To the First Emperor of Qin: The state has decreed this!

Chapter 462 I won't say anything

Luan Diyun gritted his teeth and closed his eyes: "You Qin soldiers won't use me! I'm just a prisoner; even if you beat me to death, I won't say a word!"

Seeing that Luan Diyun wouldn't budge, Zhang Fan didn't get angry; instead, he sighed.

"There's an old saying: 'Those who inhale the smoke are heroes!' You're refusing a polite toast only to face a forfeit, aren't you?"

Zhang Fan cracked his knuckles. "I was going to be polite to you, but since you insist on pushing me to the end, don't blame me for being impolite."

"Hehehehe!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Fan reached out, grabbed Luan Diyun's shoulder, and pulled her over.

"Ah! What are you doing! Let go of me!"

Luan Di Yun cried out in surprise.

Because her hands were tied behind her back with hemp rope and her legs were also bound, she had no room to resist. Zhang Fan pressed her down on his thighs, face down.

Before Luan Diyun could react...

Zhang Fan raised his palm and slapped it down!

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap echoed in the carriage.

That slap was quite forceful.

"what!"

Luan Diyun trembled all over, feeling a sharp pain coming from behind.

"Will you talk or not?" Zhang Fan asked coldly.

"I won't talk! Go ahead and kill me if you dare!" Luan Diyun twisted her body and cursed.

"She's quite stubborn."

Zhang Fan sneered, raised his hand and slapped several more times.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sound of striking echoed inside the carriage.

This time, Luan Diyun was dumbfounded.

She was the apple of the Chanyu's eye and the commander of tens of thousands of elite troops. From childhood to adulthood, everyone treated her with utmost respect.

Even if she were defeated and captured, she was prepared to be severely tortured.

But she never expected that the Qin people would use such a violent method to deal with her!

The physical pain was bearable, but the humiliation broke down her psychological defenses.

"Waaah... Stop hitting me..."

Luan Diyun's voice changed tone.

She, who had just been cursing loudly, was now weak and tears were streaming down her face onto the carpet.

She was so upset she cried!

"Waaaah... Just kill me, don't humiliate me like this..." Luan Diyun lay on Zhang Fan's lap, crying out in despair and grievance.

Zhang Fan's hand hovered in mid-air, stunned.

He stared speechlessly at the weeping Luan Di Yun, his lips twitching.

"No way? You're crying already?"

Zhang Fan muttered, "You were yelling so loudly just now, I thought you were tough! You're so easily beaten, a few slaps and you're back to your senses?"

In fact, Zhang Fan didn't know that that was Luan Di Yun's sensitive spot.

With her bound and powerless, the sense of helplessness and shame was enough to break her.

Luan Diyun felt utterly ashamed and buried her face in the carpet, her face flushed red. She could only sob and couldn't utter a single word.

Seeing that she was only crying and didn't say anything for a long time, Zhang Fan assumed that she was still being stubborn.

"Okay, so you're still holding on, huh?"

Zhang Fan picked her up and threw her back onto the soft couch in the corner.

Looking at Luan Diyun's red eyes and tear-streaked face, Zhang Fan shook his head and turned to look at Luo Ying and Luo Li, who were trying not to laugh.

"Luo Ying, Luo Li, I'm leaving you two in my care."

Zhang Fan pointed at Luan Diyun and gave the order: "Take off her boots and tickle her! Keep tickling her as long as she doesn't give directions, don't stop!"

"Yes, Master!"

Luo Ying and Luo Li accepted the order, their faces showing mischievous smiles, and walked towards Luan Di Yun in the corner.

"What...what are you going to do? Don't come any closer!" Luan Diyun looked at the approaching maids with a look of terror on her face.

Luo Ying pulled off her leather boots and began to fidget with the soles of her feet.

Luo Li then pressed down on her shoulders and reached her hands towards her waist and armpits.

"Ah! Haha... No! Let me go! Hehehe..."

Luan Di Yun, who was still choking with sobs, let out a scream and laughter.

For someone who is completely bound, being tickled is extremely torturous.

That tingling sensation caused Luan Diyun to twist and roll on the soft couch.

"Stop! Hahaha... I can't take it anymore! Please... hehehe... stop!"

Inside the carriage, Luan Diyun's laughter was mixed with sobs, and tears streamed down her face.

She tried to clench her arms and curl her legs, but Luo Ying and Luo Li managed to do so.

"Will you tell me or not?" Zhang Fan asked, holding a teacup.

"I...hahaha...I won't say...Ugh! It's so itchy! Help!"

Ten minutes later.

Just as Luan Diyun felt her mind go blank, her defenses finally crumbled.

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you! Stop tickling me! Waaah... I'll tell you everything!"

Luan Diyun was covered in sweat, collapsed on the couch, his chest heaving and his eyes vacant.

Zhang Fan nodded and waved for Luo Ying and Luo Li to leave.

He laid the map out again in front of Luan Diyun.

This time, Luan Diyun dared not resist.

She turned around, trembling, and pointed out on the map the depth of the Wuyao River, the sections with thin ice, and the tribal settlements on the north bank.

After marking the map, Zhang Fan rolled it up and patted Luan Diyun's cheek.

"Why didn't you just cooperate earlier? You had to suffer like this!"

Zhang Fan stood up, straightened his clothes, lifted the carriage curtain, and stepped out of the carriage.

Outside the carriage, the cold wind howled.

Fusu and Mofeng, who were riding alongside the carriage, were looking at Zhang Fan with strange expressions.

The sounds coming from the carriage during those ten minutes were rather suggestive.

There were sounds of slapping, screams and cries of pain from women, followed by gasps, laughter, and pleas for mercy.

Mo Feng swallowed hard, looked at Zhang Fan who came out, and mentally gave him a thumbs up.

"As expected of a Celestial Master, he was still marching in broad daylight and ended the battle in half an hour? This... this woman's screams were a bit too pitiful." Mo Feng sighed inwardly, his eyes filled with awe.

Zhang Fan had no time to care what Mo Feng was thinking.

His expression turned serious as he handed the marked map to Mo Feng.

"Mo Feng, take this map and send the order to the scout camp!"

A shrewd glint flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, and he coldly instructed, "Tell the scouts that the few weak points in the ice layer marked on this map are most likely fake!"

Instruct the scouts to skip checking the marked locations and focus on checking the unmarked river sections and tribal locations!

I want to see where the Huns are gathered!

Mo Feng suddenly realized what was happening and quickly took the map with both hands: "Immortal Master, you're awesome!"

Zhang Fan then turned to look at Fusu on the other side.

"Fusu, order the vanguard to speed up their march! If they intend to amass a large force on the other side of the river to surround us, then we'll launch a surprise attack from the center before they can completely encircle us!"

Upon hearing Zhang Fan's meticulously planned arrangement, Fu Su's expression brightened, and he immediately clasped his hands in response.

"Student obeys! I'll go and make the arrangements right away!"

As the war drums sounded, the 30,000-strong western army of the Great Qin, under the command of Zhang Fan, quickened its pace and headed straight for the frozen surface of the Wuyao River.

At this moment, Luan Diyun, who was inside the car, was completely unaware of what was happening outside.

She collapsed onto the carpet, drenched in sweat, her breathing still not fully calm.