Yan Wanqing, because of Ji Yuntai's persuasive words, fell into self-doubt.
Ji Yuntai sighed, "General Yan is unaware of her own beauty. When you rode your horse past Xiliang City, which young man's gaze didn't linger on you? Are you so sure the men of the Capital City will not be enchanted by your beauty?"
"You go too far, Ji Yuntai," Yan Wanqing glared at him, "Your words become more outrageous the more you speak."
"What this humble official says is all true. If you truly lived inside the barracks, General Yan and the soldiers wouldn't have a good night's sleep, and when that happens, how would they face those fierce and ferocious Japanese pirates?" Ji Yuntai spoke until he was parched and signaled for Yan Wanqing to pass him the water from the table beside them.
Yan Wanqing pursed her lips, turning momentarily into a tool bearer.
"General Yan must not be careless, women throughout the ages..."
Yan Wanqing raised her hand to interrupt, "That's enough."