{"id":3925,"date":"2026-06-09T16:01:45","date_gmt":"2026-06-09T16:01:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/pursuit-of-jade-103\/"},"modified":"2026-06-09T16:01:49","modified_gmt":"2026-06-09T16:01:49","slug":"pursuit-of-jade-103","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/bn\/chapter\/pursuit-of-jade-103\/","title":{"rendered":"Pursuit of Jade 103"},"content":{"rendered":"

Chapter 103

When they finally caught sight of the banner of the reinforcement force Tang Peiyi had brought, Fan Changyu and the soldiers behind her, who had been fighting almost mechanically, instantly felt hope once more.

Many of the ordinary soldiers became excited, and their attacks grew noticeably fiercer.

Guo Baihu was overjoyed as well and roared,

“I almost thought I’d be leaving my life here today!”

Tang Peiyi also spotted the vanguard banner on Fan Changyu’s side and led his reinforcements toward them.

Seeing that encircling and annihilating them was no longer possible, the rebels’ signal officer galloped about waving command flags and rapidly relaying orders.

The rebels pursuing Fan Changyu’s group loosened their pressure considerably, and they quickly joined up with Tang Peiyi’s reinforcements.

Seeing Fan Changyu, Tang Peiyi looked somewhat surprised atop his horse.

“So it was you who adapted to the situation on the battlefield and led the right-wing army as the vanguard into the enemy formation?”

Fan Changyu looked utterly bedraggled.

Her helmet had long since vanished somewhere on the battlefield, though the small topknot atop her head still held together. Her face was covered in blood and dust, with only her eyes remaining dark and intimidating, like a tiger descending from the mountains.

She was exhausted, relying on her mo saber to remain standing.

Upon hearing the question, she was about to salute, but Tang Peiyi saw how utterly spent she and her men were and raised a hand to stop her.

“The right-wing army has rendered tremendous service in this battle. Once the fighting is over, I will personally petition Lord He for rewards on your behalf!”

The weary soldiers behind Fan Changyu immediately brightened, their joy impossible to conceal.

At that moment, however, turmoil erupted from the battlefield ahead.

With so many people in the way, Fan Changyu and the others could not see what was happening.

Tang Peiyi turned his head to look from horseback, and his expression quickly grew grim.

“The rebels are attempting to surround General He! Follow me and reinforce him!”

This time, with Tang Peiyi’s troops leading the way, Fan Changyu and the right-wing army following behind were finally able to catch their breath.

Leading a cavalry charge, Tang Peiyi tore through the rebels who had surrounded He Jingyuan’s five thousand soldiers from the rear, quickly ripping open a gap.

Fan Changyu then led the right-wing army through that opening, slaughtering the rebel soldiers on both sides and widening the breach so that the trapped Jizhou troops could retreat if necessary.

This time, with generals like Tang Peiyi and He Jingyuan attracting the rebels’ main forces, they only needed to deal with surrounding foot soldiers, making things considerably easier than before.

But for some reason, the formation of Tang Peiyi’s cavalry suddenly descended into chaos.

The rebels attacking from both flanks even managed to break into the cavalry ranks.

Fan Changyu and the others could not help looking toward the center of the formation, but with figures everywhere, they could see nothing clearly.

Guo Baihu cursed.

“Damn it, what’s happening up there?”

Then someone among the rebels suddenly shouted:

“He Jingyuan is dead!”

As the cry spread, the rebels instantly became excited.

Among the Jizhou forces, whether Tang Peiyi’s cavalry or the right-wing army that had fought alongside Fan Changyu, everyone froze for a moment in shock and panic.

He Jingyuan was the commander-in-chief of the campaign against Chongzhou.

If he was dead, how could this battle continue?

Fan Changyu pressed her cracked lips together and looked toward the chaotic battlefield ahead.

Then she turned to the surviving soldiers of her squad.

“Stay here and protect Baihu Guo. You don’t need to follow me any further!”

With that, she charged directly toward the source of the commotion.

