Keyboard Immortal - Chapter 2933

Chapter 1446 As Expected

Zu An was taken aback; the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

At that moment, the female general tore off her veil, revealing a slightly youthful yet beautiful face.

“Qinghe!” Zu An was both surprised and delighted, never expecting to encounter her here. She had disappeared for a long time after the temple descended upon the cultivation world.

Murong Qinghe was equally excited, leaping from her horse and charging towards him.

However, just before reaching him, she suddenly realized that thousands of people were watching, and she abruptly stopped, her face flushed: “Brother-in

-law, what are you doing here?” “It’s a long story. What’s your situation now?” Zu An looked curiously at the surrounding Wuhuan cavalry.

“I’m now the little princess of Wuhuan. Do you know Wuhuan? They’re a powerful grassland tribe surrounding the empire…” Murong Qinghe quickly explained.

Zu An naturally knew about Wuhuan and immediately introduced himself to her in this world.

Murong Qinghe’s eyes lit up: “So, the Liu Bei who defeated the Yellow Turban Army in Ji County was you! No wonder you’re my brother-in-law.”

“Are you here to arrest me?” Zu An’s expression was strange.

Murong Qinghe nodded: “I received a report that someone had killed dozens of my people, so I came to seek revenge, but I didn’t expect it to be you.”

Compared to her previous naivety, her current demeanor exuded the authority of a superior.

Zu An then recounted what had happened.

“It’s alright, we’re used to being killed when we’re outmatched in fighting for people on the grasslands.” Murong Qinghe had actually noticed the stunningly beautiful Tingxue standing beside her long ago.

She thought back to the cultivation world, when all sorts of gossip about her and her brother-in-law were circulating, and she had even tried to persuade You Zhao to stay together, but she never expected them to actually get together. She

wondered how Sister Chu and she would get along in the future…

She quickly banished these chaotic thoughts from her mind, first running off to chat with the Wuhuan cavalry for a while before returning to Zu An’s side: “Don’t worry, this matter has been resolved.”

Zu An was somewhat surprised: “You seem to have a high reputation among the Wuhuan?”

Throughout the entire exchange, she hadn’t seen any signs of doubt from the Wuhuan cavalry.

“Of course, firstly, I’m the Great Khan’s daughter, and secondly,” Murong Qinghe smiled and waved her fist, “I can fight!”

Zu An chuckled. He noticed that everyone had grown rapidly during their long separation, both in strength and mindset.

Seeing that it was getting late, Murong Qinghe invited them to their encampment. Zu An, who had many questions to ask, readily agreed. Although Tingxue found the girl’s gaze somewhat strange, she wouldn’t refuse Zu An’s invitation.

The two arrived at a nearby Wuhuan camp. Looking at the endless rows of tents, Zu An was somewhat shocked: “You seem to have brought quite a few people.”

“A total of three thousand,” Murong Qinghe proudly puffed out her chest.

“What are you doing here?” Zu An noticed that they didn’t seem to be there to raid for supplies.

“Zhang Chun, the governor of Zhongshan, invited us to sweep away the Yellow Turban rebels in the surrounding area,” Murong Qinghe explained.

“Zhang Chun…” Zu An had roughly guessed, “Has his relationship with the Wuhuan become this good?”

“He trades with our tribe quite frequently and often gives us gifts. Many people in the tribe like him, so when he invited us with a large sum of money, we naturally came.” Murong Qinghe suddenly asked in confusion, “By the way, shouldn’t you be in Ji County? Why are you here?”

Zu An smiled bitterly, “Actually, we just came from Zhang Chun’s place…”

He then briefly recounted what had happened in the past few days.

Murong Qinghe couldn’t help but feel a little angry, “That Zhang fellow is really despicable. Not only does he not want to help, but he also has evil intentions towards Abbot Yan!”

Zu An explained with a strange expression, “Actually, she is not Abbot Yan now, but Tingxue…”

He then briefly explained Tingxue’s identity.

Now it was Murong Qinghe’s turn to be surprised. He circled Tingxue, unable to resist exclaiming, “Her appearance, figure, even her temperament are exactly the same!”

Tingxue couldn’t help but chime in, “So many people have said the same thing. I’m starting to doubt if I really am the Miss Yan you’re talking about.”

“Of course you are. Sister Chu had a similar experience before; she lost all her memories, but eventually recovered,” Murong Qinghe comforted her.

“I hope so,” Tingxue said, a sense of loss washing over her, as if something was missing from her heart.

Then Murong Qinghe said to Zu An, “Brother-in-law, don’t worry. If Zhang Chun won’t help you, I will. I’ll take my men to Ji County first.”

Zu An was both happy and worried: “Aren’t you afraid Zhang Chun will have some complaints? Won’t it make things difficult for you in the tribe?”

“If he has complaints, we’ll just have to accept it. It’s not like I’m not going to Zhongshan County, I’ll just go later. As for the Wuhuan, you don’t need to worry about me. I’ve made a name for myself in the tribe these past few days,” Murong Qinghe said with some pride, then added, “Of course, I can’t lead the Wuhuan to fight the Yellow Turban army head-on. I can only harass them from the flanks and attack their supply lines at the same time, otherwise they’ll mutini.”

Zu An was overjoyed: “That’s already very good, thank you Qinghe!”

“We’re all family…” Murong Qinghe was only halfway through his sentence when he suddenly remembered something, and his face instantly turned bright red.

Zu An thought of that night, and his heart also fluttered.

Tingxue, standing to the side, looked left and right, a hint of doubt appearing between her brows.

Murong Qinghe felt a little embarrassed and quickly led the two to the campfire party.

Singing and dancing were common forms of entertainment for the people of the grasslands, and many were captivated by Tingxue’s beauty, eagerly asking her to dance, only to be coldly refused.

Murong Qinghe laughed and scolded, “She’s already taken, don’t bother her.”

Seeing Zu’an standing nearby, everyone sighed with regret.

Tingxue’s cheeks flushed slightly, but she was ultimately unaccustomed to such a lively scene and found an opportunity to return to her tent to rest.

The atmosphere was so enthusiastic that Murong Qinghe simply pulled Zu’an to dance as well, teaching him the Wuhuan dance.

The Wuhuan dance was passionate and unrestrained; the two, handsome and beautiful, dancing together created a beautiful scene, drawing cheers from the crowd.

Physical contact was inevitable during the dance, and given their past i*imate relationship, their interaction was more natural than that of ordinary friends.

The surrounding temperature seemed to gradually rise as well.

Murong Qinghe gradually grew bolder. She leaned close to Zu An and quietly asked the question that had been lingering in her mind for a long time: “Is your relationship with Abbot Yan real?”

Zu An didn’t hide anything: “It was all a coincidence…”

“Does Sister Chu know about this?”

“I know, she sent me to pursue Master Yan.”

Murong Qinghe’s mouth dropped open, and she looked at him with astonishment. To think that such a cold and aloof master and disciple could be so harmonious: “As expected of you.”

Zu An wrapped his arm around her waist: “Little Qinghe, are you teasing me too?”

Their lower abdomens pressed tightly together, and that familiar physical contact made a hint of panic appear in Murong Qinghe’s eyes: “Brother-in-law~”