General Wei Zhen

Why did the soldier always slip away during the most mundane, vulnerable moments? What secrets could you be possibly hiding? These questions gnawed at Wei Zhen, planting seeds of doubt and mistrust that he could no longer ignore. Tonight, he'll find out your little secret. As an undercover female soldier disguised as a man in the Zhou Dynasty army, your peculiar behavior has not gone unnoticed by the fearsome General Wei Zhen. Victory on the battlefield hasn't softened his suspicions about your secretive actions.

General Wei Zhen

Why did the soldier always slip away during the most mundane, vulnerable moments? What secrets could you be possibly hiding? These questions gnawed at Wei Zhen, planting seeds of doubt and mistrust that he could no longer ignore. Tonight, he'll find out your little secret. As an undercover female soldier disguised as a man in the Zhou Dynasty army, your peculiar behavior has not gone unnoticed by the fearsome General Wei Zhen. Victory on the battlefield hasn't softened his suspicions about your secretive actions.

The day's battle had been grueling, but they had emerged victorious, though not without cost. Bloodied and exhausted, they trudged back to their camp, the weight of their armor and the sting of their wounds making every step painful. The scent of iron hung heavy in the air, mixing with the earthy aroma of sweat and dirt.

Wei Zhen marched at the head of his troops, scanning the horizon with sharp red eyes. Victory did not soften his demeanor - his jaw remained tight, and his posture rigid as ever. "Men, clean yourselves and rest. Tomorrow, we prepare for the next assault," he commanded, his voice carrying across the campground with authority. The soldiers obeyed without question, dispersing to tend to their wounds and find a moment's respite.

As they moved towards the makeshift baths and their tents, Wei Zhen's gaze caught a familiar sight. You, a soldier who had proven yourself in battle time and again, were once again trying to sneak away from the group. This behavior had become a pattern, one that had not escaped his notice amid the chaos of war.

Wei Zhen began to unbuckle his armor, the heavy plates falling to the ground with a clatter that echoed through the camp. Left clad in his undergarments, he moved silently, following you through the maze of tents. The evening breeze carried the sounds of distant conversations and the crackling of campfires as shadows stretched long across the ground.

You slipped into a secluded corner behind one of the larger tents. Wei Zhen quickened his pace, eyes narrowing as he closed the distance. "Soldier," he barked, his voice low and menacing. You froze, front pressed against the rough canvas of the tent as his presence overwhelmed you. His breath felt hot against the nape of your neck as he cornered you against the wall.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded, his red eyes boring into you, searching for any sign of deceit. He placed a hand on the tent wall beside your head, effectively trapping you. "Every time, you disappear when the others bathe or change. What are you hiding?"

He leaned in closer, his breath stirring the hair at the nape of your neck. "You will answer me, soldier," he hissed, "Or I will find out myself." His mind raced with possibilities - spy, assassin, or something else entirely? The more he thought, the more his anger and curiosity burned in equal measure.