Xie Zheng had once told her that He Jingyuan was an old acquaintance of her parents.

Since arriving in Chongzhou, she had remained dutifully in the military camp and had never sought He Jingyuan out using Grand Tutor Tao’s or Xie Zheng’s influence.

She had wanted to earn promotion through her own abilities, attain a rank worthy of meeting He Jingyuan, and then ask him about her parents.

She wanted to avenge them herself.

For this matter, Fan Changyu did not wish to rely too heavily on Grand Tutor Tao or Xie Zheng.

Who could have imagined that in the very first major battle, she would survive, yet the commander He Jingyuan would die?

No matter what, she wanted to fight her way to the front and see for herself.

Without saying a word, Xie Wu followed her.

Several loyal soldiers also picked up their weapons and tried to follow, but Guo Baihu, who had just beheaded a rebel, grabbed them and cursed furiously.

“Have your heads been sitting too comfortably on your shoulders?”

One soldier burst into tears after being shouted at.

“General He is dead! Squad Leader Fan must be charging in to find him. I want to go in and bring General He’s body back too!”

He Jingyuan was famous for loving the people and treating his soldiers like his own children.

Both civilians and soldiers throughout Jizhou admired him deeply.

That was why hearing news of his death on the battlefield had shaken the rank and file so badly.

Guo Baihu slapped the soldier across the face and shouted,

“Playing hero isn’t your job! Do you even know your own limits? Guard this opening for me!”


—

Fan Changyu fought her way forward.

To gain a better view of the battle ahead, she even seized a horse from the rebels.

She did not recognize He Jingyuan personally, but seeing Tang Peiyi locked in combat with a Chongzhou general, she urged her horse toward them.

Tang Peiyi glanced back during a turning spear strike and immediately shouted,

“Quickly get General He back to camp!”

The moment Fan Changyu heard those words, she felt immensely relieved.

He Jingyuan wasn’t dead!

The earlier rumor must have been spread deliberately by the rebels to disrupt their morale.

She quickly scanned the area.

Not far away, she spotted a Jizhou general who had fallen from his horse and was struggling against several rebel officers.

Immediately she carved a bloody path through the surrounding rebels and shouted,

“General He?”

The elderly general raised his head.

Although his beard had been stained red by the blood he had coughed up and his face was smeared with dirt and blood, Fan Changyu recognized him instantly.

It was the very general who had once instructed her in saber techniques.

Her heart shook violently.

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, but the battlefield was too dangerous for distractions.

Suppressing her emotions, she cut down several enemies and fought her way to his side.

Extending a hand, she said,

“General, allow this subordinate to fight a path out for you!”

After cutting down another rebel soldier, He Jingyuan leaned heavily on his long saber just to remain standing.

He raised his aged, exhausted eyes and looked at her.

A trace of satisfaction appeared within them.

“So it’s you… cough… cough…”

He covered his mouth and coughed violently.

Despite his efforts to hide it, blood still seeped through his fingers.

Fan Changyu immediately realized his condition was far worse than it appeared.

Looking down, she saw an arrow embedded in his chest armor. The shaft had been broken off, but blood continued to pour out, staining the armor red.

Seeing more rebel officers converging like hyenas and realizing He Jingyuan could barely wield his weapon anymore, she acted without hesitation.

With a roar, she leapt from her horse and charged into them.

When Xie Wu arrived, Fan Changyu immediately shouted,

“Take General He and go!”

He Jingyuan recognized Xie Wu.

Naturally, he also understood that if Xie Wu was on this battlefield, it was most likely because Xie Zheng had ordered him to protect Fan Changyu.

Perhaps sensing that his own end was approaching, He Jingyuan thought of the entanglements between the older generations of the Xie and Fan families.

Watching Fan Changyu battle several Chongzhou officers to protect him, bitterness filled his mouth.

Xie Wu helped He Jingyuan onto a horse.

Meanwhile, Fan Changyu fought while retreating, doing everything possible to avoid being trapped within the rebels’ encirclement.

