Marrying a Disabled General and be His Wife

Hongfeng Town Inn.

Tan Chuyan heard that the shopkeeper had only reserved one room and reminded, “Shopkeeper, I want two rooms.”

“Don’t worry, sir.” The shopkeeper smiled brightly. “There’s a mystery in Room No. 3 of Tianzi. Take a look first; if you’re not satisfied, I’ll change it for you.”

Tan Chuyan was suspicious and waited for the waiter to take them to Tianzi Pavilion on the third floor. Tan Chuyan looked at the sign hanging on the door curiously: Tianzi Room No. 2, Tianzi Room 2, Tianzi Room 3, Tianzi Room 5, Tianzi Room 6, but there was no Room 4.

When he pushed the door and entered Tianzi No. 3 room, there was indeed a mystery inside. There was actually another door inside.

The waiter smiled and explained, “Because many people are superstitious about the number ‘four,’ the shopkeeper combined room four with room three and installed a partition door in the middle. Take a look, and if you don’t like it, I’ll find the shopkeeper to change it for you two.”

“I like it, I like it very much.” Before Tan Chuyan could express his opinion, Feng Chilie directly confirmed the room with a wave of his hand. He called the waiter over and threw him a piece of silver.

“Go and run an errand. Buy us some medicine and gauze. Then boil two buckets of hot water and bring them over. Also, prepare two dinners.”

“Okay!” said the waiter. After putting the money away, he happily agreed.

When the waiter left, the pain and fatigue caused by the sword wound instantly swept over Tan Chuyan. He walked to the bed and laid down on his back, raising his hands to cover his eyes.

Feng Chilie also laid down tiredly, but he did not close his eyes and rest like Tan Chuyan. Instead, he stared straight at Tan Chuyan.

The person in front of him was breathing evenly, and the lips that had turned red due to kisses opened and closed. Feng Chilie raised his hand and slid it up along his delicate jawline, but before he could touch the soft lips, Tan Chuyan grabbed his hand, stopping him.

“General, don’t bother me. Let me rest for a while.” Tan Chuyan’s voice was full of weariness. “I’m almost exhausted to death because of your affairs.”

“I’ll listen to you, Yanyan.” Feng Yan Chilie retracted his hand sarcastically, hooked up the quilt to cover Tan Chuyan, and hugged Tan Chuyan with the quilt, patting his back. “Go to sleep; the waiter will get everything done in a while. I’ll wake you.”

Tan Chuyan said softly, “Yes,” then leaned into Feng Chilie’s arms, found a comfortable place, and fell asleep instantly.

Very strange.

Feng Chilie looked at Tan Chuyan at this moment and couldn’t imagine that he was the famous Young Master Yan.

After all, most of the world’s evaluations of Young Master Yan were negative.

Some people commented that he was neither treacherous nor business-minded. Others remarked that he was feminine and artificial. Of course, there were more comments about him being cruel and ruthless.

Feng Chilie admitted that he had similar thoughts about Young Master Yan, but most of them were positive. He believed that Tan Chuyan was calm, sober, and decisive when he assumed the role of Young Master Yan.

Such comments arose due to the tumultuous events when Tan Chuyan took control of Ling-han Pavilion. Typically, when a “new king” ascended the throne, they showed respect to senior elders and gradually replaced them with their own associates.

However, Tan Chuyan did not follow this convention. Instead, he chose to eliminate all those who opposed him. It led to a brutal outcome.

Feng Chilie recalled a seasoned opponent who managed to escape. Despite having people loyal to him, Tan Chuyan went to the Purity Sect to find the opponent to prevent future complications.

That night, Tan Chuyan appeared wearing a scarf, concealed in the darkness of the night, and spoke with a cold tone.

“Yan Lie,” Tan Chuyan said, “I need you to do me a favor.”

Feng Chilie stood beside him, his expression ghostly. “What’s the favor?”

Tan Chuyan handed him a portrait. “Make sure this man dies without a burial place!”

Upon unfolding the portrait, Feng Chilie was stunned. He recognized the man as having a significant position in Ling-han Pavilion.

“If I recall correctly, this should be an elder in the pavilion,” Feng Chilie said. “By killing him, aren’t you afraid of facing more opposition within the pavilion?”

“Those who oppose me will perish, and those who obey me will prosper,” Tan Chuyan retorted. “Besides, what’s the use of keeping such a traitor who relies on his old age? He’s nothing but trouble. It’s better to eliminate him directly.”

Feng Chilie frowned. “Aren’t you concerned? After his death, won’t more people turn against you?”

“No,” Tan Chuyan replied calmly. “I’ve mentioned before: those who go against me will perish, and those who follow me will prosper. He is the last one to die.”

In that moment, Feng Chilie felt a sense of horror.

“Kill them all, and how many old men will be left in Ling-han Pavilion willing to support you?” Feng Chilie expressed his worry. “Aren’t you afraid of being surrounded by enemies on all sides?”

“Am I a fool?” Tan Chuyan’s exposed eyes flashed with determination. “I understand how to govern people. Leaving these impure-minded individuals seeking power alive would be a disaster. If I don’t purge them all, I might be the one driven out and killed in the future.”

“I value my life greatly. I’ll never relinquish the right to decide life and death. The only person who can determine whether I live or die is myself.”

Tan Chuyan turned her head and looked at him, stars twinkling in his eyes. “Whether in the mud, struggling, or standing on the mountain where thousands admire me, I will firmly hold this life in my own hands.”