Chapter 557
Chapter 557 Who Is Your Fairy Sister?
A silver needle? Lin Wanrong felt his hand against his rear, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the icy object. A chill emanated from the needle, passing through his palm and into his body. In the dimming twilight, the needle glinted with a cold light.
How he had missed this silver needle! Though its tip was cold, it warmed his heart. Elated, Lin Wanrong leaped up and glanced around, shouting with unrestrained joy, "Fairy Ning, Fairy Sister, where are you?"
All around him was silence, broken only by the ragged breaths of the soldiers. Everyone stared at him, puzzled. Why was he so overjoyed after being pricked by a needle? And what was all this talk of a 'fairy sister'? Had General Lin lost his mind?
Ignoring the bewildered gazes of his troops, Lin Wanrong could not contain himself. The thought that Ning Yuxi might be accompanying him overwhelmed him with joy and emotion. Waving his hands frantically, he hollered, "I knew you were here, ever since I left Xingqing. Fairy Sister, I've missed you so much. Come out and see me, please!"
He paced incessantly around the tent, seeking Ning Yuxi's figure, his demeanor both sincere and frenzied. The soldiers watched their commander, awestruck yet puzzled. The general's candid expression of yearning for his 'Fairy Sister' was indeed extraordinary.
After searching every tent, even combing through the packs of warhorses, Lin Wanrong still found no trace of Ning Yuxi. Clutching the cold silver needle, he couldn't help but feel puzzled. What did this all mean? While it was understandable that she didn't appear back in Xingqing, they were now in the vast grasslands, away from prying eyes. Why hadn’t she shown herself? If she didn't want to see him, why shoot him with a needle? Wasn't this just taunting him?
His questions remained unanswered, festering in his stomach. After aimlessly wandering the camp without finding Ning Yuxi, his disappointment was palpable. He listlessly nibbled on some dry rations before dejectedly returning to his tent.
As soon as he entered the felted tent, he spotted a figure on the ground, bound from head to toe like a tightly-wrapped dumpling. A piece of cloth was stuffed in her mouth, rendering her mute despite her desperate struggles. Her heaving chest alone revealed that she was a woman.