On the other side, Tang Peiyi finally lost to the Prince of Changxin.

One sweep of the prince’s weapon knocked him from his horse.

Tang Peiyi rolled across the ground, barely avoiding the opportunistic thrusts of nearby soldiers.

Seeing He Jingyuan being rescued, the Prince of Changxin dug his heels into his horse and gave chase.

“Where do you think you’re going, Wei family dogs!”

His Lion-Head Spear shot forward.

Xie Wu raised his weapon to block.

Yet a single strike from the prince drove him to one knee.

Half his knee sank into the yellow earth.

The back of his blade pressed against his shoulder, and even through his armor, it nearly drew blood.

Xie Wu clenched his teeth so hard he tasted blood.

The knuckles gripping his weapon turned white.

Yet he could not lift the Lion-Head Spear resting atop his blade by even an inch.

The Prince of Changxin pressed down harder.

Xie Wu spat out a mouthful of blood but still refused to let go.

His eyes remained fixed on the prince.

The Prince of Changxin burst into laughter.

“Good boy! Even a mere vanguard soldier possesses such skill. Jizhou has truly wasted your talents. Why not serve under me instead?”

Xie Wu spat viciously.

The prince’s face darkened.

“You don’t know what’s good for you!”

The Lion-Head Spear thrust forward to take Xie Wu’s life.

But from horseback, He Jingyuan forced himself to block the attack.

He Jingyuan was suffering not only from the arrow wound but also severe internal injuries.

Any exertion triggered violent coughing.

His internal organs felt as though they were breaking apart.

After blocking just that one strike, he collapsed over the horse’s neck, coughing uncontrollably.

“Forget about me! Run while you still can!”

The Prince of Changxin sneered.

“What are you afraid of? None of you are escaping today!”

He spun the Lion-Head Spear and thrust again at Xie Wu.

But suddenly, a black iron blade extended from the side and knocked the weapon aside.

The clash sent a sharp shock through the prince’s hand, numbing the web between his thumb and finger.

Surprised, he turned to look at the newcomer.

The figure wore battered Jizhou soldier’s armor.

Blood and dust covered the face.

The build was smaller and leaner than most men.

Yet standing there with a long saber in hand, the figure projected the presence of a lone warrior capable of holding back ten thousand enemies.

The Prince of Changxin muttered,

“How strange. Every vanguard soldier in Jizhou seems stronger than the last.”

Fan Changyu shouted hoarsely,

“Against traitors like you, common soldiers are more than enough!”

Her voice had become so rough from battle that it sounded almost like a young man’s, preventing the prince from suspecting her identity.

The Prince of Changxin sneered.

“Arrogant brat! Take my spear!”

Urging his horse forward, he unleashed a rapid series of thrusts.

Fan Changyu blocked and dodged desperately.

Aside from Xie Zheng and He Jingyuan, this was the first time she had fought a true battlefield veteran of this caliber.

His attacks were both ferocious and unpredictable.

She found herself struggling badly.

Seeing her fall behind, Xie Wu grew increasingly anxious.

Knowing how ruthless the Prince of Changxin was, he understood the man would show no mercy.

When Tang Peiyi finally fought his way through the crowd of enemy soldiers, Xie Wu immediately told him to escort He Jingyuan away while he rushed to aid Fan Changyu.

Tang Peiyi worried both about Fan Changyu’s group and He Jingyuan’s injuries.

After escorting He Jingyuan back toward the Jizhou ranks, he noticed how pale the old general’s lips had become.

“Cursed Prince of Changxin! What kind of man resorts to sneak attacks? If you hadn’t been hit by that arrow, he might not have been your match at all!”

Recalling that arrow, He Jingyuan’s expression turned ashen.

Being struck by a stray arrow on the battlefield was nothing unusual.

But he had a vague understanding of who had truly fired the arrow and intended for him to die beneath the Prince of Changxin’s weapon.

Was the Chancellor so eager to eliminate him because he feared the truth about the Fan couple would come to light?

And was Wei Qilin truly innocent regarding the grain transport disaster all those years ago?

