Read Novel Full Chapter 1693 - 1686: She is ‘Chu’ Miss
Chapter 1693 -1686: She is ‘Chu’ Miss
“But he mainly targeted Lin Yu’s face, neck, and arms, tearing her clothes to distract her, and then exploited the flaws in her techniques to land a single decisive strike.”
If Lin Yu focused on her opponent, defeating him wouldn’t be difficult.
Unfortunately, she was distracted.
“Well, that’s only human, isn’t it? Didn’t you just say that there’s no woman who doesn’t care about her appearance? Even you care!” Saint Ruan quipped insensitively, utterly unaware he was rubbing salt into Lin Sisi’s wound.
Lin Sisi, however, didn’t crumble into sorrow. Instead, the corner of her lips tugged upward as she replied, “When Jinling is around, I don’t care!
During the campaigns against Qi State and Liangzhou, Jinling was always by my side. My face has been scarred, my body damaged, but he has never despised me once.
I’m not afraid of people calling me ugly, scorning my scars, or saying a woman like me doesn’t cherish herself. Jinling cherishes me the most.”
She survived up to this point entirely because of Jinling’s care and love.
Her face had been destroyed so many times, and with each hit to her confidence, Chu Jinling helped her find it again.
“Do you still remember? That time my face was poisoned by you—Jinling cut his own face to accompany me through it, giving me the courage to endure.” Lin Sisi reached out, gently caressing her face.
She wasn’t bothered by how she looked, regardless if she was exceptionally ugly or grotesque.
She understood that as long as she lived, even if she were as ghastly as a ghost with scars covering her face, Daddy would love her, and Jinling would remain devoted to her.
Those who loved her gave her unyielding courage.
But now…
She felt melancholic, saying, “I don’t know how long I’ll live, nor do I dare appear recklessly. I just… I really want to see the Women’s Martial Contest that Daddy and Ye Hongru are hosting.”
For women across the land to have a path forward—to claim freedom and equal opportunities.
That was her dream!
The day she became a female general, countless women looked to her as a role model.
She understood the weight of these girls’ dreams.
She wanted to help Lin Yu and all these women fulfill their aspirations.
“That’s simple enough. Just cover your face with a veil and wear a straw hat. I’ll make you a medicine to alter your voice. As long as you don’t take action, your Daddy and Ye Hongru won’t recognize you,” Saint Ruan assured her confidently, but then his tone shifted, “But Chu Jinling is different. That man loves you to the point of madness—he knows your every gesture, your presence. Even if you became a ghost and stood before him, he’d still sweep you up into his arms!”
Lin Sisi wanted to hide her involvement from Chu Jinling and take part in the Women’s Martial Contest, but she feared it wouldn’t be easy.
“I… want to try,” she pleaded with Saint Ruan, asking him to prepare a medicine to make her voice sound a bit nicer.
Her current voice still contained traces of its former charm, but it had become somewhat grating.
Saint Ruan mischievously brewed a potion that was gentle to the body yet capable of altering the voice.
Naively, Lin Sisi drank it down, and the next morning, she discovered her new voice…
“Saint Ruan!”
Lin Sisi bellowed.
“Ah~~~” Saint Ruan twirled his fan, smiling radiantly like a spring breeze.
Lin Sisi’s new voice was unbelievably melodious—delicate and sweet, like the song of a warbler, inspiring an overwhelming urge to protect her.
His concoction was wildly effective!
He vowed to study it further!
Lin Sisi gritted her teeth. Damn that Saint Ruan, he’d given her such a syrupy soft voice that everything she said sounded like a coquettish plea from a seventeen-year-old girl, enough to make anyone’s knees weak.
Even her own voice was intoxicating to herself.
Heavens above!
In her twenty-plus years, Lin Sisi had never been so ‘feminine’!
At first, she couldn’t get used to it, but Saint Ruan kept flirting and teasing her along the way, forcing her to talk more. By the time she stepped into public, she had grown accustomed to it.
Saint Ruan took her to meet Ye Hongru, spinning an elaborate tale about how Lin Sisi used to be a heroic wanderer of the jianghu he had saved long ago. He claimed she was scarred and maimed by enemies and that, while her martial arts were now gone, she was still highly knowledgeable and could help train the women participating in the contest.
Ye Hongru, who greatly respected Saint Ruan, believed him without question.
He led Lin Sisi to meet the ten women who had been selected as the contest’s top contenders over the past three years.
Lin Sisi and Ye Hongru observed the candidates—ten women with exceptional physiques, natural talents for martial arts, and balanced abilities in both combat and scholarship, as well as a rudimentary understanding of military strategy.
Lin Sisi posed some questions and observed their duels.
Seven were somewhat weaker, but the top three were genuinely impressive women who turned heads.
Lin Sisi scrutinized the top two—daughters of military families who carried an innate air of nobility and pride. Their martial arts and understanding of strategy were undeniably top-notch.
And then there was Lin Yu.
Standing beside the top two, her petite stature and reserved demeanor were stark contrasts.
But Lin Sisi was certain Lin Yu was the most devoted and naturally gifted among all of them.
Lin Sisi decided to keep Lin Yu for individual guidance, intending to help her analyze the reasons for her loss against the men.
The other two women were slightly displeased. As they left, they muttered about Lin Sisi, “Who is this woman to single out Lin Yu?
Does she even know who we are?”
“Exactly! Why does she get to mentor that woman? I don’t think she’s capable of much. Let’s ignore her. When the final contest at the Golden Pavilion arrives, it’ll be one of us who claims the title. Lin Yu doesn’t stand a chance!”
The arena fell silent, leaving only Lin Sisi and Lin Yu.
For some reason, Lin Yu found Lin Sisi oddly familiar.
She humbly cupped her hands and said, “Lin Yu greets Senior. Thank you for your willingness to guide a junior like me.”
“Don’t be so formal. I’ve arranged for someone for you to spar against first,” Lin Sisi responded briskly. She had asked Ye Hongru for two soldiers—one an infantryman, the other a captain—with vastly differing martial abilities.
Lin Yu began by sparring with the infantryman. A novice recruit with barely any training, he was swiftly defeated by Lin Yu, who dispatched him without breaking a sweat.
After her victory, Lin Yu beamed brightly, bouncing on stage with a wave, “Miss Chu, I won!”
Lin Sisi, veiled and wearing her straw hat, raised her hand to show acknowledgment.
Next, the captain stepped forward to compete against Lin Yu. This time, Lin Yu quickly found herself overwhelmed, losing ground with every move. After more than ten exchanges, she managed to regain some of her advantage.
But during her period of fatigue, the captain kept targeting her weaknesses and, noticing her particular concern for her face, focused solely on attacking it.
Defending her appearance, Lin Yu faltered and was driven off the competition stage, landing heavily on the ground.
“Ugh!”
She coughed up bile, feeling utterly dazed.
Lin Sisi stepped forward to help her up, her voice soft and tender, “It’s alright. Get up.”
“Huh?”
Lin Yu assumed someone speaking so gently would offer a few words of comfort.