Chapter 2: First Encounter with the Young Commander

Chapter 2: First Encounter with the Young Commander

The officer who entered was visibly impatient, his legs standing straighter and longer than others, almost razor-sharp.

His adjutant first unlocked the cell opposite to the male prisoner.

"Young Commander, I'm innocent, not a spy," pleaded the male convict.

A gunshot echoed, its residue lingering in the cell for what seemed like an eternity.

Yan Xin slowly lifted her lowered head, her pupils dilating slightly.

Unaware of the pain, her fingers dug into her flesh.

"Who will speak first?" The officer's voice was cold and low. "I have a splitting headache today and can't tolerate noise. Nor do I wish to hear any nonsense. Whoever speaks up first gets to live."

There were originally four male prisoners; one was killed, leaving the remaining three trembling with fear.

No one dared to speak.

The officer pointed at someone, "You speak."

"Commander, I-I run a goldsmith's shop across the street. You can ask around about me, everyone in the neighborhood knows me. I'm not a spy, I'm not..."

Before he could finish his sentence, another gunshot echoed.

The woman beside Yan Xin cowered into a corner, trembling violently.

Yan Xin also involuntarily shifted backward.

Was her rebirth a joke?

Would her death come eighteen years earlier?

Would the grievances and suffering of her life still not be relieved by her rebirth?

"The way it looks, none of you want to talk. That's fine, take a few days to calm down." The officer stepped out of the male prison cell.

He instructed his aide to unlock the door to the women's prison cell.

The forty-year-old woman wished she could transform into a mouse and escape through a hole in the ground, gritting her teeth to stifle any sobs.

There was nowhere for Yan Xin to hide.

The officer loomed over her as she sat on the ground, leaning down to grasp her chin and force her face upward.

"You first," he demanded coldly, fixing his gaze on Yan Xin. "Where do your accomplices convene?"

Saying "I am not a spy" would mean death.

This officer showed no qualms about senseless killing; he needed to use extreme measures to intimidate.

Of the six captives, one or two were bound to be spies.

He intended to make it clear to them that within these walls, there was no escape but confession or death.

And the innocent would serve as collateral, sacrificial chickens to scare the rest.

Yan Xin appeared innocently unassuming.

Her heart shrunk in anxiety, yet her gaze remained composed. "Your Excellency, you've been suffering from headaches for over two months. I can alleviate them. If I can bring you momentary relief, would you allow me to explain my method at a gentle pace?"

The officer's expression tightened.

With utmost care, Yan Xin raised her right hand.

Her hand was slender and delicate, like a tender spring onion, with short, translucent nails that shimmered with a subtle luster.

It was an exceptionally beautiful hand.

A soft, boneless hand.

The officer hesitated slightly.

Yan Xin's hand reached out towards his navel and gently pressed down.

Perhaps he found her harmless, or perhaps he was very confident in himself, he didn't stop her, allowing Yan Xin's hand to touch the most vulnerable spot of his soft abdomen.

Yan Xin applied a bit more pressure, tracing a line from the center of his navel straight down, repeating this motion five times.

The officer's expression subtly shifted.

His unbearable headache suddenly lessened. The sensation of needles piercing his scalp vanished in an instant.

Astonishment flickered across his cold demeanor.

"I am Yan Xin, the sixth daughter of the Yan Clan's Hundred Herbs Hall. Sir, I can alleviate your pain. Our Yan family has never simply treated symptoms; we address the root cause. Please grant me time to heal your headache. And I beg of you, show mercy and allow me the chance to prove my innocence," Yan Xin looked into his eyes.

The officer's gaze darkened.

He stared intently at her.

Yan Xin expected him to either refuse or agree. To her surprise, he abruptly pulled her up and embraced her, sealing his lips upon hers.

The man's breath, crisp yet scorching, enveloped Yan Xin in an overwhelming embrace.