After Transmigration, Her Whole Family Are Villains

At the border.

The war continues.

For some inexplicable reason, these barbarian enemies always die with resentment on their faces.

It's baffling.

You were the ones who attacked us in the first place.

Yet when you're defeated and die, you still harbor grudges.

What right do you have to complain?

You started the trouble, yet you act aggrieved - what nonsense.

Life at the border is harsh, extremely harsh, but the soldiers' hearts burn with passion, and they remain spirited each day.

Fight, fight, fight.

On New Year's Day, the first day of the lunar year.

The enemy launched a fierce attack with reckless abandon.

It's rather inauspicious - perhaps they don't celebrate the New Year.

At home during New Year's, people won't even sweep away garbage.

Here, Lord Jiang said that seeing red is auspicious - a sign of prosperity for the entire year.

Kill, kill, kill.

This army grows stronger with each battle.

When they first arrived, there was General Meng and Meng Young General.

Now there's General Meng and Old General Meng.

Old Meng retired on the spot.

A person can't stay idle - once idle, all sorts of ailments surface: rheumatic legs, twisted back, headaches, body aches.

He still wanted to go to the battlefield, but his body truly wouldn't allow it.

He probably couldn't even hold the reins while riding, falling from horseback would be even worse.

Previously, he'd pushed through on sheer willpower, ignoring various ailments, gritting his teeth to endure.

Some civil officials even accused Old General Meng of clinging to power.

What nonsense about clinging to power.

Not living in a mansion, not embracing his wife, guarding the border for decades, enduring wind and sun daily, facing mortal danger at every moment - would you want such a "blessing"?

The Meng family's single line of descent had another reason - how could wives conceive when their husbands were away fighting wars?

If a husband is away fighting for six years and his wife gives birth to three children, whose surname should the children take?

Some civil officials came to the border too, but they couldn't stay long and fled - faster than the enemy.

Old Meng roasted sweet potatoes in the camp, able to say with a clear conscience that he had lived up to heaven's expectations, the emperor's trust, and the Meng family ancestors.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The horn sounded again.

Another charge began.

Old Meng tried to stand up to look, but couldn't - his legs hurt, and he fell back onto his bed.

Never mind, never mind.

It's a young person's world now; he couldn't understand it anymore. Better to focus on recovery.

Actually, he only had minor injuries - previously he would have pushed through them.

It wasn't that it didn't hurt before; he just knew there was no one else, so he had to fight.

Now suddenly his body became delicate, quite cleverly knowing it could act up at this time.

General Meng and Lord Jiang galloped together on horseback.

Although Meng Shaoxia knew his brother-in-law Jiang Feng was better at martial arts than himself, he still said, "I'll lead the charge; you command from the rear."

Meng Shaoxia felt that if it weren't for him, Jiang Feng probably wouldn't need to be here.

As the princess's grandson, he could surely develop well in the capital.

His brother-in-law volunteered because he was worried about him.

Even if something happened to himself, his brother-in-law couldn't be harmed.

Besides, he felt he was only good at fighting, nothing else. If anything happened to him, with Brother Feng looking after things, his family should be fine.

War was cruel like this anyway, with the threat of death always present.

There was no escape.

Moreover, Brother Feng had a fiancée waiting for him, not yet married.

He himself had a wife and children; if someone had to die, he should go first.

Of course, best not to die at all.

Meng Shaoxia was glad he came to replace his grandfather.

His grandfather, who seemed invincible in his eyes, was actually a thin old man covered in scars once he took off his armor. At his age, ordinary elderly men would be enjoying their retirement at home.

Yet his grandfather still had to go to battle.

He grew up quickly.

It wasn't about seizing military power; he just hoped to establish himself soon, replace his grandfather, and let him rest.

His two children were very lovely; he hoped his grandfather could go back to hold them.

The wind was strong at the border.

Words would be blown away by the wind.

"Fine. You must return alive, or I'll have my sister remarry and change your children's surnames."

Meng Shaoxia's body twisted awkwardly, nearly falling from his horse.

The thought of that scenario was somewhat frightening.

Considering how protective his father-in-law and mother-in-law were of their children, it was actually possible.

But A'Yu would definitely be unwilling, would wait foolishly, so he must return.

"Hya!"

Whipping the horse forward.

The cold wind was bitter.

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The final battle.

When that time comes, they would return in triumph.

The soldiers pressed forward fearlessly.

Today was New Year's, and the battle continued. Lord Jiang had said they would definitely be able to return home in the new year.

Watching the army advance, Jiang Feng, in the midst of the troops, thought that Miss Dong wouldn't need to alter her wedding dress anymore; she could definitely wear it in winter.

At the Dong family residence.

Minister Dong was deeply worried.

Watching his silly daughter excitedly describe the wonders of the banquet.

Minister Dong thought that his daughter's wedding dress might need to be altered again, perhaps even upgraded in grandeur.

He dared not think further - what kind of luck did his daughter have?