Chapter 137: According to the Young Master

"Yun Feiyang, come back! You are not allowed to go anywhere!" The young man’s voice was calm, yet it carried an irresistible air of authority.

Yun Yi cast a disgruntled glance at the beautiful boy leaning against the tree in deep thought. With a drooping head, he dragged his long spear back to his original position and tossed the weapon aside carelessly.

This spear, forged with a wolf-head design, had been crafted by Chu Junhan from two hundred pounds of raw iron for his twelfth birthday. Usually, he never let the weapon leave his side, but...

"Feiyang!" Tang Chen struggled to lift the long spear. This two-hundred-pound weight was something only Yun Yi could lift with one hand without even breaking a sweat or turning red.

The young boy snorted. Ignoring Tang Chen, he muttered to himself while shaking his head, "I won't go if you tell me not to, but he had better pray he doesn't run into me, otherwise..."

Tang Chen, still struggling to move the spear, ignored the boy’s grumbling. However, when the boy suddenly went silent, Tang Chen looked up in suspicion.

He saw the boy standing up at some point, eyes fixed straight ahead, mouth slightly agape, as if he were about to drool.

"Where is the young General Chu?" A bright and lovely young girl, appearing to be about eleven or twelve, asked in a tone that sounded surprisingly sophisticated and worldly.

Yun Yi wiped the corner of his mouth, forced a charming smile, and blushed. "What... what do you want with my beautiful brother?"

"Beautiful brother?" The girl frowned, looking disgusted, as if the term made her nauseous.

Yun Yi bobbed his head like a chick pecking at rice. "Of course! My General is very handsome, just like you—"

The girl ignored him, peered around, and walked straight past him toward the youth who was draped in a war cloak, eyes closed in rest.

Yun Yi followed behind, looking disappointed and pouting. Having spent years in the military camp, he had never seen a girl, let alone one as pretty as this. And she had ignored him—how excessive!

"I am Shuangjiang, a commoner, greeting Deputy General Chu. My master has asked me to bring you a message." The little girl blinked her spirited eyes, curtsied slightly, and spoke in a voice that was neither servile nor overbearing. Her movements were swift and precise; she was clearly a sharp-witted child.

Chu Junhan slowly opened her eyes, glanced at the girl, and then closed them again slightly. "Who is your master? And what business does he have with me?"

"My master is Lord Jiuling of the Jiuling Trading House. He hopes to meet with Deputy General Chu at the Wangchun Pavilion in Pingzhou." The girl stood straight, answering point by point with a calm expression.

"What? Lord Jiuling?" Chu Junhan nearly jumped up. Suppressing her surprise, she braced herself with one hand, her expression turning stern. "When?"

The girl offered a faint smile and curtsied once more. "My master said, whenever Young General Chu is free, that is when it shall be."

"Why should I be the one to decide?" Chu Junhan narrowed her eyes. She had seen far too much treachery and deceit; even though the name Lord Jiuling was world-renowned, she could not easily bring herself to trust him.

"My master said that since you have traveled from afar and are weary from the journey, it is only natural to wait until you are settled. Therefore, he left the decision to you."

After a moment of silence, the young general gave a wicked, charming smile. "Why does he want to see me?"

It was truly a case of finding something without even looking for it. That trading house she had been grinding her teeth over every day—if she really met him, she would surely beat him until his teeth were scattered all over the floor.

The girl’s expression remained mature, entirely unbefitting her age. "My master said, because you wish to see him, he shall see you."

"And if I don't want to see him?"

"My master said..."

Before the girl could finish, Chu Junhan raised a hand to interrupt. She rested one leg on her knee and leaned her arm upon it, looking utterly unrestrained and roguish. "My master says this, my master says that—does he know everything I’m going to ask? Is he going to dictate everything?"