The people of Dongli Kingdom still think that women should stay at home, take care of their husbands and raise children, and be a lady to everyone.
The original owner Ning Baishuang actually practiced martial arts when she was a child.
But when she pestered Ning Ding'an to ask if she had practiced this move or that move well.
Ning Ding'an would lovingly wipe the dust and sweat off her face, and then say: "Shuang'er, even if you don't know how to wield a knife or a gun, dad still likes you.
Moreover, Dad hopes that you can be a Kyoto socialite who has read the books of sages and is well-educated.
In this way, when you grow up, you can choose many good husbands who are well matched."
The little Ning Baishuang remembered these words.
She thought Ning Ding'an really didn't like girls practicing martial arts.
So she threw away her weapons, picked up books, and learned to be a nun.
Ning Ding'an did what he said. Even if Ning Baishuang did not practice martial arts, he would still love her as before.
But this did not prevent Ning Ding'an from sighing, feeling that there was no one in the Ning family who could reimburse the court, and they could no longer make contributions.
Even Ning Ding'an thinks so, let alone other ordinary people.
Bai Shuang didn't intend to expose her daughter, but she just didn't want to waste time convincing the soldiers.
If we have that time, we might as well kill a few more barbarians.
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Eight days later, Bai Shuang led the army to the frontier.
As soon as they arrived, they rushed into the battlefield and fought the barbarians in darkness.
Bai Shuang held two knives and rushed into the enemy army bravely and quickly. When he raised the knives and dropped them, heads fell down one after another.
This battle resulted in a brief victory for the Dongli army.
The barbarians showed no sign of fighting and decisively retreated to a safe area.
Bai Shuang led the army back to the camp.
The logistics soldiers have already set up tents and cooked steaming, fragrant meals.
They were just waiting for the soldiers to return, eat and rest.
"General, your hot water." The cook smiled warmly and handed over a bowl of water.
Bai Shuang replied with a tired smile.
She was covered in barbarian blood and the smell was very strong. She just wanted to change into a set of clean clothes quickly.
Bai Shuang opened the tent with hot water.
Unexpectedly, I saw an unexpected person inside.
The man wearing a ghost mask was sitting in a wheelchair, looking straight at her with a pair of dark eyes.
His eyes trembled slightly, but there was a hint of joy that he was trying to endure.
Bai Shuang only glanced at Yan Chao, then withdrew his gaze and continued walking inside.
She blew on the hot water, took a few sips, and put the bowl on the table aside.
Then he started taking off his cloak.
When Bai Shuang finished taking off his coat and wanted to take it off again, Yan Chao finally came to his senses.
"Don't..." Yan Chao looked away, his voice slightly hoarse, still carrying the fatigue of the long journey, which was heartbreaking.
"Your Majesty." Bai Shuang continued, "We are all men, what are you afraid of?"
Yan Chao's throat rolled, and the expression behind the ghost face was a little sad, "You hate me?"
Bai Shuang smiled coldly, "The prince is joking.
My status is completely different from that of the prince. How can I hate the prince?
Likewise, with my status, I can't even be the prince's playmate.
I am like a disposable object. When the prince gets tired of it, he can naturally ignore me and ignore me."
What Bai Shuang was talking about was that since the two of them accidentally kissed each other after watching the sideshow that day, Yan Chao had never asked her for news.
Regarding Bai Shuang's words, Yan Chao could only remain silent.
Fortunately, he has a ghost face that can block all his uncontrollable micro-expressions that can reveal his emotions.
Yan Chao kept reminding himself in his heart that he came here just to see if the general who controlled the barbarians was Ning Baishuang.
Just to let her leave.
Yan Chao turned his wheelchair and turned his back to Bai Shuang and said, "I have someone who is very good at disguise. You should replace him. Don't take any more risks here."
The white frost has taken off all the clothes, and the milky white porcelain skin seems to have a radiant luster.
She put some clean clothes on her body and said calmly: "I am the general who controls the barbarians, personally appointed by the emperor. It would be better for you, Your Majesty, to stop talking nonsense."
"Ning Baishuang!"
Yan Chao shouted hurriedly, with a hint of anger in his tone, "This is a battlefield, and your head will be gone at any time. Do you understand?"
Bai Shuang chuckled: "My lord, why don't you turn around and look at the battle clothes I just changed into? It's stained with the blood of barbarians.
I think I know where this place is better than you and I don’t need you to remind me.”
Baishuang refused to eat soft or hard, and the Yan Dynasty was helpless.
He really wanted to let the secret guards come in and kidnap Bai Shuang back to Kyoto!
Suddenly, there was a sound of breathing coming from behind, and a pair of weak, boneless hands pressed on Yan Chao's cold ghost face.
Bai Shuang leaned close to Yan Chao's ear and exhaled like a blue breath, "But if you can take off this ghost mask, let me see your true face.
Then I might consider what you said."
Yan Chao felt happy, "Seriously?"
Bai Shuang said slowly: "Seriously."
Without thinking, Yan Chao grasped the edge of the ghost face with both hands and took it off directly.
This face covered with burn scars was the second time Bai Shuang saw it.
She looked at Yan Chao with calm eyes, without a trace of fluctuating emotions.
Yan Chao felt a little uneasy being stared at by her.
Is it... too ugly?
Bai Shuang stretched out her thin white fingers, and Yan Chao subconsciously wanted to hide.
"Don't move." Bai Shuang whispered.
Yan Chao stiffened and stopped moving.
Bai Shuang's fingertips pressed harder and harder on the scars on Yan Chao's face.
The uneasiness in Yan Chao's heart became more and more intense.
Impossible, she won't find out.
Just when Yan Chao couldn't stand the force and wanted to stop him, Bai Shuang suddenly stopped.
She turned around without saying a word, and when she looked back, she had a sharp dagger in her hand.
Bai Shuang looked indifferent and walked towards Yan Chao with a dagger in his hand, as if he really wanted to kill him.
Yan Chao sat motionless in the wheelchair, watching her approach quietly.
Bai Shuang deliberately scared Yan Chao: "Anyway, your face has become like this, even if I cut it again, it will still be disfigured.
Why don't you let me vent my anger, then I will feel much better."
"Okay." Yan Chao agreed without hesitation.
As long as it could make Ning Baishuang feel at ease, he would be willing to stab him directly, let alone a cut on his face.
This is all he can do.
Bai Shuang raised his hand and stabbed Yan Chao straight in the face with the shining cold tip of the knife.
Yan Chao closed his eyes and had no regrets.
But the pain he imagined did not come.
He only heard a faint sound, and then something was lifted off the surface.
Yan Chao panicked and quickly opened his eyes, only to see Bai Shuang holding a flesh-skin mask in his hand.
Bai Shuang weighed the flesh-skin mask and looked into his eyes with a smile, "I asked you why you don't want me to help you treat this scar.
It turns out that it was a fake from the beginning."