Marrying a Disabled General and be His Wife

The heaven finally stood on their side for once.

Three days later, Baili Chengzhi regained consciousness.

However, before Tan Chuyan could ask anything, he grabbed Tan Chuyan’s arm and said in a hoarse voice, “Please, please save my mother…”

What could happen to Feng Mingyuan?

The Feng Family Army in her hands was fully capable of protecting itself, and there was no news from Cui Yuanqing about crossing the river, so Feng Mingyuan was even less likely to be in danger.

Besides, even if Cui Yuanqing wanted to cross the river to deal with Feng Mingyuan, he would have to first solve the hidden danger; otherwise, he would easily be attacked from both sides.

Tan Chuyan really couldn’t figure out what kind of danger Feng Mingyuan was in.

And Baili Chengzhi’s next tearful words left Tan Chuyan in shock for a long time.

After all his calculations, Tan Chuyan never expected that Feng Mingyuan would collude with Cui Yuanqing in order to eliminate them!

She lured the wolf into the house, set herself on fire, and ultimately burned herself.

As soon as he entered the south of the Yangtze River, Cui Yuanqing went back on his word. With the help of the heavy troops sent by the Xiyi people, he broke down the palace gate and slaughtered the Feng Family Army in the cruellest way.

After the fall of Dayong Dynasty, Cui Yuanqing did not choose to kill them, but imprisoned them and humiliated and tortured them every day.

Of course, it was easy to break through Dayong’s capital, but completely mastering Jiangnan did not happen overnight.

The remaining Feng Family troops fled to Zhao Kingdom, and then under the leadership of Mingzhao, they made the final struggle with the Zhao army.

However, it was difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, and after half a year of resistance, Cui Yuanqing succeeded in taking control of the entire Jiangnan with the support of Xiyi Prince Harik.

There was no doubt that their next goal was Tan Chuyan and Feng Chilie.

But Tan Chuyan couldn’t figure out why Baili Chengzhi didn’t write a letter to tell him in advance when such a big thing happened in Jiangnan. Even An-xiang Tower and Ling-han Pavilion didn’t get any news, as if they were at a standstill.

Tan Chuyan asked this question.

Baili Chengzhi said dejectedly, “We tried, but the news couldn’t spread at all. The dead soldiers of Xiyi were everywhere. All the spies sent by Mingzhao and I had their heads cut off. I wanted to spread the news through your network, but there was a traitor in Ling-han Pavilion in the south of the Yangtze River, and Cui Yuanqing destroyed it overnight. An-xiang Tower was also brought down.”

Tan Chuyan had heard about Xiyi’s dead soldier army, which was cultivated by Xiyi Prince Harik. It was precisely because of this trump card that Harik became the sole heir as the King of Xiyi.

According to reliable rumors, Harik’s brothers were all killed by the dead soldiers. When the King of Xiyi heard about this, not only was he not angry, but he praised Harik.

The Xiyi language was obscure and difficult to understand, but the general meaning was still understandable.

Most of them praised Harik as a qualified heir to the throne who would not be tied down by worldly emotions.

It was not unusual for the King of Xiyi to say such a thing, because he also walked this path, stepping on the bones of his blood relatives to claim the coveted position.

And he was even more ruthless than Harik, not even sparing his sisters.

Inexplicably, Tan Chuyan thought of Chu Minghan.

In order to consolidate his throne, he allowed fire to engulf his wife and children, and also killed his most loyal subordinates.

And the moment his hypocritical mask was taken off, he resolutely killed himself.

Tan Chuyan once thought about whether Chu Minghan could continue to live in the world.

But he found that there was no such possibility.

Because Chu Minghan cared too much about his reputation. Otherwise, if he was as bad as Tan Hongyun, there would be no need to painstakingly manage his image as a wise king and holy master.

If Chu Minghan chose to survive, the world’s evaluation of him would definitely be one-sided, and it would also be written into the history books.

If there were peace and prosperity, Chu Minghan could suppress this matter with force and leave only positive comments in the history books.

But bad luck, he was born in troubled times; how could the Baili Ronghua miss such content?

She would definitely make sure to write it down into the history books, and she might even exaggerate.

In order to save his reputation, Chu Minghan had no choice but to commit suicide. This would at least prove that he was a man of good intentions and just made a mistake that most rulers would make.

In the end, after thousands of years, no one would find out the king’s fault.

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Leaving the courtyard where Baili Chengzhi was recuperating, Feng Chilie looked sideways at Tan Chuyan: “What were you thinking about just now?”

Tan Chuyan paused for a moment: “I was thinking about Chu Minghan.”

“What are you thinking about him for?” Feng Chilie frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.

“It’s nothing,” Tan Chuyan said, “I just couldn’t help but want to hate him.”

Although Chu Minghan had his own reasons for doing those things, Tan Chuyan couldn’t forgive him.

As a father, he caused Feng Chilie to go through many hardships and lose his identity and glory. At the same time, he also made Feng Chilie, a man who should have been wanton and indulgent, become a notorious King of Hell.

However, Feng Chilie himself didn’t care about this.

His voice rolled deep in his throat and he laughed: “Actually, I am very grateful to Chu Minghan. If it weren’t for him, how could I be where I am now?”

If he had not been transferred to another identity and successfully escaped from the sea of fire, Chu Minghan would have surely indulged him greatly.

In the eyes of outsiders, it was compensation for the loss of his mother.

But all the princes and generals with some brains knew that this was a big taboo.

People in the royal family should be self-restrained and cautious. If they were indulged and spoiled, they would only raise a useless person who, when unaware if they said something wrong and might be framed to death. The lightest punishment they would be demoted to common people, but for the worst, they would be tortured and executed.

Chu Yiheng was the best example. Chu Minghan doted on him, and Baili Ronghua also doted on him. In the end, they only cultivated a person with romantic thoughts.

Rather than becoming such a person, Feng Chilie preferred himself as he was today.

Although he was involved in the vortex of power struggle, he was not powerless. He had the ability to protect the people he loved, and he was also capable of fighting hard.

Tan Chuyan understood the truth, but some emotions were uncontrollable. He said the words in the most pale and feeble tone: “I know.”

Feng Chilie nodded and stretched out his hand: “Do you know what my biggest wish is?”

“What?” Tan Chuyan put his hand on Feng Chilie’s.

“I used to have no desires and no ambitions. I just wanted to escape from the center of the power struggle.” Feng Chilie led him toward the military camp: “Now I want to fight, but I am not fighting for the temptation of overwhelming power. I am fighting for you.”

Something in Tan Chuyan’s heart vibrated fiercely: “For me?”

“Yes.” Feng Chilie glanced at Nama hovering in the sky and revealed his feelings: “I don’t know when it started, but I want you to be preserve like immortal, to leave the strongest mark in the history books, and to be remembered by everyone.”

Life only lasted a hundred years, but historical songs would continue with the endless years.

He wanted the person he loved to be remembered forever.

Tan Chuyan stared blankly at Feng Chilie’s straight back, his vision slightly blurred, and a crystal teardrop fell from the tip of his nose, containing all his love.