Marrying a Disabled General and be His Wife

“Where is Tan Chuyan?”

As soon as Feng Chilie returned to the military camp, he began searching for Tan Chuyan. However, after checking around the tent, Tan Chuyan was nowhere to be found. Instead, Ji Bei laid on the ground unconscious.

Feng Chilie, a little angry, questioned, “What did I tell you? You should follow him every step of the way. But in the end, where did you follow him?”

Ji Bei, standing up dazedly, admitted fault: “It’s the subordinate’s negligence. Please punish me, General.”

Ji Bei had followed Feng Chilie’s instructions, not anticipating Tan Chuyan’s deception. Upon entering the tent, he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, losing consciousness instantly.

But…

Ji Bei truthfully added, “By the way, General, the Fifth Prince met Madam once. After he came out, he was in a strange state.”

Feng Chilie, frustrated, exclaimed, “Who asked you to let him see Tuoba Lan! Don’t you know how good my mother is at inciting people’s hearts?”

Ji Bei, head bowed, did not disclose why he allowed Chu Yan to see Tuoba Lan.

Feng Chilie, stern-faced, inquired, “What did they talk about?”

“I… I didn’t hear clearly…” Ji Bei explained, “They spoke quietly. Just as I wanted to listen, there were people talking. They mentioned a fire in our military camp’s granary, so I went to check. When I returned, they had already…”

Feng Chilie, almost furious, instructed, “Go have ten sticks.”

Ji Bei nodded, “Yes.”

Exiting the tent, Feng Chilie whistled into the sky. ‘Nama’ perched on his shoulders, holding a struggling rat in its mouth.

Observing the scene, Feng Chilie couldn’t understand why his eagle preferred hunting over the food he provided.

Similar to Tan Chuyan, always on the move.

Despite his initial harshness, did he ever mistreat Tan Chuyan?

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Returning to an empty tent, Feng Chilie felt as if a piece of his heart had been torn out, overwhelmed with a sense of loss and suffocation. He covered his heart.

It turned out that Tan Chuyan had become so important to his heart.

Feng Chilie grabbed the mouse’s tail, pulled it out of ‘Nama’s’ mouth, and threw it to the ground, saying, “How many times have I told you that rats are not clean, and you are not allowed to eat them?”

He looked at the ground; the rat twitched twice and lost its breath. ‘Nama’ stomped its feet dissatisfiedly on Feng Chilie’s shoulder in protest.

Feng Chilie ignored him and patted ‘Nama’ on the head, saying, “Go, find Tan Chuyan, and then take me to see him.”

‘Nama’ turned his head away, obviously not wanting to work.

Feng Chilie put his hand on ‘Nama’s’ tail feathers, saying, “Are you going? If you don’t go, I will pull all the hair on your buttocks, so that you will never be able to seduce the little female eagle again!” Hearing the threat, ‘Nama’ immediately flapped his wings and flew away.

Feng Chilie secretly thought, “What’s wrong with him? I have to force him to use violence!”

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Although Pingchuan was a plain, there was a cliff with a height of 10,000 feet heading towards the Northern Sai.

At this moment, Tan Chuyan was standing on the edge of the cliff, looking in the direction of Xibo.

How ridiculous! He Erri said hysterically before his death that Feng Chilie was the filthiest person in the world, but who would have thought that everything was the other way around.

From beginning to end, he was the only truly dirty person.

His mother was poor, but her family wasn’t. They invaded the Central Plains for land and food, causing countless deaths on the border battlefields.

His father was a complete bastard. Tan Hongyun didn’t hesitate to commit murder, parricide, and even kill his own father for royal hegemony.

To ascend the throne quickly, Tan Hongyun tampered with the late king’s diet, hastening his demise.

Although Tan Chuyan didn’t commit these acts, he was stained with their blood.

If Xibo was completely defeated one day, his real identity wouldn’t remain a secret. Those who lost family due to Xibo would see him as a target for venting, perhaps even wishing for his death.

Was it reasonable?

They didn’t care about reason.

The father’s debt was repaid by the son, and the same principle applied to repaying Xibo’s blood debt.

Tan Chuyan withdrew his gaze, staring at the bottomless cliff.

In this moment, Tan Chuyan realized he was afraid of being condemned by thousands.

He wasn’t afraid before.

Back then, he had no worries, only the promise to his teacher in his heart.

Today was different. He was drawn to Feng Chilie, wanting to be clean and clear, showing his best to Feng Chilie.

But all of this seemed impossible.

If he allowed his feelings to flourish, he would eventually implicate Feng Chilie, making him, like Tan Chuyan, the target of punishment by the world.

Tan Chuyan clenched his hands, his neatly manicured nails piercing his flesh, recalling Tuoba Lan’s words in the tent.

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Tuoba Lan revealed Feng Chilie’s real identity, looking at him with a joking expression, and said, “Shocked or horrified, but the fact remains that behind any power lies filth that cannot withstand the light.”

“By the way, you know,” Tuobalan said. “I purposely appeared in front of you to lure you here.” Tan Chuyan turned his head, realizing Ji Bei’s figure had vanished.

“Don’t bother looking. I’ve made arrangements for a good conversation.” Tuoba Lan chuckled mockingly.

“Does Feng Chilie really think he can keep an eye on me? In the end, it’s me and Feng Chengjian who made the Wolf Eagle Cavalry. Even if he reorganizes the Wolf Eagle Cavalry, there will still be my people in it.”

Tan Chuyan felt she was overly confident. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell Feng Chilie?”

“Tell him; you don’t know who it is anyway.” Tuoba Lan was confident. “Besides, if my guess is correct, Feng Chilie should already know that the Wolf Eagle Cavalry are not clean. After all, the news of your marriage spread too fast.”

Tan Chuyan tightened his lips, feeling powerless and unhappy for the first time.

In the past, he plotted against others, but now others were plotting against him.

Tuoba Lan assessed his expression, feeling inexplicably happy, and asked, “Don’t you want to know why I brought you here?”

“Of course, I do,” Tan Chuyan replied, concealing the discomfort in his eyes with a cold and calm expression. He continued, “But if you plan to use me to harm Feng Chilie, forget it. I won’t let anything happen to him.”

“Don’t worry,” Tuoba Lan reassured, patting his shoulder. “I don’t bother with such vulgar things. I called you here because I hope you can save my life and send me back to Xibo in a critical moment.”

Even though Tuoba Lan had already spread the news and mobilized reinforcements, she couldn’t rely solely on one person; she sought various ways to survive for herself.

And, she wanted to go home.

Return to the grassland where she could roam freely.

Not only that, but she also desired to be true to herself, leading her troops to crush this land soaked in desire and hatred, and assisting her brother in establishing a new regime without struggle.

Tan Chuyan knew very well that letting Tuoba Lan return to Xibo was like letting the tiger return to the mountain.

Xibo’s daughters were divided into two extremes—either natural beauties like Wei Wan, who were gentle and lovely, or formidable women like Tuoba Lan, who fought on horseback, no less capable than men.

Tan Chuyan firmly denied, “Don’t even think about it. I won’t help you.”

“Don’t rush; you can think about it again,” Tuoba Lan suggested, approaching him. “If you don’t assist your aunt, she’ll expose your real identity, making you a villain accused by thousands.”

“Oh, by the way, don’t be naive to think you won’t face consequences just because you haven’t committed those acts,” Tuoba Lan said softly. “As long as you have the blood of my Xibo royal family in your body, you’ll become the target of the world’s hatred, and those connected to you won’t fare much better.”

“You like Feng Chilie, right?” Tuoba Lan, like a mind reader, continued, “Do you want to implicate him?”