"My lady! Young master is back." Tian Li informed Cheng Min who was busy having her tea early in the morning. It was like any other day during this time when winter was near. Every day she would wake up early and drink her tea before preparing to head out. It has been several weeks since it's been like this. After her return from the town that day, she thought of lying low before planning to do some small business, but who knew that her favourite person would be back. She looked up, her eyes twinkling like stars. She let go of the tea cup which fell with a thud as it shattered on the floor splashing the remaining tea. She didn't mind the mess instead she excitedly stood up and hurried out not even putting on her shoes. As she ran towards her brother, Cheng Yan who at the time had returned home after being away from it since the last winter. He sat in the pavilion with his other sister, mother and father who were busy chirping, asking him about his journey and so on. He wore simple
"Gege, hurry up or we will be late." Cheng Min called out to Cheng Yan who at the moment was taking so long to get some silver and gold pieces from his room to spend on the road. Cheng Min had planned to travel with him after knowing that he was not staying for long. At first, he had refused, telling her that it would be dangerous, he even tried to instil some terrifying images in her head but to vain. His sweet little sister managed to convince him telling him that it was enough that he was there. Of course, the infatuated brother was very glad to know that she depended on him and trusted him with her life. He carelessly gave his word before realizing what he had done in one of those moments. He walked out of his house still feeling worried. "Will you be okay? There are bandits on the way and we will be spending nights outside." "Yes I know but still you shouldn't go back on your word. You agreed so now let's go." She cut him off before he could say anything on the matter. They go
Cheng Yan knew that if he made any careless moves then he would be dead so he did as he was told. "Turn around slowly." The other kept on demanding as he tightened his grip on the sword bringing it closer to his neck. Cheng Yan felt some pain on where the sword had cut. He brought up his hand and pressed on the wound to stop the bleeding. Whilst he was doing all that he also turned around not wanting to aggravate the attacker more. If looks could kill he would have died the moment he took in the image of the man standing in front of him. He was very handsome and looked very cool with the way he was handling his sword with a cold air around him. Cheng Yan took in his image as if he was drinking water. Even his Adam's apple was dancing to every saliva he was gorging down. The wound was long forgotten. When the man noticed him being like that, he scowled. He had never met such a shameless person before. After all, everyone feared him except that little girl he met at the inn. When h
While sitting in a cold dark room, Cheng Yan looked through the bars that was restricting his freedom. He wanted to check if the guards were still on their shift. When he found no one he rose quietly not wanting to disturb his little sister's sleep. After checking to see that she was sleeping comfortably, he turned away and took a few steps toward the small window where some moonlight was entering through. He whistled softly for a couple of times and stopped as if he was waiting for something to appear. In a while, he heard flapping sounds as if something was approaching him. A white pigeon landed on the window seal, on it's leg there was a small pouch where he put on a letter he had written during the day. He was fortunate because he always travelled around with paper and ink which he would hide somewhere in his clothes. He was also lucky because when the guards searched him they didn't find it on him. After successfully putting the small piece of paper on the bird, Cheng Yan spoke
Xue Han was left in a very bad mood. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palm. His hand ended up dripping with a trail of blood. All that filled his mind was the way Cheng Yan behaved with him right now. He knew for sure that he was the one who had stolen the supplies. Xue Han wasn't so sure on how he had managed to do it. He laid his back on his chair and rested his head on the palm of his hand. After seeing a pile of reports waiting on the side of the table he picked up a few and started to go through them. It was after a shichen when his deputy came to seek him. He was a little on urge, while informing him on what the crown prince had ordered. Upon hearing Wang Fu mentioning the sibling's names in his report, General Xue Han felt his emotions shoot but he still remained calm. "I will see what I can do about it." Xue Han finished their talk. He stood up and exited the tent. The first thing he did was go to the tent with the supplies to check if anythi
The general took a sip of his tea before bringing it to his nose letting the steam enter his nostrils. He wanted to make sure if it was the same as his late mother's. To his surprise everything was just similar, the taste, the temperature and the amount of sugar put into it. He gently put the cup down and looked at Cheng Min. "Where did you learn to brew this tea from?" He asked desperately trying to find some clues. Cheng Yan was confused, this was just ordinary tea, anyone could make it. Cheng Min also thought the same. No one had taught her any skills in brewing tea. She just made it randomly. "Nowhere. It's simple. Do you want me to teach you how?" Cheng Yan answered back, she honestly wanted to help him. "No thanks. It just reminded me of someone." Xue Han answered softly. He remembered her soft smile and delicate facial features. When he looked up from staring at the image in the tea he was greeted by Cheng Min's face which was smiling widely at her brother who was refilling
