Chapter 586
Chapter 586 Who's Fooling Whom?
Given that Yujia's scheme had almost succeeded, jeopardizing everything, Lin Wanrong couldn't afford to take her custody lightly. He confiscated her golden bladed and bound her tightly, both inside and out, until she lay limp and powerless on the grass. Only then did he finally feel at ease.
Returning to his makeshift command post, he lay down on a disordered pile of straw. With only ninety miles separating him from Kyzil and the astute Right Prince of the Turkic forces encamped just six miles away beside Uvs Lake, sleep eluded him.
Months had passed since he left the capital for Kyzil. How were Qiaoqiao and Eldest Miss doing back home? Had Xian'er had any disagreements with Qingxuan? Had Ning'er quarreled with Eldest Miss? Had the talented Luo Ning drawn any more passionate art pieces just for his eyes? Did these beauties think of him, their husband, often?
By his estimation, Qingxuan's belly should be prominently bulging by now. Was the child a boy or a girl? Did he know that his father was out fighting wars?
He couldn't help but be overwhelmed by a wave of deep longing, as relentless as the tides of Uvs Lake. Faces of his loved ones flashed through his mind—sometimes aloof, sometimes coy, sometimes sultry—each evoking a bittersweet mix of emotions. He wished he could grow wings and fly straight back to the capital to pour out his heart to his wives. Overcome with deep emotion, tears began to well up in his eyes.
Sleep was impossible. Frustrated, Lin Wanrong rose from the straw pile, scooping up a handful of cold water to splash on his face. The icy sensation reached deep into his soul as he let out a long sigh. He felt as if something soft was nestling against his heart, tickling him.
He dug around in his robe and pulled out a straw doll. Looking at it, he couldn't help but laugh. The doll, crafted by Yueya'er, was quite intriguing. It even wore the attire of a nomad, as if she really wanted him to become her consort. But at least she had the skill to make him look handsome.
Just as he was admiring the straw doll, a soft chuckle resonated beside him. The voice of Fairy Ning floated over, "Who made this straw doll? It looks a lot like you—just like a little thief."