Marrying a Disabled General and be His Wife

The news about the bombing of Lingjiang Bridge spread at the same time as Chu Qingyi received Tan Chuyan’s letter. She opened the letter with complicated emotions.

She hadn’t seen Tan Chuyan or Feng Chilie for three months since the chaos in the Jing Kingdom.

Although they wrote to her frequently, she never replied to any of them.

Chu Qingyi truly didn’t know how to face these two people. To put it another way, or more accurately, she couldn’t accept the truth.

Chu Qingyi really didn’t want to believe that her father, whom she had respected for more than twenty years, turned out to be an in-and-out hypocrite.

For the sake of his status and power, he could watch his wife and children being killed.

If she were not a woman, would Chu Minghan treat her like this?

Chu Qingyi didn’t know, and didn’t even want to think about the answer.

But the answers to these things were already self-evident, and Chu Minghan indeed owed a lot to the Feng family and Feng Chilie.

Now thinking about Chu Minghan’s consent to her participation in the crown prince’s battle, Chu Qingyi realized that this matter was not simple.

Chu Minghan said he made such a decision because he loved her. But it was clearly forced by the situation.

If Chu Yiheng inherited the throne of the Jing Kingdom, then the efforts their ancestors would be in vain. The Jing Kingdom would be swallowed up by the great mediocrity. If Chu Yiling inherited the throne, Feng Chilie would definitely not assist him. Sooner or later, the Jing Kingdom would be shattered.

After much thought, Chu Qingyi was the only candidate.

For the sake of Jing Kingdom’s foundation, Chu Minghan had no choice but to compromise.

He was afraid of the Feng family, but he had to rely on the Feng family.

But after he calculated everything, it was all in vain.

The Jing Kingdom was in chaos, and Chu Minghan committed suicide.

That night, even if Chu Minghan didn’t kill himself, he could no longer be the king. No one was willing to accept a hypocritical king. Killing himself might still save him a little favor.

Still, his crimes could not be concealed.

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Chu Qingyi finished reading the letter in her hand. She lit the oil lamp and placed the letter on it and burned it to ashes.

Lan Yue looked at her actions and frowned, “Princess, if you keep delaying, you really won’t have a chance.”

Chu Qingyi knew this very well. If she kept dragging it out, Dayong Dynasty would be cannibalized by Cui Yuanqing sooner or later.

But did it really make sense for her to continue cooperating with Tan Chuyan?

To be honest, Chu Qingyi almost wanted to give up.

She didn’t want to experience something like this again, but if she continued, there was nothing she could do to stop it.

After all, human nature was the hardest to guess. How many people could resist the temptation of power?

Even Chu Qingyi herself couldn’t guarantee anything.

But if she really gave up, she would really feel sorry for Tan Chuyan.

She was the one who was eager for his talent in the beginning, but now she was the one who backed down first. People couldn’t do that.

Chu Qingyi slowly closed her eyes and waved to Lan Yue, “I’m tired, go down and make arrangements.”

Lan Yue’s eyes stayed on Chu Qingyi’s body for a moment, and then he pursed his lips tightly. He got up, turned around, and left decisively.

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The five days of preparation time passed by in the blink of an eye, and everyone was curious about what arrangements Tan Chuyan had made.

At nightfall, Tan Chuyan gave an order, and five warships rushed out of the water toward the observation tower set up by Cui Yuanqing.

At that time, fifteen cargo ships loaded with supplies set out from the most turbulent part of the river.

Tan Chuyan followed the warship.

He stood on the bow of the boat facing the still cold night wind, surrounded by straw men as tall as him.

Feng Chilie approved a cloak for him: “It’s a good strategy, but it’s also very bold.”

“Although wealth can be found in danger, I’m also a little scared.” Tan Chuyan leaned back, and he touched the generous and strong chest. Then he turned around and hugged Feng Chilie’s waist, praying softly, “God, bless me to succeed.”

“I’m not a god,” Feng Chilie smiled bitterly, and touched Tan Chuyan’s soft hair, “What should I pray for?”

“No, you are.” Tan Chuyan looked up at him, his beautiful eyebrows dyed rich by the moonlight, and he kissed Feng Chilie’s chin, “You are the only one I believe in.”

Feng Chilie was stunned, “How can you believe in me so much?”

“What? What I say right is right, so if I say you are then you are.” Tan Chuyan stretched out his hand and rubbed Feng Chilie’s pricking the chin, “It’s time to shave, Ah Lie.”

Strange to say, the Xibo people had lived in a bitterly cold land for many years and were born with heavy hair. However, Tan Chuyan, who was half Xibo, was indeed an exception. His smooth body was like tender egg white, and ambiguous red marks appeared at the slightest touch.

In comparison, Feng Chilie looked more like a Xibo man, with thick and luxuriant hair, and his beard was shaved in the morning but felt prickly again at night.

Feng Chilie deliberately rubbed his chin on Tan Chuyan’s face and said, “When we get back, you can shave it for me.”

“Yes,” Tan Chuyan agreed, turned his head, and looked into the distance; he could already see the observation tower.

He patted Feng Chilie’s chest, “Go ahead, give the order, and give Chief General Cui a surprise.”

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Cui Yuanqing tossed and turned as his worries intensified.

As of today, it had been five days since the Lingjiang Bridge was bombed, but Dayong Dynasty had yet made any moves.

Cui Yuanqing didn’t know what kind of medicine they were selling in the gourd, so he could only set up watchtowers one after another in places where the water flow eased to prevent sneak attacks by the Feng family’s navy.

Unable to sleep, Cui Yuanqing blew out the oil lamp, walked to the table, and poured himself a cup of herbal tea.

But before the teacup could touch his lips, he was startled.

“Report——”

The soldier arrived before he could drink.

Cui Yuanqing closed his eyes to adjust his breathing, waited for someone to kneel in front of him, and asked with a sullen face, “What’s wrong?”

The soldier, sweating profusely, just returned from the river bank, “Back to the Chief General, the Feng family’s navy made a sneak attack!”

Cui Yuanqing stood up suddenly, “Go to the river and call Tuoba Rou!”

The soldier turned and left. Cui Yuanqing did not dare to waste time and immediately asked Eunuch Wu to prepare a carriage and headed to the river bank.