Marrying a Disabled General and be His Wife

Feng Chilie emerged from the dungeon, a bit weary, replaying the last words Tuoba Lan uttered in his mind.

She stated, “I know Tan Chuyan’s identity. He is the renowned Young Master Yan and my sister’s child.”

“I’m also aware that you have feelings for him. You’ve never been this interested in anyone before.” Tuoba Lan stood at the cell door, smiling oddly. “But you can’t be together, as you are tied by blood and being together is a sin.”

Tuoba Lan seemed to derive pleasure from seeing Feng Chilie unhappy. Unprecedented dismay adorned his face as she laughed wildly, even appearing a bit unhinged.

“Do you truly want to kill me? Go ahead.” She presented her slender neck to Feng Chilie, placing his hand on her throat. “End me, and this secret will remain hidden. I understand, but Tan Chuyan will also be laid to rest with me.”

Only individuals within the Xibo royal family held the key to resolving the Everlasting Sleep Gu.

Feng Chilie turned to the dark side, gradually tightening his grip. Yet, just as Tuoba Lan was about to suffocate, he released and turned away, walking out.

Tuoba Lan shouted after him, “Remember, three days. You only have three days, or every New Year’s Eve will become Tan Chuyan’s Memorial Day!”

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“General,” Finding Feng Chilie standing motionless in the yard, Uncle Fu approached him, inquiring, “Have you figured out how to cure the poison?”

Judging from Feng Chilie’s expression, Uncle Fu likely deduced that a solution wasn’t within reach.

Feng Chilie’s tone was solemn: “Uncle Fu, don’t mention the poison to him.”

“I understand.” Uncle Fu sighed. “By the way, general, the eldest princess is here and waiting for you in the drawing room.”

Chu Qingyi? What did she want now?

Feng Chilie hesitated whether to enter the house to see Tan Chuyan or her first. After a moment’s pause at the door, he turned around to face Chu Qingyi.

In the reception room, Chu Qingyi couldn’t sit still, pacing anxiously.

Seeing Feng Chilie approaching, she hurriedly greeted him, grabbing his arm and inquiring, “Where is Tan Chuyan?”

“He is resting,” Feng Chilie replied. “Eldest sister, what’s wrong?”

“Something has happened, something serious!” Chu Qingyi looked concerned. “Since yesterday, rumors have spread in the palace that Tan Chuyan is Young Master Yan. How many people do you think will come to kill him?”

Tan Chuyan’s identity had been exposed, and it was not favorable for anyone.

Chu Qingyi held onto Feng Chilie’s arm and urgently asked, “Ah Lie, tell me, is he Young Master Yan?”

Chu Qingyi had her own suspicions, finding everything too coincidental. How could Tan Chuyan disappear from the general’s mansion, only to appear next to Feng Chilie? Moreover, as someone who had lived in King Qi’s palace for an extended period, how could Tan Chuyan know Young Master Yan, a man of wealth and power?

Yet, without anyone exposing the matter, the identities of the two wouldn’t be linked.

Feng Chilie remained silent for a while, then nodded slowly, “Yes, he is Young Master Yan.”

Chu Qingyi released Feng Chilie’s arm and sank heavily into a chair. Her whole demeanor seemed… somewhat defeated.

Revealing his identity would not only endanger Tan Chuyan but also put Chu Qingyi at a disadvantage in the battle for the heir apparent. Furthermore, Feng Chilie’s situation would deteriorate.

Although Chu Minghan had let Tan Chuyan to stay temporarily, the emperor’s suspicions about Qi Kingdom’s intentions would be hard to dispel, even if he wasn’t favored in Qi Kingdom.

But the pressing question was…

Feng Chilie asked, “Where did Tan Chuyan’s identity come from?”

Once the seeds of doubt were planted, they took root and sprouted, rendering excuses meaningless.

“I checked,” Chu Qingyi said, “This news first came from Chu Yiling’s palace.”

