Marrying a Disabled General and be His Wife

“Stillborn…”

Tuoba Lan repeated these words in her mouth, and even Feng Chilie struggled to accept the truth.

Why did the child die after birth?

But the imperial doctor sent by the palace to diagnose her pulse had clearly stated that it was very healthy.

Unless…

Feng Chilie looked in the direction of the palace, and a horrifying idea crossed his mind.

At that moment, a massive explosion erupted from the palace, flames shooting into the sky.

Feng Chengjian’s expression turned mad, then ferocious: “Your Highness, if you return to the palace now, you might see Chu Minghan; otherwise, these matters won’t be easy to explain.”

“What have you done?”

Feng Chilie’s tone remained remarkably calm.

“I didn’t do anything,” Feng Chengjian replied, “I simply exploited Seventh Prince’s hatred for Chu Minghan, giving him an opportunity to seize the throne.

“Seize the throne?” Feng Chilie looked at the man who had been his father for over 20 years in disbelief: “What are you planning to do…”

Feng Chengjian wiped tears from Tuoba Lan’s face: “Go back and ask Chu Minghan. He owes the Feng family, and I want him to pay with his life!”

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The Jing Palace was ablaze.

The old Wolf Eagle Cavalry and an unknown army breached the palace gate, leaving countless corpses in their wake.

Chu Yilian stepped over these cold bodies and walked towards the throne, sitting down casually.

Crossing his legs, he rested his head on his hands, lazily observing the chaos.

Chu Yiling was missing, and Chu Yiheng begged for mercy in a corner, mentioning Tan Chuyan and Chu Qingyi. They both protected Chu Minghan, establishing a solid barrier for him.

“Eldest sister, Fifth Highness,” Chu Yilian addressed the two, “Why fight for this hypocrite? It’s not worth it.”

“Seventh brother!” Chu Qingyi pleaded, looking at the soldiers surrounding them, “Before Ah Lie returns, please stop and admit your mistake to father!”

“Admit my mistake?” Chu Yilian gritted his teeth, glancing at Chu Minghan. “Why should I admit my mistake to him? Has he fulfilled his responsibilities as a father? Was he there when Chu Yiling targeted me, humiliated me, and killed me? Who caused all of this?”

“That’s right,” Chu Yilian smiled self-deprecatingly. “How can a person who let his son die twenty-five years ago care about me, a bastard who was born under illicit mean?”

Hearing this, Tan Chuyan’s expression tightened as he recalled what Tuoba Lan said to him in the tent that day.

“Feng Chilie is not my son at all. He is the son of the late Queen and is the Second Highness. His life was exchanged for my son’s life!”

Now, thinking about what happened back then in conjunction with Chu Yilian’s words, it was indeed a bit strange. Everyone knew about the fire that year, and the entire palace was reduced to ashes. The Queen and the Second Highness were also burned beyond recognition, so they could only make do with a human figure seen.

It stood to reason that if there was a fire in the Queen’s Palace, there should be many people coming to put out the fire, but this was far from the case.

Unless someone did not want the fire to go out and added fuel to the flames.

In the entire Jing Palace, except for the concubines, who else didn’t want His Highness to live the most?

Tan Chuyan turned to look at Chu Minghan, and the chapped look on the emperor’s face gave Tan Chuyan an answer.

This answer was a bit unexpected but also reasonable. Twenty-five years ago, Feng Chengjian showed his strength and defeated Xibo.

Not only that, he also married Tuoba Lan despite Chu Minghan’s opposition. Later, he and Tuoba Lan jointly formed the invincible Wolf Eagle Cavalry, meaning having great achievements and surpassing the master.

At that time, it happened that the former queen Feng Qingrao was pregnant. It would be understandable if the baby was a girl, but if it was a boy…

So, Chu Minghan was afraid that the Feng family would rely on this child, usurping his Chu family’s inheritance openly. Therefore, when he learned about the fire in the queen’s palace, he responded passively.

Chu Qingyi was not a fool. He considered Chu Yilian’s words several times and turned her head stiffly. She looked at the person she had always respected.

“Don’t look,” Chu Minghan seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant. He rubbed his face and said, “I did it.”

Now that the matter has come to this, Chu Minghan broke the jar and said everything that should be said and shouldn’t be said. “It was me who sent people to stoke the fire, and it was also me who sent people to tamper with Tuoba Lan’s anti-fetal medicine. But I don’t understand why Feng Chilie is still alive and growing up healthily!”

“Father, you…” Chu Qingyi looked at him disappointedly. She could no longer say the following words. She didn’t know what she could say.

Tan Chuyan turned his head and threw the sword in his hand on the ground.

He lowered his head, smiled silently, and thought to himself: Could it be, there was no royal family with a clean corner?

