The God of War Who Protects the Nation: Starting with Saving a Mother and Daughter in Distress

In Qishan City, the mansion where Qin An lived was originally the residence of a rebel leader. Although it was not luxurious, it was elegant and quiet.

At this moment, the candlelight flickered in the main hall, illuminating the scene inside.

The woman who had been escorted by Han Quan stood in the hall, head bowed, awaiting Qin An's instructions.

Qin An sat upright in the main seat, his gaze fixed on the other person, scrutinizing him closely.

The woman was dressed in an elegant long dress, yet her charm was undeniable.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn water, and her glances carried a captivating charm.

Her skin was as white as snow, her figure was voluptuous and graceful, and every move she made exuded the languidness and allure of a mature woman.

Just as Han Quan said, she was a naturally alluring beauty, and it was no exaggeration to say that she was the most beautiful woman in Qishan City.

How could such a woman have fallen into his hands?

"Captain, what do you think of this woman?" Han Quan asked with a smile, noticing the interest in Qin An's eyes.

Qin An withdrew his gaze and nodded calmly: "Stay."

He doesn't pretend to be aloof, nor does he hide his desires.

As a normal, virile man, if you hold back for too long, those who know, know.

"Yes!" Han Quan responded, then said to the woman, "Why haven't you greeted Commandant Qin yet?"

Jin Ping quickly stepped forward, bowed gracefully, and said in a soft and charming voice, "This humble woman, Jin Ping, greets the Commandant."

Han Quan, being quite sensible, quietly withdrew.

Qin An looked at Jin Ping and asked, "Are you Wu Xing's sister-in-law?"

Jin Ping raised her eyes, a complex emotion flashing within them before returning to calm. She replied softly, "Yes, sir."

Speaking of martial arts, Qin An couldn't help but recall information about him.

To be fair, Wu Xing and Lin Bao were similar; they were among the few rebels who had committed relatively few heinous acts.

He was forced into becoming a rebel by the cruel world, and ended up dying at his hands.

Even judging from intelligence alone, Liu Yi quite admires martial arts.

He gradually became a rebel in order to avenge his brother.

But no matter what, rebels are rebels, and Qin An had no regrets about killing Wu Xing.

"My brother, who's a martial arts expert..." He paused, "I heard he was born with a congenital illness?"

"Your Excellency, my late husband was indeed disabled and could not be considered a normal person," Jin Ping replied in a low voice.

She seemed to have guessed what Qin An wanted to ask, and before he could speak, she took the initiative to explain.

"The two brothers had a very close relationship. Although my uncle was a rough man, he was very loyal and respected my late husband. After my late husband passed away unexpectedly two years ago, he took my uncle with him and treated me quite kindly."

Qin An understood and didn't ask any more questions. He said, "Now that you've entered my household, you can stay and serve for the time being. There are many maids in the household, so you can be the head maid and lead them."

Among this army, Qin An was considered a high-ranking general, and the spoils he was allocated naturally included more than just the golden bottle.

There were quite a few maids in this mansion.

A hint of surprise flashed in Jin Ping's eyes, then she quickly kowtowed, "Thank you for your kindness, my lord!"

She had thought she would suffer a terrible fate, but Qin An had given her such dignity.

Qin An waved his hand: "Go ahead, take them to prepare some toiletries, I need to wash up."

"Yes, sir." Jin Ping stood up and led the maids waiting outside the hall away.

Before long, Jin Ping and her men prepared bathing supplies and led Qin An to the bathroom.

The bathroom was spacious, steamy, and filled with a faint floral fragrance.

"My lord, the water is ready," Jin Ping said softly.

Qin An nodded, signaling the others to step back.

The maids all left, but Jin Ping hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and said, "My lord, I... I'll stay and serve you."

Qin An glanced at her and did not refuse: "Mm."

Jin Ping was overjoyed and quickly stepped forward to carefully undress Qin An.

Her movements were somewhat clumsy, clearly indicating that she had never done servant's work before, but every action was taken with utmost care, as if she were afraid of offending Qin An.

Qin An took off his clothes and stepped into the bathtub. The warm water enveloped his body, dispelling the fatigue of the past few days.

Jin Ping picked up a cloth from the side, dipped it in water, and gently wiped his back.

Her touch was light, almost cautious. Qin An could feel her fingertips occasionally brushing against his skin, slightly cool, yet with a strange sensation.

"You seem... not very good at serving people?" Qin An asked calmly with his eyes closed.

Jin Ping paused in her work and said in a low voice, "My lord, although I was not pampered when I was working for Wu Xing, I have never done such rough work before. I hope you will forgive me."

Qin An hummed in agreement and then fell silent.

Jin Ping continued to wipe him, but whether intentionally or unintentionally, her body would occasionally move close to Qin An.

Her voluptuous curves brushed against his arm, sending a strange tingling sensation through him.

In the misty air, the collar of the gold bottle was slightly open, revealing a patch of snow-white skin and a deep cleavage, a sudden glimpse of spring, exceptionally alluring.

She seemed oblivious, continuing to serve him attentively, only occasionally stealing glances at Qin An's reaction.

She even tested his bottom line from time to time, showing great curiosity and surprise towards Qin An.

"No wonder he became Qi Shanjun's nightmare; he truly is a rare and great man!" Jin Ping couldn't help but make this assessment in his heart, and his resolve grew stronger.

Qin An naturally noticed her subtle movements and understood what she meant.

This woman is actively seducing him.

He wasn't annoyed. His military career had been oppressive for a long time, and now that a beautiful woman was throwing herself into his arms, he didn't mind relaxing a bit.

Seeing that Qin An didn't seem to mind, Jin Ping grew bolder.

She put down the towel and gently massaged Qin An's shoulders, her fingertips carrying a hint of deliberate teasing.

"My lord, is the force just right?" Her voice carried a deliberately soft and charming quality, her breath as sweet as orchids, brushing against Qin An's ear.

Qin An could feel a surge of heat rising from the bottom of his heart. He opened his eyes and looked at the golden bottle.

At this moment, her cheeks were flushed with moisture, and her eyes were dreamy, adding to her charm.

"It's alright." Qin An's voice was a little hoarse.

Seeing this, Jin Ping was delighted and became even bolder in her massage movements.

Her hand slowly slid down, brushing against Qin An's chest with a barely perceptible touch.

Qin An's breathing gradually became heavy. He suddenly reached out and pulled the golden bottle into his arms.

"Ah!" Jin Ping exclaimed in surprise, instantly losing her balance and falling into Qin An's arms.

Her body was soft and warm, pressed tightly against Qin An, bringing an intense tactile sensation.

Jin Ping struggled slightly, then stopped resisting and nestled into Qin An's arms. She looked up, her eyes filled with a mixture of shyness and bold provocation: "My lord..."

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a deadly allure.