Marrying a Disabled General and be His Wife

After finishing his meal, bath, and medication, Feng Chilie extinguished the oil lamp in the room. Tan Chuyan, after engrossed in discussions about peace talks, found solace on the shared bed. Despite the bitter cold that permeated the inn room, even with a charcoal basin, the warmth was elusive.

Feng Chilie, a living heat source, laid beside Tan Chuyan, who not only accepted the closeness but also discovered the coziest nook—arched and comforting.

Tan Chuyan pondered, “It doesn’t matter how close we are, as long as emotions are kept at bay.”

Little did he know, had he foreseen this, he would have insisted on a separate room, realizing the predicament he now faced.

As Tan Chuyan contemplated, Feng Chilie gently rubbed his hand on his lower back and remarked, “Have you noticed something odd about this cold disaster?”

“It does seem unusual,” Tan Chuyan reluctantly admitted. “In a place as vast as Pingchuan, there used to be ample winter supplied with cotton clothes and food. Why are they all gone this year?”

Feng Chilie, inhaling the faint scent of medicine on Tan Chuyan’s body, explained, “While you were unconscious, the king distributed a lot of supplies to Pingchuan. It should have been enough to get them through winter, but instead of improvement, the situation has worsened.”

Tan Chuyan, deep in thought, questioned, “Then where did these supplies vanish to?”

“I don’t know,” Feng Chilie said. “By the way, let me tell you a secret. The reason why the king sent me here is to investigate this matter. Of course, it also includes my own wishes.”

“Huh?” Tan Chuyan’s voice was a little soft and sticky. “So, you and King Chu have met secretly?”

“Yes,” Feng Chilie said. “Not only have we met, but I also told him some other things. For example, someone drugged me, hoping that I would become really crippled… Okay, good night.”

Before he finished speaking, Tan Chuyan’s even breathing came over.

It really tired him out.

Feng Chilie chuckled lightly, kissed the top of Tan Chu Yan’s hair, then closed his eyes, unable to help but recall what happened when he met Chu Minghan.

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Pingchuan was composed of thirty-six cities. It was considered a vast territory with abundant resources. Of course, its population was several times that of other regions.

Therefore, once Pingchuan was conquered, it would add fuel to the flames for the Jing Kingdom. The Jing Kingdom would have more plains for cultivated land to store grain, and it can also recruit more young people to join the army and expand its army for the sake of future glory. But if it couldn’t be conquered, the Jing Kingdom would be swimming against the current, facing internal and external troubles.

Therefore, Chu Minghan had always been very concerned about Pingchuan’s affairs and sent people to keep an eye on it all the time.

On the seventh day after Tan Chuyan was in a coma and the fourth day after the supplies were delivered, Chu Minghan noticed that there was a hint of a cold disaster in the Pingchuan.

Chu Minghan knew very well that once the cold disaster broke out, several candidates for the crown prince would be ready to think of ways to deal with their own siblings but would forget about business matters.

After much thought, if the cold disaster really broke out, Feng Chilie would undoubtedly be the most suitable person.

However, his physical condition posed a challenge, and it seemed somewhat inhumane to send a man with temporarily disabled legs trekking through mountains and rivers.

Surprisingly, upon learning that the batch of supplies he had delivered was missing, on the twelfth day of Tan Chuyan’s coma, Feng Chilie secretly met with Chu Minghan.

This time, he didn’t go to see Chu Minghan in a wheelchair but took the secret passage that led directly to Chu Minghan’s dormitory.

The night was dark, the wind high, and the curtains fluttered. Chu Minghan, spotting a tall figure standing beside the bed, was nearly startled to death. Upon realizing it was Feng Chilie, anger overcame him, and he started to curse.

“Smelly boy!” Chu Minghan scolded, “How many times have I told you, when you come to see me in the middle of the night, don’t linger by the bedside like a ghost!”

The royal family was never purely virtuous. Even Chu Minghan had instructed Feng Chilie to secretly eliminate many ministers with ulterior motives in the past few years.

To maintain secrecy, Chu Minghan summoned Feng Chilie to quietly visit his room in the middle of the night. Consequently, Chu Minghan refrained from having people stay by his bedside.

Later, the two discovered that the court’s restless figures were like centipede insects – dead but not stiff. Killing one led to another popping up, most of them being newly appointed officials.

Yet, the palace was not a place of romance. Despite Feng Chilie’s exceptional martial arts skills, excessive nocturnal activities attracted attention. Several times, he was mistaken for an assassin by the king’s guards, leading to chases back and forth in Tianyou City.

For convenience, after obtaining Chu Minghan’s consent, Feng Chilie personally led people to construct a secret passage from the general’s residence to Chu Minghan’s bedroom.

In their private meeting, Feng Chilie, behaving like an unruly scamp, didn’t wait for Chu Minghan to say anything and casually sat down at the table next to him. Without using any honorifics, he said, “Uncle, why haven’t you mentioned it yet? It’s a bad habit.”

Chu Minghan, clad in a bright yellow undershirt, glared fiercely at Feng Chilie, scrutinized his legs, and inquired, “Which miracle doctor treated your legs? How did they heal so quickly?”

“Not broken at all.”

Feng Chilie straightened his smooth legs, saying, “I’m just pretending.”

“It’s quite convincing.” Chu Minghan kicked Feng Chilie’s calf. “I believe it.”

Initially, Chu Minghan harbored some doubts. After all, he knew the extent of Feng Chilie’s martial arts skills, and even the king’s guards considered him formidable.

However, witnessing Feng Chilie being carried back with his own eyes, Chu Minghan couldn’t help but believe it. The doctor was sweating profusely, unable to deal with Feng Chilie’s leg. Eventually, it was handed over to Uncle Fu, the housekeeper of Chilie Mansion.

Upon reflection, pretending to have a broken leg wasn’t difficult, especially with Uncle Fu, a world-renowned miracle doctor.

Chu Minghan understood, “Uncle Fu must have covered for you.”

“Exactly.” Feng Chilie nodded, grabbed snacks from the table, and took a bite.