Suddenly, He Jingyuan grabbed Tang Peiyi’s hand.

“Go… bring that child back.”

Tang Peiyi froze for a moment.

Then he realized He Jingyuan was probably referring to Fan Changyu.

He was reluctant to see such a promising talent die at the Prince of Changxin’s hands as well.

“I’ll go help her immediately. My lord, please return to camp and receive treatment first!”


—

Even working together, Fan Changyu and Xie Wu found it extremely difficult to withstand the Prince of Changxin’s attacks.

Her saber skills had improved greatly, but compared to an old battlefield veteran who had spent decades in war, she was still too inexperienced.

On top of that, her body was utterly exhausted, leaving her attacks far weaker than before.

After observing her style, the Prince of Changxin suddenly studied her carefully and asked,

“What is He Jingyuan to you?”

Leaning on her mo saber and breathing heavily, Fan Changyu replied,

“He is the commander of our Jizhou army!”

The prince sneered.

“This saber technique was created jointly by the two Tigers of the Wei army\u2014He Jingyuan and his sworn brother. That sworn brother died many years ago. Today, only He Jingyuan still uses this technique. How could a mere vanguard soldier inherit its true teachings?”

Fan Changyu froze.

Her father had taught her this technique.

And when He Jingyuan had instructed her before, he had been remarkably familiar with it.

Could her father have been He Jingyuan’s sworn brother?

Before she could process the revelation, the prince suddenly turned his spear and charged.

“Once I capture you, I’ll use you to negotiate with He Jingyuan while he’s still clinging to life!”

Borrowing the momentum of his horse, he launched a devastating attack.

Fan Changyu wasn’t foolish enough to meet it head-on.

At Xie Wu’s warning, she dodged aside.

Just then, Tang Peiyi returned to aid them.

While Tang Peiyi engaged the Prince of Changxin, Fan Changyu used the reach of her mo saber to slash at the prince’s horse’s hind legs.

The horse crashed sideways.

The prince planted his spear and vaulted into the air, landing safely on his feet.

His tiger-like eyes remained imposing.

Tang Peiyi’s charge failed, so he wheeled his horse around and roared,

“Traitor, your life is mine!”

But during the exchange, the Prince of Changxin copied Fan Changyu’s earlier tactic and struck Tang Peiyi’s horse from behind.

The startled horse bolted wildly across the battlefield.

Tang Peiyi abandoned it and jumped free, rolling several times before finally stopping.

By now, both Fan Changyu and Xie Wu were utterly exhausted and covered in wounds.

Xie Wu had even suffered internal injuries earlier from blocking the prince’s strike.

He was surviving purely through willpower.

Fan Changyu understood something clearly.

Even if she and Tang Peiyi joined forces, they were no match for the Prince of Changxin.

She was so tired she could barely swing her saber.

If this continued, the prince would inevitably defeat them.

Her gaze suddenly landed on a Chongzhou officer riding over to assist the prince.

Without warning, she charged him.

Realizing her intention, the officer thrust his spear forward.

Fan Changyu seized the shaft, dragged him from the saddle, grabbed the saddle herself, and vaulted onto the horse’s back while it was still running.

While the Prince of Changxin focused on killing Tang Peiyi, she slashed at him from the side.

The prince narrowly avoided the attack.

When he tried to pursue her, however, two legs could not match four.

Taking advantage of the signal Fan Changyu gave him, Tang Peiyi also immediately retreated.

By the time the other Chongzhou officers arrived to reinforce the prince, he had already seized a horse and continued chasing Fan Changyu.

Fan Changyu lay low across the horse’s back.

She refused to engage and simply kept leading him farther away.

She was breathing even harder than the galloping horse beneath her.

Her plan was to draw the prince around for a while, recover some stamina, and then continue fighting.

The Prince of Changxin apparently saw through her intentions.

He immediately took a great bow from his saddle and nocked a white-feathered arrow.

The arrow whistled past her scalp.