“Elder sister,” Feng Chilie pondered, “Do you believe it?”

Chu Qingyi shook her head, “I don’t believe it. Although I don’t like him, there’s absolutely no way he could spread this news.”

Chu Yiling wasn’t foolish. Considering the current relationship between Tan Chuyan and Feng Chilie, once this news spread, he would undoubtedly incur Chu Qingyi’s wrath, especially recalling the grudge with Feng Chilie.

Chu Yiling wasn’t concerned about holding a grudge with Chu Qingyi; their past conflicts were settled. However, offending Feng Chilie was something he couldn’t afford.

In Chu Yiling’s view, Feng Chilie was a madman! He wouldn’t act recklessly before successfully obtaining the sharp sword of the Wolf Eagle Cavalry.

Moreover, with Tuoba Lan now behind bars, making covert moves would be too risky.

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“So,” Feng Chilie thought, “who benefits the most from this matter?”

The two exchanged glances, and the answer was self-evident.

On the Tianqi Road, Feng Chilie also knew who was behind the assassination of Tan Chuyan.

Feng Chilie was about to say something when Eunuch Li, next to Chu Minghan, approached.

Holding a white fly whisk, he casted a pitying look at Chu Qingyi, “The princess is here too, just in time. You can enter the palace with the general. His Majesty summons the general immediately.”

After returning from disaster relief, entering the palace was indeed appropriate. The palace visit was to see Chu Minghan, and Feng Chilie was also planning to go.

But before he could go, Chu Minghan urgently sent someone to call him.

Evidently, he didn’t intend to reward Feng Chilie but wanted to hold him accountable!

Upon entering the palace, Chu Minghan regarded Feng Chilie with a wary expression, an unusual stance in their interactions.

Feng Chilie was about to bend down to salute when Chu Minghan ordered, “Kneel down.”

Chu Qingyi anxiously interjected, “Father! Ah Lie has made significant contributions to disaster relief. Shouldn’t-”

Chu Minghan cut her off, “You too, kneel down too!”

Dead silence descended, and the entire hall fell into an eerie hush.

Feng Chilie lowered his eyes, gritting his teeth. He stared at the ground, lifted his robe, and knelt down.

Chu Qingyi also knelt down.

The imperial family indeed showed no mercy. Even if Feng Chilie had been loyal and devoted, and even if Chu Minghan had once treated him like a son, unforeseen changes led to this outcome.

Observing the two kneeling figures, Chu Minghan threw a dozen booklets in front of Feng Chilie.

“See for yourself,” Chu Minghan said, “These are all for your dismissal.”

Feng Chilie could guess the content with his eyes closed – nothing more than baseless accusations of collusion with Qi Kingdom and having malicious intentions. Just simple nonsense.

Yet, Feng Chilie picked up the booklets and read for a while. He then met Chu Minghan’s gaze and asked frankly, “Your Majesty, do you really believe the nonsense these ministers are talking about?”

“Why shouldn’t I believe it?” Chu Minghan replied. “If the person in question is not Young Master Yan, everything is negotiable. However, he is both Tan Chuyan and Young Master Yan, and his relationship with you is extraordinary. How can I not believe it?”

“What’s wrong with Tan Chuyan,” Feng Chilie, always arrogant, harbored resentment towards Chu Minghan at this moment. He stated boldly, “If I harbored evil intentions and coveted the position under your rule, why would I collude with Qi Kingdom? The Wolf Eagle Cavalry alone is enough to break through the palace’s defenses!”

“You!”

Chu Minghan grabbed the inkstone on the desk and threw it out in anger. His eyes widened, but reason prevailed.

After a few breaths, he pointed to the door and said, “Get out of here. I get a headache just seeing you!”

Exiting the hall, Feng Chilie rubbed his bleeding forehead, sighed in relief, and muttered to himself, “Great, the military power is saved!”