Alas, Linzhou is unfortunate."

He then glanced around, his expression enigmatic, and kindly said, "Young master, before it gets dark, finish this bowl of wontons and hurry out of the city."

As he finished speaking, the wontons were cooked, and Chu Zhuo brought them over and sat down at the table next to him: "How unfortunate is Linzhou? Old sir, what has happened these past few days? Perhaps I can contribute my help."

The stall owner took it as a joke, but there was nothing wrong with saying it.

Although the young master was covered in dirt and looked like a refugee, the stall owner, with decades of experience, could tell that he had a good foundation. Once the dirt was removed, he would surely be handsome and have a kind face.

I couldn't help but think of my son who died on the battlefield ten years ago. It would be good to tell him so that he would remember this.

"A dozen or so days ago, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly rang out in the city at night. No one knew what had happened. The next day, many Huns dressed in grassland clothing appeared on the streets. They burned, killed, and looted the street vendors. Many people were stabbed before they could react and died just like that. Some of the rude northern barbarians even broke into our people's homes and abused women and girls..."

Chu Zhuo tried to remain calm and listened to the old man continue.

Finally, the stall owner rubbed his eyes and wiped away his cloudy tears: "My old woman was frightened a few days ago, had a fever and was unconscious for several days. She didn't make it and passed away... Young master, please finish your meal and leave quickly. Linzhou is in danger and cannot be left behind."

Chu Zhuo put down her chopsticks, stuffed the money for the wontons into the old man's palm, and said softly, "Uncle, Linzhou will be safe, trust me."

The young man's loyalty was evident, and although the stall owner didn't know him at all, he couldn't help but believe his words to some extent.

As the stall owner watched him walk away, a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

Will Linzhou City truly remain safe and sound?