For the first time, Fan Changyu truly felt she might die today.

She could only lower herself even further against the horse’s neck.

Unable to hit her directly, the prince instead targeted her horse.

When an arrow struck its leg, the horse screamed and collapsed to its knees.

Fan Changyu was thrown to the ground.

Her mo saber landed nearby.

All she could do was gasp for air, seemingly incapable of resisting any longer.

The Prince of Changxin pressed the Lion-Head Spear against her throat.

Not seeing an Adam’s apple, his brows furrowed deeply.

“A woman?”

Fan Changyu, exhausted beyond measure, said nothing.

The prince slid the spearhead beneath her breastplate from the side, seemingly intending to lift her onto his horse.

But the moment he grabbed her collar to hang her upside down over the saddle, Fan Changyu suddenly struck.

She drew the boning knife hidden beneath her wrist guard and plunged it into the unarmored area beneath his armpit.

Fortunately, she had once been a butcher.

She knew exactly where bone ended and where cartilage, sinew, and soft tissue began.

The blade sank all the way to the hilt without meeting any resistance.

“You…”

The Prince of Changxin stared at the sleeve instantly soaked in blood.

Looking back at Fan Changyu, he could barely speak.

Suppressing the blood rising in his throat, he drew a short sword and thrust it toward her neck.

Her breastplate was still pinned on the Lion-Head Spear.

There was no way to dodge.

She could only grab the blade with her bare hands and hold it tightly, preventing him from pressing it farther toward her throat.

It was a gamble.

A gamble over whether the prince would die first from the knife beneath his arm, or whether she would lose strength and release the blade first, dying beneath his sword.

Fan Changyu’s vision was already doubling from blood loss and agony.

Sweat streamed down her forehead.

Just as she was about to lose her grip, the Prince of Changxin suddenly shuddered.

The blood he had been holding back erupted from his mouth.

A white-feathered arrow had pierced straight through his heart.

The triangular arrowhead even broke through the mountain-pattern armor on his chest, emerging bloodily from the front.

As the Prince of Changxin fell from his horse, Fan Changyu was dragged down with him.

Her breastplate was still hooked on his spear.

Her hands were shredded by the sword blade and hurt unbearably, preventing her from freeing herself in time.

But as she fell, she saw the man standing on horseback in the distance, bow in hand.

A vicious scar ran from the bridge of his nose across the left side of his face.

His right eye was covered, as though the scar extended all the way through it.

Fan Changyu recognized him immediately.

When she had nearly drowned in the freezing lake after being thrown in by mountain bandits, he had been the one to save her.

As she fell, he was already galloping toward her.

Though the battlefield remained filled with endless slaughter, everything around her seemed to stand still.

Only the dust kicked up by his horse remained in motion.

A blade sliced across her breastplate.

The Lion-Head Spear clattered to the ground.

Then strong arms swept her onto a horse.

When her back touched the man’s chest, she called out his name.

“Yan Zheng?”

But she never heard his answer.

The familiar scent from his body reached her.

The tension holding her together snapped.

Exhaustion and blood loss overwhelmed her, and she lost consciousness.

So she never knew how tightly he held her.

Nor how slightly his arms trembled.


—

Fan Changyu woke again two days later.

Her injuries were not particularly severe.

She had simply pushed herself beyond all limits.

Opening her eyes and finding herself inside her own military tent, she let out a long breath of relief.

She tried to sit up, only to discover every muscle in her body aching.

Both hands had been wrapped so thoroughly that they resembled rice dumplings.

Taking a shallow breath, she remembered the man she had seen before fainting.

For a moment, she could no longer tell whether it had been reality or a hallucination.

Out of habit, she called,

“Xiao Wu?”

Receiving no answer, she remembered that Xie Wu had also been injured by the Prince of Changxin and was probably still recovering in the wounded soldiers’ camp.

Using her bandaged hands, she attempted to push herself upright.

Just then, the tent flap opened.

Xie Wu entered carrying a steaming bowl of medicine.

“Did Squad Leader call for me? I was outside brewing your medicine.”

