MLMD -Chapter 233 Mission Accomplished

Looking at Yue Yang’s expression and listening to the tone of his voice, Namuzhong knew she had no choice. The Ming could survive without the Chahar tribe, but the Chahar could not survive without the Ming. Once the Ming army left, even if the tribe wasn’t wiped out by the Later Jin, it would be swallowed up by the surrounding Mongol tribes that had long been eyeing it. On the steppe, the law of the jungle applied—only the strong survive. Namuzhong, who had grown up on the steppe, understood this better than anyone. What she worried about most, however, was how to ensure that the Ming army would not harbor any ill intentions toward the Chahar.

Namuzhong glanced at the young Ming general before her. In the dim glow of the oil lamp, he sat across from her. His skin was pale—a contrast to the typical Mongol man—and his youthful, slightly refined features exuded an inexplicable aura of heroism.

“This man is strong, and he wields power. He can protect the Chahar tribe,” a thought emerged in Namuzhong’s mind.

“Then I will make a sacrifice for the tribe,” she decided.

With that thought, Namuzhong rose gracefully, her long, shapely legs carrying her to Yue Yang’s side. As she sat beside him, a rich, intoxicating fragrance—distinctly that of a mature woman—wafted into his senses.

Caught off guard, Yue Yang froze. What was this—some sort of seduction?

Yue Yang was stunned, but Namuzhong, the one taking the risk, was even more nervous, her heart pounding violently.

Feeling as if a little deer were leaping in her chest, Namuzhong stole a glance at Yue Yang. Seeing the surprise on his face, she cursed inwardly at this feigning gentleman. I’m being this obvious, and you still act proper? What more do you want me to do?

“Great Madam, you… you are—” Yue Yang stammered.

“Stop pretending!” Namuzhong’s patience snapped; she wished she could sink her teeth into him. She had made her intentions clear, yet he still feigned propriety.

But Namuzhong, a woman fully aware of her own maturity and experience, knew when it was time to throw caution aside. Her cheeks flushed almost to the point of bleeding as she spoke with a feigned sorrow:

“General Yue Yang, you know the situation of the Chahar tribe. We live under the constant threat of annihilation. I am grateful that you have not abandoned us and have agreed to station troops to help us through these troubled times. The Chahar are a poor tribe; we have nothing of value to repay you. After much thought, I realize that the only thing I can offer is… myself. I hope you will not disdain me…”

With that, Namuzhong rose gracefully and, with delicate hands, tugged at her collar and waist. Her gauzy dress slipped like a waterfall to the floor, revealing a body pure and flawless, crystalline as jade, before Yue Yang’s eyes.

Yue Yang had to admit, he was utterly dumbfounded. Every thought seemed to stop; his mind froze, and all he could see was this beautiful woman.

He was not unexperienced—already married with three wives, Yue Yang was familiar with matters of men and women—but even so, the sight before him seized his gaze completely.

Namuzhong had grown up as the daughter of a tribal chief. Unlike ordinary Mongol girls, she had not had to tend horses or herd sheep. Combined with her natural beauty, her appearance was not only refined, but her skin exceptionally pale, glowing like porcelain under the dim light. Her full, firm bosom, slender waist, and long, snow-white legs formed an irresistibly alluring figure.

In such a situation, only a man of legendary virtue or a eunuch from the palace could have refused her. Unfortunately, Yue Yang was neither. He succumbed.

Under the combined temptation and the stimulation of alcohol, Yue Yang stood, his eyes locked on Namuzhong, radiating a beast-like intensity. To Namuzhong, this light in his eyes was not unfamiliar; she had seen it in some men in the tribe after Lindan Khan’s death last year. Though they hid it well, it never escaped her instinctive awareness as a woman.

Yet strangely, unlike the lecherous stares of others that often made her feel disgust, she felt none of that with this young Ming general.

“Am I… truly a bad woman?” Namuzhong felt a flicker of fear.

Amid these emotions, she felt strong arms lift her, carrying her toward the small bed inside the tent.

Thud…

A muffled sound as she was gently laid on the bed. Soon, the young, strong body was upon her, and the small tent was filled with the sounds of soft moans and gasps, gradually forming an intimate symphony…

…

Time passed. Morning came. Yue Yang slowly opened his eyes, immediately noticing a weight pressing against him. He reached out, feeling soft, delicate skin and inhaling a subtly intoxicating fragrance.

Memories of last night rushed back. So I really… took down this woman seven or eight years my senior?

The recollection of the previous night’s passion made a small flame of desire flare in his chest. He glanced down at Namuzhong lying in his arms, and certain parts of him stirred again.

The bed was small, forcing them to embrace closely. Her soft bosom pressed against his chest. The early sunlight filtered through the tiny window, casting a gentle white glow that diffused into the tent, suffusing everything with a hazy golden light.

Her long hair was gathered over one shoulder, like a goddess in a painting, soft strands partially covering her flawless curves. The other side exposed a delicate collarbone, a rounded shoulder, and the subtle swell of her bosom. Her smooth abdomen gleamed softly, porcelain-like, inviting admiration.

Though a thin blanket covered her, it could not hide her curves. Her full hips and rounded thighs formed a perfect arc, radiating the charm and sensuality of a mature woman. Her allure filled the space with an intoxicating warmth.

Yue Yang looked at her greedily. After a while, he noticed her face gradually flushing, spreading like a red cloth across her skin.

Finally, she could not help but open her beautiful eyes, glance at him quickly, then shyly close them again, curling her supple body against his.

Yue Yang chuckled and patted her ample hip gently. “Alright, it’s morning. Time to get up.”

“Mm…” Namuzhong’s slightly husky voice came from his embrace.

Two quarters later, Yue Yang was dressed and washed, attended by Namuzhong. Having reached this stage, their relationship had naturally changed from yesterday.

Namuzhong served him tenderly, like a newlywed wife.

Once Yue Yang was ready, Namuzhong bit her red lips nervously. “General Yue Yang… will what you said last night really be true?”

Yue Yang leaned down, kissed her delicate cheek, and replied with certainty, “Of course. My words are always kept. We will take full responsibility for the safety of the Chahar tribe. From now on, I will also send trade caravans to maintain commerce with you, sharing goods and resources. I believe this will make life in your tribe much better. Isn’t that good?”

“Then… I will follow you,” Namuzhong said softly, nodding.

It is often said that once a woman gives her body to a man, her mind and heart gradually come under his influence. Namuzhong was no exception. Having entrusted herself to him, she would let him take the lead.

Seeing her obedient demeanor, Yue Yang nodded silently. Controlling trade and resources with the Chahar aligned with Ming interests. From his knowledge of the future, he knew that once the tribe’s food, goods, and economy were under control, the Chahar would not remain independent for long.