A few months have passed after his last visit to the siblings. Xue Han found it hard to face them. Especially the woman who couldn't stop popping in his mind. At first he blamed it upon the tea he drank that day but later on he just couldn't keep at it at all. The mighty general managed to sort out his feelings and decided to act upon his heart. Once he woke up, he made his way to the closest stream and took a quick bath in the cold water. He didn't feel the coldness at all for he had grown up in this kind of environment when he was doing his training. And with years he had gotten used to it. His body looked good and was well built due to the work out he had been doing almost all his life. When he was done. He changed into a dark purple robe with beautiful bamboo leaves drawn at the helm. He plaited a handful of hair at one side and tied the rest into a pony. Some were left at the front where it fell into a pretty fringe. When he was satisfied with his look. He got onto his war ho
"No. Nothing happened. Don't worry too much." Cheng Yan persuaded her, while caressing her hair, desperate to distract her from asking him any more questions. He did not want to mention what the other man had just asked him, so he chose to keep it to himself. However he knew too well that his little sister wouldn't let it go. That's why he stroke her hair in an attempt to please her. She really loved it when he did that. He had used this method to coax her many times. "Gege, stop it. I know when you are trying to distract me." Cheng Min complained and watched as her brother blushed with embarrassment and then hurried her to go inside the house in case she got too many sun burns. "Be careful or else you will look ugly and no one will want to marry you." He shouted after her. She turned to face him and made a silly face before running away and entering their room. Cheng Yan then stood up from his seat and walked away. He needed some time to himself. It was just too much to think when
"No. Nothing happened. Don't worry too much." Cheng Yan persuaded her, while caressing her hair, desperate to distract her from asking him any more questions. He did not want to mention what the other man had just asked him, so he chose to keep it to himself. However he knew too well that his little sister wouldn't let it go. That's why he stroke her hair in an attempt to please her. She really loved it when he did that. He had used this method to coax her many times. "Gege, stop it. I know when you are trying to distract me." Cheng Min complained and watched as her brother blushed with embarrassment and then hurried her to go inside the house in case she got too many sun burns. "Be careful or else you will look ugly and no one will want to marry you." He shouted after her. She turned to face him and made a silly face before running away and entering their room. Cheng Yan then stood up from his seat and walked away. He needed some time to himself. It was just too much to think when
A few months have passed after his last visit to the siblings. Xue Han found it hard to face them. Especially the woman who couldn't stop popping in his mind. At first he blamed it upon the tea he drank that day but later on he just couldn't keep at it at all. The mighty general managed to sort out his feelings and decided to act upon his heart. Once he woke up, he made his way to the closest stream and took a quick bath in the cold water. He didn't feel the coldness at all for he had grown up in this kind of environment when he was doing his training. And with years he had gotten used to it. His body looked good and was well built due to the work out he had been doing almost all his life. When he was done. He changed into a dark purple robe with beautiful bamboo leaves drawn at the helm. He plaited a handful of hair at one side and tied the rest into a pony. Some were left at the front where it fell into a pretty fringe. When he was satisfied with his look. He got onto his war ho
The general took a sip of his tea before bringing it to his nose letting the steam enter his nostrils. He wanted to make sure if it was the same as his late mother's. To his surprise everything was just similar, the taste, the temperature and the amount of sugar put into it. He gently put the cup down and looked at Cheng Min. "Where did you learn to brew this tea from?" He asked desperately trying to find some clues. Cheng Yan was confused, this was just ordinary tea, anyone could make it. Cheng Min also thought the same. No one had taught her any skills in brewing tea. She just made it randomly. "Nowhere. It's simple. Do you want me to teach you how?" Cheng Yan answered back, she honestly wanted to help him. "No thanks. It just reminded me of someone." Xue Han answered softly. He remembered her soft smile and delicate facial features. When he looked up from staring at the image in the tea he was greeted by Cheng Min's face which was smiling widely at her brother who was refilling