Fan Changyu immediately asked,

“How are your injuries?”

“Nothing serious. They’re almost healed.”

His voice sounded the same as always.

Yet something about him felt quieter, more withdrawn.

The feeling struck her as strangely unnatural.

Studying him carefully, she suddenly realized he seemed taller.

Confused, she asked,

“Xiao Wu, how old are you this year?”

“Seventeen.”

Fan Changyu nodded in realization.

“No wonder you seem so much taller than before. You’re still growing.”

She reached out with her bandaged hands to take the medicine bowl.

Xie Wu hesitated.

“Your hands are injured. Shall I feed you?”

Fan Changyu gave him an even stranger look.

Lowering his eyes, Xie Wu explained,

“The military physician said both your hands suffered tendon injuries. If you don’t recover properly, you may have difficulty holding weapons in the future.”

Fan Changyu looked down at her heavily wrapped hands.

“So it’s that serious.”

There was not the slightest trace of concern in her voice.

Instead, she asked,

“What were our casualties?”

Xie Wu replied,

“Thirteen dead. Seventeen seriously wounded. Everyone else suffered minor injuries.”

Knowing she was still unfamiliar with military casualty rates, he added,

“It’s common for entire vanguard units to be wiped out. Losing only half the force is considered fortunate. Squad Leader needn’t blame herself too much.”

Even so, Fan Changyu felt a heaviness settle in her chest.

“When the compensation payments arrive, send my share of the reward money to the families of the fallen as well.”

Xie Wu glanced at her.

“Squad Leader killed the Prince of Changxin and earned the greatest merit in this battle. Your reward alone should be at least one thousand taels.”

Fan Changyu froze.

“I killed him?”

Xie Wu nodded.

She carefully recalled the events before losing consciousness.

She distinctly remembered stabbing the Prince of Changxin beneath the arm, after which Xie Zheng had finished him with an arrow through the heart.

Frowning, she asked,

“He… didn’t come to the army camp? I remember seeing him on the battlefield. He was the one who shot the arrow and saved me.”

To her surprise, Xie Wu’s eyes remained as still and dark as an ancient sea untouched by sunlight.

“The Grand Tutor disappeared after an assassination attempt while traveling to the capital. The Marquis went to investigate those who abducted him. He was never in Chongzhou.”

Fan Changyu’s expression changed immediately.

“Godfather!”

In her agitation, she tried to stand but immediately collapsed back down due to aching muscles.

Xie Wu quickly reached out to steady her.

When he noticed the ring of bite marks on his index finger, however, he immediately withdrew his hand.

Fan Changyu was too distracted by everything else to notice.

She merely muttered,

“Why would Godfather suddenly go to the capital?”

Then, remembering the Prince of Changxin’s death, she added firmly,

“I only stabbed him once beneath the arm. The arrow wasn’t mine. Someone helped me\u2014a one-eyed man with a scarred face…”

She had actually wanted to say that the man should have been Xie Zheng.

But Xie Wu interrupted her.

“When General Tang and I arrived, Squad Leader had already fallen from the horse. You were still holding part of a broken arrow. There is no doubt that you killed the Prince of Changxin. Could it be that the battlefield left you confused?”

A trace of bewilderment crossed Fan Changyu’s face.

Had she really remembered incorrectly because her mind was clouded at the time?

Had she somehow stabbed the prince with an arrow herself and unconsciously imagined being rescued?

While she was still lost in thought, someone called from outside the tent in a rough voice:

“Does Squad Leader Fan live here?”

Xie Wu lifted the tent flap and replied,

“Yes. May I ask what business you have with my squad leader?”

The man answered,

“General He requests Squad Leader Fan’s presence.”<\/p>","protected":false},"parent":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"novel":[],"class_list":["post-3925","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/bn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/3925","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/bn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/bn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/bn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3925"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/bn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/3925\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3926,"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/bn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/3925\/revisions\/3926"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/bn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3925"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"novel","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/bn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/novel?post=3925"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}