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

As night deepened, the candlelight in the main room of the Qin residence cast a warm yellow glow through the windows.

The two women chatted happily.

But seeing that it was getting late, Li Qingwan didn't want to spoil Qin An's mood, so she smiled and said to Shan Bing, "Sister, the spring night is short, we have plenty of time in the future. You and your husband should go and rest first!"

Dan Bing naturally understood what Li Qingwan meant.

Although I knew Li Qingwan was magnanimous before, I never expected her to be so open-minded. I was completely impressed.

No wonder Qin An liked her so much.

Li Qingwan realized that she couldn't be stingy anymore.

In fact, she knew in her heart that Qin An, as a prisoner of war, did not trust her very much.

If you want to successfully integrate into this family, you should at least offer a pledge of allegiance.

After glancing at Li Qingwan, who was open and honest, she suddenly had an idea.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward and bowed gracefully to Li Qingwan: "Sister, I...I have a favor to ask."

Li Qingwan raised her hand, gesturing for her to stand up: "Please speak freely, sister."

"I know I come from an awkward background, and it's already a great blessing to be able to stay by the general's side." Shan Bing's voice was somewhat earnest, her gaze sweeping over Qin An before returning to Li Qingwan's face.

"We both know the general's strength. I... I am no match for him. I would like to ask you to let me stay. I want to have a good chat with you and get to know you better."

Upon hearing this, Qin An raised an eyebrow slightly.

He originally thought Shan Bing was straightforward, but he didn't expect her to be so proactive; her determination was beyond his expectations.

Li Qingwan paused for a moment, then smiled gently and said, "Since you have such a kind heart, that's how a family should act. How can you call it an 'unreasonable request'?"

She looked at Qin An, her eyes filled with tacit approval and tenderness, "My husband's combat strength is indeed formidable, and it's good that my sister has this intention."

Although she was exhausted, she still missed Qin An after not seeing him for so long.

Previously, Qin An was pushed away only for the sake of family peace.

Now that Shan Bing has brought it up, she naturally won't refuse.

Qin An stepped forward, put one arm around Li Qingwan's waist, and held Shan Bing's hand with the other, feeling the slight sweat on her palm.

"Since you've all put it that way, it would seem pretentious of me to refuse."

Dan Bing's cheeks flushed red, but she nodded vigorously, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes.

Now that things have come to this, she has completely gone all out.

Only by showing him her sincerity can she truly take root in the Qin family.

Li Qingwan gently patted Shan Bing's hand, signaling her to relax, and then said softly, "I'll go and ask Jin Ping to prepare some more food so that my husband can replenish his strength."

Before long, a large table of food was served.

Two women served Qin An his meal, one on his left and one on his right.

Seemingly worried that he wasn't eating enough, the two kept putting food on his plate.

Li Qingwan's movements were gentle and graceful, and her eyes were full of tenderness as she watched Qin An enjoying his meal.

Dan Bing, on the other hand, was somewhat inexperienced; she truly had no experience serving others like this, but seeing Li Qingwan's performance, she began to imitate her.

Qin An sat at the table, looking at the two women with different charms in front of him, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

Li Qingwan is a gentle woman who has emerged from seclusion. Every move she makes exudes the tenderness of the Jiangnan water towns, and her eyes are full of deep affection.

Dan Bing is like a wild horse on the grassland. Although he has restrained his sharpness, the burning passion in his eyes cannot be hidden. He has a wild and vibrant spirit.

"Husband, eat slowly, we have plenty of time!" Li Qingwan said with a smile as she watched Qin An wolf down his food.

"You know my appetite. The more I eat, the stronger I am, and I'll have the energy to do the work later!"

Upon hearing this, Shan Bing clearly thought of something and immediately put a few more pieces of food on Qin An's plate.

The stronger Qin An was, the more she liked him.

After a satisfying meal, Qin An didn't waste any more time.

The curtains were drawn, blocking out the light and shadows from the outside world.

Li Qingwan lay beside Qin An, like a white lotus unable to withstand the cool breeze.

With a hint of shyness in her eyes, she still raised her cheeks to meet his kiss, her breath as soft as wisps of cloud.

Dan Bing, on the other hand, was like a burning flame. She took off her clothes without the slightest hesitation, her eyes were surprisingly bright, and her movements were full of enthusiasm.

Qin An first felt the delicate softness of Li Qingwan's skin, and her response was like a gentle stream, carrying a silent and tender affection.

Each soft murmur felt like a feather brushing against my heart.

With her other hand, she pressed down on Shan Bing's shoulder; her body was taut and full of power, like a wild horse waiting to be tamed.

Every move they make exudes primal vitality; the stubbornness and dependence in their eyes are intertwined, warming one's heart.

Li Qingwan was initially a little hesitant when she saw Shan Bing's undisguised enthusiasm, but gradually relaxed under Qin An's gentle comfort.

She reached out and gently stroked Shan Bing's sweat-dampened back. The touch of her fingertips sent a shiver through them both, as if an electric current had passed through them.

Dan Bing turned her head and gave her a blushing smile. There was no jealousy in that smile, only the tacit understanding between two women from Qin'an.

The two women, one gentle and the other fierce, intertwined to create a moving melody of the night.

Li Qingwan's gentle tenderness melted away all of Qin An's fatigue from the past few days.

Dan Bing's fiery passion ignited the bloodlust in his bones.

