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Wei Qiankun's campsite is located on a hillside nestled between mountains and water.

Quinlan-style estates, with their aggressive luxury and sophistication, arrogantly occupy the mountains and forests.

There were no walls or barricades, only a long, semi-transparent glass screen that separated the manor from the outside world.

The screen is painted with a scroll depicting a hundred animals.

Nine-tailed fox, Elephant King, Xing Tian, ​​Hou Xi—

The various mythical beasts in the Classic of Mountains and Seas are depicted so vividly in ink that they seem ready to leap out of the screen at any moment.

And inside the camp, there were indeed countless rare and exotic animals resting and dozing.

Beside the winding pond, a snow-white deer was drinking water with its head down. Its stripes were like a tiger's, and its tail was as red as a flame.

Further away, on a rock formation, a bright red pheasant is preening its feathers with its long beak.

Its tail feathers trailed on the ground, and with each shake, tiny sparks flew down.

However, the most striking thing about this manor is its people.

Outside the manor, those carrying supplies and cleaning the courtyard were all female soldiers dressed in standard female-type military uniforms.

They carried short guns or repeating crossbows at their waists, and although they had not removed their armor, their cuffs and collars had been deliberately altered.

The nails were made narrower, accentuating the waistline and bust, and unnecessary patterns were added to the nail plates with gold and silver threads.

Inside the manor, the beautiful maids all wore flowing, wide-sleeved dresses, a style popular in Kunlan.

Quinlan is a royal province located on Mount Bright Moon, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter.

Only the Dragon Emperor, his nine sons, and their attendants are allowed to enter.

These flowing, wide-sleeved dresses are made of silk as light as a cicada's wing, and the color is a secret color that even the Shangyang Dyehouse cannot buy.

Sky blue, moon white, lotus root pink, primrose—each color is taken from plants and trees in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

Beside the small bridge with red railings over the winding pond, squatted a woman who looked quite different from others.

She wasn't wearing a dress, but a plain, light gray short brown shirt with the cuffs tied tight, revealing a section of her muscular forearm.

Her face was strikingly handsome—her eyebrows were sharply defined, her nose was straight, and when her lips were tightly pressed together, she exuded the coldness of a seasoned veteran.

But at this moment, a lingering gloom hung over the woman's face.

Her name is Bai Muyan. She is from Nangao and comes from a military family. Many of her uncles and aunts serve in the army in various parts of Weibei Province. However, they have not yet produced a backbone like General Haotian or Yunmo Sige. She is on the same level as Wei Zheng, the young master of the gunpowder workshop.

Above the humble background and below the noble birth.

She was supposed to be a squad leader, leading troops into battle and protecting the allied forces, but a transfer order a few days ago moved her from her own unit to "Young Master Wei's" mobile garrison.

Then she caught the eye of "Young Master Wei" and was transferred to his camp, ostensibly because he thought she was exceptionally brave and wanted to treat her well.

But in reality, she became someone's maid.

Bai Muyan washed the red fruit called "Zhu Nai" and scooped it into a bamboo basket to drain.

Wei Qiankun's father, Wei Wuyai, is the president of the Soul-Demon Craftsmen Association, and his mother is from the lineage of the Moon Empress Palace maids.

Not to mention this coalition force that was cobbled together to escape.

In the context of the entire nation, they were legitimate members of the royal family, second only to the emperor.

She dared not disobey.

Even her fiancé didn't dare.

Straightening up, Bai Muyan carried the fruit platter and walked deeper into the manor.

Her gaze passed over layers of glazed screens, exotic animals, and rare flowers and plants, finally settling on the building located in the center of the manor.

It was a five-story bronze sparrow tower.

With its upturned eaves and clear, melodious bells, the entire structure is built with brass and "Qinglin bamboo," a specialty of Kunlan.

This type of bamboo only grows near the Lingquan Spring in Haoyue Mountain.

The bamboo poles are as green as jade, cool to the touch, and do not rot or become infested after being cut down; instead, they become more translucent with the passage of time.

Occasionally, a small portion of it would flow onto the black market and fetch an exaggerated price of ten thousand taels of gold.

In front of the Bronze Sparrow Tower, a white lion lies.

This white tiger was exceptionally tall and powerful, more than two or three times larger than an ordinary mountain tiger. Bai Muyan had the good fortune to visit Weijing before, and this white tiger was about the same size as the stone lions of various colors in front of the inner palace of the Dragon Court.

The white tiger lay lazily on the steps, its amber eyes half-open and half-closed, as if it were dozing off.

When I arrived yesterday, this guy was just loitering outside the screen. How come he's here today?

Bai Muyan suppressed his fear and the urge to draw his sword and attack, lowered his head, lifted his foot, and stepped up the stairs carrying the fruit plate.

Suddenly, a strong killing intent and a stench of blood filled the air, freezing her in place.

The white tiger opened its eyes, its pupils shrinking into a vertical line, and locked its gaze on Bai Muyan.

