She refused to marry.

One of them, however, seemed somewhat dignified, and said with a sob in her voice, "We're from Liuhe Town at the foot of the mountain, not military prostitutes...we're even worse than military prostitutes..."

Su Wanwan got a general idea.

These soldiers were under the command of King Changxin. After descending the mountain, they began to act recklessly.

King Changxin was adept at using violence to control violence, and his subordinates became even more tyrannical.

Su Wanwan sat in the corner, and the original novel did not describe much about the army of Prince Changxin.

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As evening fell, a refined-looking civil official arrived, lifted the curtain, and peered inside for a moment. "Isn't this Miss Qin..."

Su Wanwan suddenly opened her eyes.

The tent flap was lifted from the outside, and the light of torches rushed in.

Three or four soldiers staggered into the tent, all reeking of alcohol, their armor half-open.

His eyes swept back and forth over the women, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey.

"Get up, all of you! Get up!"

The burly man leading the group swaggered inside, saying, "Have some fun with the brothers, and you'll get your share!"

The women in the corner huddled together in fear, trembling, some of them already sobbing softly.

Su Wanwan slowly stood up and stood in front of them.

"Get out," Su Wanwan ordered.

The soldiers were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

The bearded man leaned closer, tilting his head to examine her: "Oh, so there's a fierce one here? She's got delicate skin though..."

He reached out to pinch her chin.

"Get your dirty hands off me." Su Wanwan stared directly at him and snapped, "Do you know who I am?"

The bearded man retorted sharply, "I don't care who you are! Once you're here, you're the prince's prisoner..."

Su Wanwan showed no fear and shouted, "If you touch a single finger of mine, the young master will cut off your hand. If you touch a single hair of mine, the young master will take your life."

The soldiers exchanged bewildered glances. "Stop trying to fool us! Why didn't you say that when we arrested you..."

"The people who arrested me are only responsible for arresting people, not for interrogating them." Su Wanwan interrupted him. "I rescued the young master in the capital. If you harm me in the slightest, the young master will definitely not forgive you. If you go and inform the young master now, you might even be rewarded."

This sentence hit the nail on the head.

The soldiers exchanged glances. "Who believes you!"

Su Wanwan took the ring off her neck. "Take a look, what's written on it?"

One of them took a torch, looked at it, and asked, "Do you recognize me?"

The remaining few shook their heads.

"You just wait!" the bearded man shouted. "If you dare to lie, I'll skin you alive!"

Two hours later, the bearded man entered, walked to her side, and untied the ropes. "Good girl, remember to collect my reward later. I'll take you to see the prince now!"

Several people led her out of the tent, and after walking for about an hour, they finally stopped in front of a large camp.

Generals and commanders were coming and going in the tent, carrying military reports, with bearded men stepping forward to report.

Before long, Su Wanwan was pushed inside by the soldiers at the door.

Inside the tent, a high-backed chair sat Prince Changxin.

He was around fifty years old, with a robust build; even when sitting, his height was evident.

Her gray hair was tied up in a golden crown, and her temples were as white as frost.

He had a square face, high cheekbones, a broad jaw, and a thick, short beard that was neatly trimmed.

His eyes exuded an air of arrogance and domineering.

Su Wanwan was forced to kneel in front of the stage by a general next to her. Her knees hit the hard ground, and she frowned in pain.

"Whose maid are you?" Prince Changxin looked up and picked up the ring from the table.

Su Wanwan raised her head and met his eyes. "I am from the Su family."

"The Su family?" Prince Changxin's eyes flickered. "The Su family of that Grand Commandant Su?"

Su Wanwan nodded, "Yes."

"Is this ring a token of love from Zheng'er?" Prince Changxin looked down at the necklace. The character on the ring was indeed the character "Zheng".

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Prince Changxin put the ring away. "Go in first and don't make a sound. If she is truly the woman Zheng'er desires, I will certainly not mistreat you."

After saying that, Su Wanwan was led aside by the general beside her. Even through the curtain, they could still hear the conversation outside.

A short while later, a familiar voice came from the doorway.

"Father, what brings you to me?"

Su Wanwan was overjoyed; it was Ying Zheng.

"How are things on your end? Has Lord Fengchen made any moves these past few days?" asked Prince Changxin.

"Father, Lord Fengchen has been besieged for several months, and his food supplies are running low. In the next few days, he will probably prepare to break out through the mountain stream. If we take him down in one fell swoop, Lord Fengchen will surely die," Ying Zheng said as he sat down.

"Good, once we capture Fengchenjun, we can head south directly into Guanzhong!" Prince Changxin stepped down. "Zheng'er, the capital is prosperous and full of noble ladies. Have you met any women you like? Once we capture the capital, your father can prepare for your marriage."

"Father, there's no rush. We can make plans once things have stabilized." Ying Zheng took a sip of tea.

"Ah, that's not quite right. Now that the two armies are at war, the situation in the capital is extremely uncertain. Tell me first, is there anything that your father is keeping an eye out for? The time is right, and I will definitely make a decision for you." Prince Changxin sat down next to Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng pondered for a moment, then put down his teacup. "Father, the war is not yet over, why are you suddenly bringing up my marriage?"

"I heard the Crown Prince is choosing a consort, and I'm not happy about that," Prince Changxin said, patting his chest. "My son is out fighting, while those people in the capital are still indulging in the pleasures of women..."

"Father, the Crown Prince is dissolute and immoral. Once he reaches the capital, he must be severely punished as a warning," Ying Zheng said.

"Alas, I've heard there are many beautiful women in the capital. Have you seen any?" Prince Changxin leaned forward. "My son is so handsome; surely no one admires him?"

Ying Zheng pictured the woman's face in his mind and laughed, "Your subject is focused on military affairs; how could I possibly have a beauty in my sight?"

"Hey, kid, don't try to fool your father. Your father has heard about... that Su family..." Prince Changxin patted the edge of his chair and laughed.

Ying Zheng frowned. "Father, where did you hear that?"

"Don't ask about that, just tell me, boy, whether it's true or not. Your father will stand up for you." King Changxin narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, but she might not agree. We'll talk about it later," Ying Zheng said with a wry smile.

"Alright, let's put that aside. The battle of the mountain stream is crucial to the success or failure of the war. Father will personally lead the troops into battle. You should quickly go to the rear of the mountain stream and attack from both sides to capture Fengchen Jun. Then we will head straight for Guanzhong and take the position of King of Guanzhong!" King Changxin said, standing up.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I am busy with official duties and will take my leave today." Ying Zheng walked out of the tent.

Su Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief as she stood inside.

Prince Changxin walked inside, lifted the curtain, and his face was gloomy.

"General Zhang, tie her up and hang her in front of the battle line as a show of force before the main battle!!!"

His son will one day inherit the throne, so the word "love" is superfluous!