Qin An wavered between tenderness and passion, experiencing two completely different kinds of love, and the satisfaction in his heart was indescribable.

The panting inside the tent gradually subsided only when the moon was high in the sky.

Li Qingwan had already fallen asleep from exhaustion, curled up in Qin An's arms like a docile cat.

Dan Bing also let down her guard, leaning on his shoulder, her fingertips gently twirling his hair, a relieved smile in her eyes.

Qin An embraced the two women, listening to their even breathing, and felt that this was the most peaceful feeling in the world.

The next morning, Qin An was awakened by footsteps outside the courtyard.

He quietly got up, looked at the two women sleeping soundly on the bed, tucked them in, and then turned and left the bedroom.

Li Jing was waiting in the courtyard. When he saw him come out, he quickly handed him a gold-embossed invitation: "Brother-in-law, this is from the Yuwen family. They invite you to a banquet at their residence at noon."

Qin An accepted the invitation, which read "General Qin, please grace us with your presence" in clerical script, and was signed by Yuwen Hua.

He traced the patterns on the invitation with his fingertips, his eyes deep, a hint of surprise in his heart.

The prestigious Yuwen family would actually host a banquet for someone as insignificant as me?

The Yuwen family's hosting of this banquet at this time is hardly a genuine expression of gratitude; it's clearly an attempt to probe his capabilities or to manipulate him.

"Understood." Qin An put the invitation away. "Prepare a small gift and come with me at noon."

"Brother-in-law, the Yuwen family is very powerful. I'm afraid this trip will be..." Li Jing said with some worry.

"There's no escaping it," Qin An said calmly.

In just a moment, he almost understood the meaning behind this banquet.

"Since they are the Prime Minister's residence, they should at least pretend to be 'respectful and courteous to scholars.' If I don't go, it will only give them something to criticize. It's a good opportunity for me to see the grandeur of the most prestigious family in the capital."

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Just as noon arrived and the sun was at its zenith, Qin An, accompanied by Li Jing, each rode a fine horse toward the Yuwen residence.

The horses' hooves clattered on the cobblestones, creating a crisp "clatter" sound that mingled with the shouts of street vendors and the rumble of carts and horses, adding a touch of liveliness to the scene.

The Prime Minister's residence is located in the heart of the capital, in a prominent location.

From a distance, the vermilion gate exudes an air of majesty.

Four stone lions stood in front of the gate, more than twice the height of the Qin residence. The lions had wide-open eyes and bared fangs, as if they wanted to devour everything, showing the grandeur of the Prime Minister's residence.

The plaque above the door that reads "Prime Minister's Residence" is made of the finest sandalwood, and the three large characters on it are inlaid with pure gold, which shines brightly in the sunlight, dazzling the eyes.

The guards at the gate were all dressed in brocade robes, with crescent-shaped swords at their waists. They stood tall and straight like pine trees, with sharp eyes like eagles. Compared to the guards of ordinary mansions, they were exceptionally imposing.

As soon as you enter the mansion and pass through a neatly manicured courtyard, you can hear the whistling sound of weapons cutting through the air coming from the martial arts training ground.

A young man dressed in dark, tight-fitting clothes was practicing his skills in the arena. He held a gilded halberd in his hand, the halberd gleaming with a cold luster.

He was agile and swift, his swordsmanship fierce and powerful. Each move carried immense force, and the blades whistled as they sliced ​​through the air.

The ground was swept by the boring bar, stirring up a cloud of dust, and even the sycamore trees in the distance rustled.

Qin An was quite familiar with this man; he was the second son of the current prime minister, Yuwen Hua, and the universally acknowledged warrior Yuwen Rong.

When Yuwen Rong saw Qin An enter, he abruptly stopped, put away his halberd, and stood up, striking the halberd tip heavily, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He turned around, his face bearing a fierce and heroic air, and grinned: "Qin An? You've come at the right time. I've been itching for a fight. How about we have a spar?"

Qin An quickly cupped his hands and said, "General Yuwen, you flatter me. How could I dare to show off my meager skills before you?"

He wasn't being modest; he meant it sincerely.

He had witnessed Yuwen Rong's heroic figure on the battlefield; his bravery and skill were unmatched by ordinary generals.

Although he had fought many battles and his martial arts skills had improved considerably, he knew very well that he was no match for Yuwen Rong.

"What? Scared?" Yuwen Rong raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. "Don't you even have the guts to try? A martial artist should be brave and fearless, growing stronger when facing stronger opponents. This kind of retreat is not like you."

These words were like a sharp needle, piercing Qin An's inherent arrogance.

He really wanted to know just how big the gap was between himself and the top experts.

Moreover, if one were to back down after being challenged in public, it would be a poor choice and would make one a laughingstock.

Qin An took a deep breath, his eyes hardening, and said in a deep voice, "Since General Yuwen is interested, then I will make a fool of myself. I hope the general will be lenient."

A hint of approval flashed in Yuwen Rong's eyes, and he nodded: "That's more like it."

He waved to the attendant beside him, "Go and fetch a suitable spear."

The attendant dared not delay and quickly brought over a long spear.

The shaft was made of the finest pear wood, glossy and shiny, with an incredibly sharp tip that gleamed with a cold light.

Yuwen Rong took the spear and casually tossed it to Qin An: "Stop when you've made your point. There's no need to hold back."

The two mounted their horses and stood at opposite ends of the training ground.