It did not pounce immediately, but slowly stood up and let out a low, warning growl from deep in its throat.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was enough to make your blood run cold! Your heart felt like it was about to leap out of your chest!

"You are carrying something you shouldn't be carrying."

A female soldier stationed at the entrance of Tongquelou stepped forward.

They all wore white cloth armor with gold trim, and carried scimitars made entirely of white jade at their waists, calling themselves the "Wind and Cloud Guards".

It differs from the Imperial Guard "Fengyunlan" by only one character.

His background is self-evident.

Fengyunwei's voice was as cold as a knife, striking Bai Muyan's pounding heart: "The White Tiger has a spirit; it will give a warning when it smells something unclean and then deal with it itself."

Just then, a small commotion suddenly arose at the entrance of the camp.

Bai Muyan didn't notice; now was not the time to care about others.

She took a deep breath, picked up the bamboo basket, and took out a small piece of neatly folded red silk embroidered with silver swallows from a hidden pocket deep in her sleeve, and carefully placed it on the stone steps at her feet.

The white tiger's roar continues.

"And another thing." Fengyunwei's tone was tinged with impatience.

Bai Muyan reached into her collar and took a jade ring from her neck. She stroked it several times before placing it on the red silk and carefully wrapping it up.

The white tiger closed its mouth, and the roar in its throat finally subsided.

With a very intelligent and smug look that made Bai Muyan grit his teeth, it lay back down in its original spot and closed its eyes to rest.

"Could you two please keep these items on the ground safe for me? I'll be back in when I come out—" she said hoarsely to the guard as she picked up the fruit basket again.

Nobody paid any attention to her.

Bai Muyan felt that the way these women looked at him was like an old servant in the household looking at a newly adopted concubine.

Filled with humiliation, she wasted no more words and strode into the Bronze Sparrow Tower.

The main hall on the first floor of the pavilion is extremely spacious, with a high dome and murals on all four walls depicting the theme of "Dragon Emperor Subduing Giant Beasts".

The ground was covered with thick brocade carpets from the distant Western Regions.

At each of the four corners of the hall stood a gilded Boshan incense burner, burning ambergris and sandalwood shavings, with wisps of blue smoke rising and weaving a thin veil of mist under the dome.

Deep inside, behind a large rosewood desk, sat the author, a young man named Wei Qiankun.

He wore a wide, heavy, moon-white satin robe, with a jade belt around his waist, and a large luminous pearl inlaid on his hair ornament, making him look radiant with jewels.

Five beautiful and charming concubines sat, lay, or leaned against him.

Five women were dressed in five different colored gowns, and each of them had a jade hairpin of a different shape in her hair.

Not far from the table stood a tall and beautiful female general, carrying a white jade longbow and a white jade spear.

The materials used are all Moon Soul Jade, which can only be used by the Imperial Guards.

When Bai Muyan entered, Wei Qiankun was measuring the figure of a female soldier with his five favorite concubines.

"Young lady, have you been eating and dressing well at my camp these past few days?" Wei Qiankun asked with a smile.

"Thank you for your hospitality, young master," the female soldier said with a smile, her tone slightly coquettish, "It's much better than the treatment I received at my previous camp."

"Those male officers are all incredibly clueless about romance."

"When we march and set up camp, we have to eat and live with those stinky men. They don't care about any sense of propriety or shame. Forget about menstruation. They won't even give us a bowl of brown sugar water. All they do is yell at us all day long. They're nothing like the young master who is so considerate."

Wei Qiankun listened with a smile, gently measuring her shoulder with the jade ruler in his hand, then moving it down her arm, his movements unhurried, as if he were measuring a newly presented piece of silk.

He turned to his concubines and asked, "You lot, take a look and tell me, what style of dress should this young lady wear?"

The five favored concubines immediately began to chatter amongst themselves.

First, they kept criticizing the military uniforms for being ugly and inappropriate, saying that there could be more beautiful and battlefield-appropriate attire.

The woman, wearing a red jade hairpin, expertly tugged at the cuff of her military uniform and said, "It must be crimson purple, with pleats for riding and archery, narrow cuffs, and a slit at the hem."

"The battle skirt made this way is both beautiful and convenient."

"Battle skirt?" The woman with the purple jade hairpin covered her mouth and chuckled, saying vying for attention, "That's so old-fashioned! I think it would be better to make a knee-length skirt out of moonlight satin, all white, with a silver thread embroidered with cloud patterns on the waist belt, and a flowing cloud pleat on the hem—"

The more Bai Muyan listened, the more his chest tightened, and his fists clenched involuntarily.

Moonlit satin fabric for military uniforms?

Why not eat minced meat?

Without uttering a word, she seized the opportunity, quickly stepped forward, arranged the fruit basket, and then quietly slipped away.

Unexpectedly, Wei Qiankun, who was watching the women fight, suddenly turned to look at her.