Xue Han was left in a very bad mood. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palm. His hand ended up dripping with a trail of blood. All that filled his mind was the way Cheng Yan behaved with him right now. He knew for sure that he was the one who had stolen the supplies. Xue Han wasn't so sure on how he had managed to do it. He laid his back on his chair and rested his head on the palm of his hand. After seeing a pile of reports waiting on the side of the table he picked up a few and started to go through them. It was after a shichen when his deputy came to seek him. He was a little on urge, while informing him on what the crown prince had ordered. Upon hearing Wang Fu mentioning the sibling's names in his report, General Xue Han felt his emotions shoot but he still remained calm. "I will see what I can do about it." Xue Han finished their talk. He stood up and exited the tent. The first thing he did was go to the tent with the supplies to check if anythi
While sitting in a cold dark room, Cheng Yan looked through the bars that was restricting his freedom. He wanted to check if the guards were still on their shift. When he found no one he rose quietly not wanting to disturb his little sister's sleep. After checking to see that she was sleeping comfortably, he turned away and took a few steps toward the small window where some moonlight was entering through. He whistled softly for a couple of times and stopped as if he was waiting for something to appear. In a while, he heard flapping sounds as if something was approaching him. A white pigeon landed on the window seal, on it's leg there was a small pouch where he put on a letter he had written during the day. He was fortunate because he always travelled around with paper and ink which he would hide somewhere in his clothes. He was also lucky because when the guards searched him they didn't find it on him. After successfully putting the small piece of paper on the bird, Cheng Yan spoke
Cheng Yan knew that if he made any careless moves then he would be dead so he did as he was told. "Turn around slowly." The other kept on demanding as he tightened his grip on the sword bringing it closer to his neck. Cheng Yan felt some pain on where the sword had cut. He brought up his hand and pressed on the wound to stop the bleeding. Whilst he was doing all that he also turned around not wanting to aggravate the attacker more. If looks could kill he would have died the moment he took in the image of the man standing in front of him. He was very handsome and looked very cool with the way he was handling his sword with a cold air around him. Cheng Yan took in his image as if he was drinking water. Even his Adam's apple was dancing to every saliva he was gorging down. The wound was long forgotten. When the man noticed him being like that, he scowled. He had never met such a shameless person before. After all, everyone feared him except that little girl he met at the inn. When h
"Gege, hurry up or we will be late." Cheng Min called out to Cheng Yan who at the moment was taking so long to get some silver and gold pieces from his room to spend on the road. Cheng Min had planned to travel with him after knowing that he was not staying for long. At first, he had refused, telling her that it would be dangerous, he even tried to instil some terrifying images in her head but to vain. His sweet little sister managed to convince him telling him that it was enough that he was there. Of course, the infatuated brother was very glad to know that she depended on him and trusted him with her life. He carelessly gave his word before realizing what he had done in one of those moments. He walked out of his house still feeling worried. "Will you be okay? There are bandits on the way and we will be spending nights outside." "Yes I know but still you shouldn't go back on your word. You agreed so now let's go." She cut him off before he could say anything on the matter. They go
"My lady! Young master is back." Tian Li informed Cheng Min who was busy having her tea early in the morning. It was like any other day during this time when winter was near. Every day she would wake up early and drink her tea before preparing to head out. It has been several weeks since it's been like this. After her return from the town that day, she thought of lying low before planning to do some small business, but who knew that her favourite person would be back. She looked up, her eyes twinkling like stars. She let go of the tea cup which fell with a thud as it shattered on the floor splashing the remaining tea. She didn't mind the mess instead she excitedly stood up and hurried out not even putting on her shoes. As she ran towards her brother, Cheng Yan who at the time had returned home after being away from it since the last winter. He sat in the pavilion with his other sister, mother and father who were busy chirping, asking him about his journey and so on. He wore simple
... On the camp Yiding mountain where the cold ruled over the huge domain. Some tents were set up in a dome shape except one which was quite bigger than the other tents, and it was slightly on the top ground. All were pure white signalling the enemies or the ordinary people to stay away. A couple of red flags which were made of thin silk, flattered in the freezing air. Showing off the head of an eagle drawn in black at its center. The army had been staying at this mountain for a fortnight, waking and training, doing the same routine over and over again. The soldiers sparred with wooden swords, some enhanced their archery at the training ground. No one sat doing nothing, some of the new recruits were helping out with cleaning and wiping the weapons which were dirtied in previous battle. Some were cooking meals and fetching water at the river which was a few meters away and some also carried the wooden containers in both hands. Of which each carried two buckets per each person.