How I Pampered the Tyrant Into Devotion With My Space-Chapter 603: This Commoner Is Willing to Submit

Chapter 603: Chapter 603: This Commoner Is Willing to Submit
Pei Shu’er wasn’t fazed by others’ compliments, but being held like this by Tang Zan, and looked at with such gentle eyes, she still felt a bit shy.
Xinyue chuckled softly from the side.
"Let’s head back, it’s time for the victory feast."
At the feast, Pei Shu’er found she had little appetite for the greasy food.
So Tang Zan ordered some vegetarian dishes for her, which she could finally eat.
Tang Zan said, "If you’re not feeling well, perhaps we should have the doctor take a look."
Pei Shu’er shook her head, and after finishing the meal, she yawned sleepily.
Tang Zan smiled, raised a glass to everyone present.
"Please enjoy, I’ll escort the Princess Consort to rest; she’s been quite exhausted from researching cannons lately."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Once in the room, Pei Shu’er suddenly felt more alert, took out a book, and began reading.
Then Tang Zan pulled her into a space for some exercise.
Eventually, Pei Shu’er fell into a deep sleep on the bed.
When she awoke, it was already late morning; Tang Zan was still there, propping up his chin, watching her silently.
The first thing she saw upon opening her eyes was that magnified handsome face, her cheeks reddening, she checked the outside.
Seeing no one there, she went out.
...
Ye Kai sensed the growing restlessness within the rebel army and knew they couldn’t delay any longer.
He dispatched some elite members.
After taking a certain medicine, the large pimples on their faces vanished.
They then successfully infiltrated the migrants.
As usual, they took the antidote and waited for the sickness to heal; after staying fifteen days, they could enter the city.
They thought the plague medicine wouldn’t help them, only to discover it actually worked after they drank it.
The constant feeling of near-death finally subsided quite a bit.
However, treating this plague still proved somewhat challenging.
It was said that the Princess Consort had adjusted the formula once after, which seemingly helped.
When they were finally cured, they could hardly believe it.
They thought they would carry this plague until they ultimately perished.
Now they realized, there could indeed be a day when it was cured.
At that moment, looking at the medicine bowls, their mood suddenly became complex.
If...they hadn’t joined the rebel army, perhaps their plague would have been cured long ago without any other contagious diseases.
Once in the city, they were placed in the western part.
After the cannon was developed, Linzhou City was engulfed in joy and admiration for Pei Shu’er.
"Wow, that cannon is truly powerful; I remember the Great Shang also had cannons, but I heard their range was only half a mile, and the power wasn’t that great."
"That’s because you don’t understand our Princess Consort."
The one speaking was a soldier without his uniform, smiling with pride and admiration in his eyes.
"Our Princess Consort is extremely capable, having developed many weapons at the Gulan Military Camp. If it weren’t for her, we would have been long dead."
"Whatever the Princess Consort wants to accomplish, she will achieve it."
Then everyone listened with interest to this person speaking.
Even the spies paused, standing beside the soldier, listening with a smile.
This soldier told many things about Pei Shu’er.
First, her kindness, building the Deserted Mountain by herself, defeating the Corpse Puppet Army, earth bombs, and catapults; all these were Pei Shu’er’s doing.
"I heard before that at the Gulan Military Camp, the Princess Consort wanted to make cannons, but somehow didn’t."
Saying this, he clicked his tongue, thinking if the cannon had been made then, they might have defeated the Dazi early on.
The spies felt peculiar.
They found the more they heard about Pei Shu’er, the more complex their feelings became.
She was their target, knowing that if they killed Pei Shu’er and destroyed those cannons,
this war wouldn’t be so hard fought.
But... they actually hoped for the war to end.
Having fought for too long, they didn’t want to fight anymore.
Besides, Pei Shu’er was a good person, having cured their plague importantly.
Maybe she could save their families’ plague too?
Ye Kai, being suspicious, held their families with the rebel army, forcing them to obey.
From that day, the additional spies in the city began actively inquiring for information.
They thought they were being cautious, not knowing that Tang Zan and Pei Shu’er had long noticed their busy figures.
Pei Shu’er stood on the city wall, overlooking the spies.
"What do you think, why did Ye Kai send these people here?"
Tang Zan’s eyes chilled: "It’s nothing more than coming for you and the cannon."
Seeing Pei Shu’er silent, Tang Zan said, "Don’t worry; I’ll protect you."
Pei Shu’er smiled: "That’s not what I’m concerned about."
She said nothing else after that.
At night, while sleeping, a shout suddenly sounded from outside calling for the capture of thieves.
Going out, it was indeed those few people wandering outside before.
Pei Shu’er approached them, looking down from above.
"Speak, do you confess on your own, or do I use my way to make you confess?"
These people dared not let Pei Shu’er interrogate them.
Anyone she interrogated spoke the truth but afterward stayed weak and fatigued for a long time.
By then, they might end up saying more than they wish to.
Rather than that, they might as well be honest.
A man took the lead to speak.
"We were sent by Emperor Ye Kai, to blow up the cannon camp."
Pei Shu’er’s expression was unsurprised: "Anything else?"
The few were first stunned, then gritted their teeth heavily, as if making a big decision.
"Also, Princess Consort, Prince, can we join you? We truly don’t want to return to the rebel army; we hope you can help save our relatives."
Upon hearing this, even someone as composed as Tang Zan raised an eyebrow.
The other generals also felt uneasy but remained silent.
Pei Shu’er said, "It’s possible, but how will you make us trust you?"
One of the men, Lin Xue, pulled out a dagger, with Tang Zan instinctively shielding Pei Shu’er behind him.
The other soldiers drew their sabers, calling out loudly to the men.
"Drop your weapon, or don’t blame us for being unforgiving."
Lin Xue said, "Rest assured, everyone, I am here to show my determination, not to harm you."
Then Lin Xue pressed his hand against the ground, using the dagger to sever his pinky finger.
Lin Xue merely gritted his teeth against the pain, his eyes reddened, and veins bulged on his forehead.
The others exchanged glances, then also severed their pinky fingers.
Subsequently, they knelt in unison.
"We commoners are willing to serve the Princess Consort, War King."
The other generals were stunned; having someone else cut is one thing.
Cutting yourself really hurts.
These people were truly ruthless.