In the deep of night,
Qin Yi soaked in the bath, trying to wash away the blood of battle, while his mind drifted somewhere far away.
This was the Prince's residence of Mang Zhan. After the royal palace was reduced to ruins, it became the best courtyard in the entire Western Wilderness, naturally used as a temporary base by Li Qingjun and Qin Yi.
Before, the inner ladies of Mang Zhan had knelt anxiously outside, waiting for their fate. Li Qingjun stood by, looking quite indifferent, almost as if waiting for Qin Yi to make his choice.
Qin Yi understood this was a common reality of war. If Mang Zhan had defeated Nan Li, the ladies of Nan Li, including Li Qingjun herself, would not know what terrible fate awaited them. Li Qingjun's willingness to let him choose was not without intention of revenge.
Yet, in the end, he did nothing and waved for these ladies to leave. As for their future fates, he saw no need to comment; under Li Qingjun, it wouldn't be too bad, he thought.
It was best to manage his own principles and ignore everything else. Moreover, he found little interest in these Western Wilderness women; after seeing peerless beauties like Li Qingjun and Ming He, the average woman seemed rather unappealing.