Marrying a Disabled General and be His Wife

Feng Chilie set off, and before he departed, Tan Chuyan left quietly.

There was only one road from Jing Kingdom to Pingchuan, so he ran straight ahead to explore the route.

Zhaoye was a good horse, and he reached the natural chasm section in two hours.

This part of the road had two mountains facing each other, with ravines and valleys crisscrossing it. The official road wound through the mountains, and a mistake could be irreparable.

Tan Chuyan stopped at the entrance of the winding mountain road, got off his horse, and sat bored on a stone on the hillside, planning to surprise Feng Chilie.

Half an hour later, Feng Chilie’s carriage finally appeared.

Tan Chuyan stood up, patted the dust on his body, and called Zhaoye back from running into the forest with a long whistle.

However, countless assassins emerged from the forest with Zhaoye.

“Whoosh!”

A hidden sword came through the wind, pointing directly at Zhaoye’s neck.

It had taken Tan Chuyan a long time and a lot of effort to tame Zhaoye, creating a deep bond. In addition, Zhaoye was extremely intelligent, making the connection even stronger.

Tan Chuyan ran towards Zhaoye, shouting: “Zhaoye! Hide! Hide to the right! Hurry!”

Zhaoye, understanding his master’s words, quickly dodged to the right. However, the hidden sword’s speed was relentless, grazing Zhaoye’s neck and drawing blood.

Tan Chuyan exerted strength, leaned to one side, and stepped on a tree with his feet to jump onto the horse.

Grabbing the reins, Tan Chuyan looked at Zhaoye’s neck distressingly, patting his head: “Good boy, run faster. I’ll bandage you later.”

Zhaoye, seeming to understand, increased his speed, and the wind howled in Tan Chuyan’s ears.

Feng Chilie’s carriage approached, and Tan Chuyan shouted loudly: “Turn around! Feng Chilie, turn around! There are assassins!”

The Hongying army driving the carriage heard the sound and immediately informed Feng Chilie: “General, someone in front is shouting about assassins.”

“Oh,” Feng Chilie responded casually, without even looking: “I know, let’s turn around.”

“Yes!” The Hongying army changed direction: “Let’s go! Go quickly!”

Seeing Feng Chilie changing direction, Tan Chuyan did not let out a breath, and his eyebrows remained furrowed.

The group of assassins seemed well-prepared, riding horses and wielding hidden swords. They were closing in on Feng Chilie rapidly.

In this overt and covert struggle, everyone could die, but Feng Chilie must not. Holding military power, he was crucial to Chu Qingyi’s pursuit of world domination.

If Tan Chuyan were gone, Yan Changfeng, Xiao Yutang, and even Feng Chengjian might step up. So—

Tan Chuyan cast a deep look at the carriage’s tail, gripping the reins tightly.

Zhaoye, though confused at his master’s sudden halt, stopped obediently, turning uneasily in circles and making throaty sounds.

Tan Chuyan dismounted, tore a strip from his clothes, and wrapped it around Zhaoye’s neck.

“Zhaoye,” Tan Chuyan hugged the horse’s huge head, pressing it against him and rubbing it. “Be good, listen to me. Run to a safe place, find Yan Changfeng, and come back here—”

His voice choked up, and he whispered the last two words, “Collect the corpse.”

Zhaoye seemed to understand, emitting throaty sounds, signaling him to mount quickly.

“Let’s go!” Tan Chuyan slapped Zhaoye’s butt. “Hurry up! Or I won’t want you!”

Zhaoye huffed, running forward with sharp eyes.

Tan Chuyan gave one last glance at the beautiful mane tail, then turned decisively. He drew the soft sword from his waist with his right hand and the hidden dagger from his boot with his left.

With a swift motion, he cut the tether of his cloak, revealing the frost-white riding uniform. His wrists and ankles were tightly bound, giving him a slender yet powerful appearance.

Qiang~!

The hidden sword came again, and Tan Chuyan deflected it with a single stroke.

Approaching, the lead assassin realized that Tan Chuyan wasn’t their target, but they recognized his identity.

After all, there weren’t many men who wore face veil, and those who add earrings to the veil were even rarer.

The assassin leader sat on horseback, looking down at Tan Chuyan. “Please step aside, Young Master Yan. I have an important task.”

“Are you here to assassinate Feng Chilie?” Tan Chuyan played with his dagger, fluttering his eyelashes.

“If so, you’ll have to leave your lives in my hands.”

“Is Young Master Yan going to be an enemy of my master?” The assassin leader’s eyes narrowed.

Tan Chuyan curled his eyelashes. “No, I’ve never been an enemy to anyone. I just want to protect Feng Chilie.”

The assassin leader replied, “Young Master Yan, think clearly. Protecting Feng Chilie might cost you your life. Let us go, and you might earn my master’s favor in the future.”

Tan Chuyan looked up; a bit impatient. “You talk too much.”

Shashasha— —

After saying that, Tan Chuyan jumped up from the ground. The tail of his clothes was blown by the cold wind, contrasting with the red cloak scattered on the ground.

He would use his broken body to build the strongest wall in the world for Feng Chilie.

Not for romance, not for acquaintance.

He just wanted to live up to the promise he made to the deceased teacher!

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Feng Chilie sat in the carriage with his eyes closed, tapping his fingers on the armrest of the wheelchair. His neatly trimmed nails made a dull sound when they collided with the solid wood.

For a long time, he frowned tightly, and his thick and sharp eyebrows knitted together.

He reached for the long spear placed in the carriage, used the tip of it to lift the curtain, and asked, “What does the person who just shouted look like?”

“It’s too far away to see clearly, I guess it’s a woman,” a Hongying soldier, who was driving the carriage, said.

“That person wore a white veil on the face and a bright red cloak on the body, which was very eye-catching.”

A woman!

It must be Young Master Yan who looked good at these things!

He could tell Young Master Yan must have been dishonest. Not only did he not return to Jing Kingdom, but he ran ahead and intercepted the assassin.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the assassin to catch up for so long.

Damn it!

Why were they so troublesome? If that sick boy Tan Chuyan didn’t take good care of himself at home, Feng Chilie decided he would strip him naked when he gets back and give him two hard lashes on the buttocks.

The slap that would make him cry and beg for mercy.

The Hongying soldier driving the carriage didn’t know what happened, but after Feng Chilie heard his description, his entire face darkened, and violence flashed in his eyes.

Therefore, even though he was sitting in a wheelchair, his bloody aura was enough to make people tremble.

And the next moment, the man in the wheelchair suddenly stood up.

He didn’t even shout for the carriage to stop. He jumped onto the horseback of the cavalryman next to him with his spear in hand. He grabbed the cavalryman’s collar with one hand and threw him onto the carriage.

Feng Chilie exerted force on his wrist, causing the horse to lose its head. He clamped his legs again, and the horse ran away in pain.

His hair and clothes were flying together, and the head of the spear reflected dazzling silver light.