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At this moment, chaos reigned inside and outside the palace. Feng Chilie led the Wolf Eagle Cavalry to break through the mysterious army’s blockade, staining his clothes and face with blood during the fight. When he reached the palace door with a long spear, he overheard Chu Minghan’s words, freezing everyone in the night.

With some guesses confirmed, people could no longer pretend to be ignorant.

“Second brother,” Chu Yilian sat up high, quickly noticing Feng Chilie. He waved his hand, saying, “You came back a little slow, and you almost missed what father said.”

All attention shifted to Feng Chilie. Chu Minghan’s gaze shifted between Chu Yilian and Feng Chilie, finally settling on Chu Yilian: “What did you call him?”

“Second brother,” Chu Yilian said, “Oh,” as if he suddenly understood. “I forgot that my father didn’t know what happened back then.”

“I am a kind-hearted person. Let me tell my father about it.” Chu Yilian walked up to Chu Minghan and said word by word, “Back then, when the late queen was about to die, she had someone carry His Highness to escape from the sea of fire, and they went to the old general for help. That day, they happened to meet the general’s wife. She was giving birth prematurely, so the old general used a stillborn fetus that was already dead to pretend to be His Highness. This way, you still believed that His Highness really died in the fire.”

“Impossible!” Chu Minghan exclaimed. “The fire is so big; it’s impossible for someone to throw the stillborn child in!”

“Yes, indeed, no one can throw a child in during a fire,” Chu Yilian said. “But Father, do you really think everyone is a fool? Why couldn’t the person who changed the child find another place to burn the stillborn baby first? When the fire is smaller, we can take advantage of the chaos to throw it in?”

“I don’t believe!” Chu Minghan met Feng Chilie’s eyes, full of hatred, and said loudly. “I don’t believe it!”

“Believe it or not, it was you who personally sent the woman you loved most to hell, and it was you who personally cut off the loyalty of the courtiers around you. On the surface, you seem to have infinite wisdom, but you have the filthiest heart in the world. You have to cover your evilness with a layer of hypocrisy woven out of benevolence! You – deserve to be utterly defeated!”

After saying this in one breath, Chu Yilian turned around and walked to Feng Chilie, pointing at the throne with disgust. “Second brother, that position belongs to you, I don’t care about it.” He glanced at Chu Minghan, who had a somewhat intelligent look, and retreated. He took off his official uniform and hat, wearing only a white undershirt. “I hate him, and I hate this place full of calculations and hatred. I want to leave here and go to a clean new world.”

After he finished speaking, he walked around Feng Chilie and walked out resolutely. Behind him was Chu Minghan’s crazy voice.

Chu Minghan messed up his clothes and hair, repeating the words “I don’t believe it” in his mouth.

Not only did he not believe it, but Feng Chilie didn’t believe it either.

But now, they could only believe it.

The dream he had for twenty-five years shattered in an instant. The Chu Minghan who cared so much about him was a fake. The real Chu Minghan was ruthless, killing his wife and children and committing all kinds of evil.

Being nice to him was just to control the Wolf Eagle Cavalry. Even allowing Chu Qingyi to participate in the battle for the crown prince was not at all because of doting on her. In the final analysis, it was to get him and the sword in his hand so that Jing Kingdom could have a foothold in the chaotic world.

How ridiculous, everything was fake.

Feng Chilie’s vision blurred, and he couldn’t help crying.

Tan Chuyan walked up to him, stepped on his feet, and kissed his pain.

At this time, the chaotic shouts of the palace maids and eunuchs started again.

“Your Majesty!”

“Your Highness, the Seventh Prince!”

Tan Chuyan glanced numbly outside the palace, then turned to look inside the palace.

He pulled the hair tie, covered Feng Chilie’s eyes, and led him out.

Feng Chilie squeezed Tan Chuyan’s hand and called his name in a hoarse voice: “Yanyan.”

“Yes,” Tan Chuyan shook his hand back. “I’m here.”

Feng Chilie’s voice choked up, pitifully. He said: “I don’t have a home anymore.”

“Yes,” Tan Chuyan stopped, kissed his cold lips, and continued to lead him forward. “From now on, I am your home.”

“Yes.” Feng Chilie responded like a child and followed him towards the unknown direction.

All the things in the past were shackles. From now on, they would live for themselves and tear apart this rotten world with their hands.

‘Go and don’t look back. Even if it hurts their head and heart.’

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In the winter of twenty-fifth year of Yonghe, in Jing Kingdom.

The seventh prince, Chu Yilian, committed suicide under the moonlight, his plain clothes was stained with blood.

In the same year and season, King Chu Minghan hit the pillar and died, holding a knotted hair in his hand.