Marrying a Disabled General and be His Wife

Tan Chuyan finished what he wanted to do, and he galloped all the way.

Three days later, Tan Chuyan and Feng Chilie successfully met in Pingchuan and continued their journey to Jing Kingdom.

Logically speaking, Tan Chuyan should have been happy after he successfully accomplished what he wanted to do, but his brows did not relax since he stepped into Pingchuan.

Feng Chilie didn’t like to see Tan Chuyan frowning, so he raised his head and stroked his eyebrows. “What are you thinking about? You look worried.”

“I was thinking about who helped me. No one came to chase me along the way to kill me.” Tan Chuyan took Feng Chilie’s hand and poked the thick calluses in his palm.

After practicing spears for many years, the calluses on Feng Chilie’s palms were much rougher than those of a sword wielder. Every time they made love, Feng Chilie always liked to use these calloused hands to gently caress his back, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

Feng Chilie held Tan Chuyan’s finger. “Who do you think it could be?”

“I’ve eliminated everyone, and only Tuoba Rou is left,” Tan Chuyan said. “But I can’t figure out why she would want to help me; in a sense, I am her love rival and enemy. Wouldn’t she be happy if I died?”

“She would indeed be happy if you died, but,” Feng Chilie changed the topic, “all this is based on a premise. If she is still the favored Princess Changle, she really wants you to die, so that she will have a reason to continue to marry me. But now Tuoba Rou is almost in a desperate situation, having not only lost Liao Xibo, but is also being ostracized in Cui Yuanqing’s camp. So now she just wants to fulfill one wish—to live with dignity.”

Tan Chuyan pulled Feng Chili’s finger and raised his eyebrows. “You seem to know her very well.”

Feng Chilie was startled by this sharp tone and couldn’t help but laugh. “So, are you jealous now?”

“Yeah, almost jealous to death.” Tan Chuyan pushed Feng Chilie hard with one hand, trying to push him off the carriage.

However, Feng Chilie’s martial arts skills were so good that he grabbed his wrist with his backhand, then used the force of the carriage to sit back up, and pulled him into his arms.

Tan Chuyan pushed him, glanced into the carriage, and whispered, “Let me sit down! There is elderly here!”

Feng Chilie held on the carriage with one hand. “What are you afraid of? We are outside, she couldn’t see us.”

Tan Chuyan said, “What if someone passes by?”

“No one will.” Feng Chilie pinched the soft flesh on Tan Chuyan’s waist and said, “Since the day when the Jing Kingdom was in chaos, basically no one walks on this path. After so many things, this path is completely deserted. Look,” Feng Chilie raised his chin towards the roadside, “the weeds have grown so high.”

Prudent and cautious, they did not take the official road on their way back but chose a small road.

Tan Chuyan couldn’t defeat Feng Chilie, so he simply gave up.

His body softened, and he found a comfortable position to nestle in Feng Chilie’s arms.

It was a pity that someone was dishonest and kept scratching his palm.

Disturbed by the scratching, Tan Chuyan gave him a fierce look. “Stop scratching!”

Feng Chilie turned a deaf ear and squeezed his fingers tightly, finally turning him over to look at him.

“What are you looking at?” Tan Chuyan felt that he was acting strange, as if he were looking for something.

Feng Chilie tapped his fingertips. “I’m curious why you don’t have calluses on your hands.”

People who were skilled in swordsmanship usually had calluses on their hands, but Tan Chuyan was an exception. His palms were smooth and flat, still soft when pinched, unlike those who wielded swords or spears.

“There’s nothing to be curious about.” Tan Chuyan held Feng Chilie with his backhand. “I’m different from you. You’ve been living in a military camp since you were a child. It’s no wonder you have thick callouses, but I live in a palace surrounded by red walls and green tiles.”

“Even if Tan Hongyun doesn’t care about me, I am still his son and have the right to inherit the throne. If the concubines with sons in the palace knew I was learning swordsmanship, they would definitely spare no effort to get rid of me.”

“So, every time after practicing the sword, I scraped off the calluses on my hands bit by bit with a knife,” Tan Chuyan said calmly. “This way, it won’t attract their attention.”

After a long silence, Feng Chilie asked two words: “Does it hurt?”

“I’m used to it,” Tan Chuyan said. “Actually, even if I didn’t shave the calluses at the time, it wouldn’t have been much better.”

Tan Chuyan recalled, “Before I was seven years old, I had never seen a charcoal fire in the palace, so I had severe frostbite on my hands. It was fine in summer, but in winter, my hands would swell. To hide myself better, I only learned swordsmanship from my master in winter and studied books in other seasons.”

This was the first time Tan Chuyan shared his childhood with Feng Chilie. Feng Chilie felt an indescribable mix of distress and remorse.

“No,” Feng Chilie kissed his earlobe. “I will never let Yanyan suffer from the cold in the future.”

Tan Chuyan softly replied “hmm” and closed his eyes. “Hold me tight; I want to take a nap.”

“Of course.”

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They traveled on the path for five days and finally returned to Tianyou City, the capital of Jing Kingdom.

In the past, Tianyou City was bustling with activity day and night, with merchants eagerly drawing in customers and people gathering in teahouses to discuss the past and present.

Now, however, Tianyou City resembled a lifeless wasteland. The doors and windows on both sides of the street were tightly closed, and the air was heavy with the strong scent of dust and herbs.

Tan Chuyan felt a sense of foreboding.

As the carriage arrived at the palace, they were stopped by hooded guards with drawn weapons.

Feng Chilie showed his token, and the guard put away his weapon and allowed them to proceed.

They did not hurry to leave. Tan Chuyan jumped off the carriage and asked, “What happened to Tianyou City while we were away?”

The guard was silent for a moment, his eyes suddenly turning red. “Answering the young master, three days ago an epidemic broke out in Tianyou City, and many people died.”

Tan Chuyan’s face paled at the mention of the epidemic. He knew all too well how high the mortality rate of these type of disease was.

Back then, the wet nurse who raised him had died of an epidemic. If she hadn’t given him all the medicine she saved, he wouldn’t have been able to withstand the epidemic and would have died long ago.

Tan Chuyan bit his lip hard. “How are the patients being cared for?”

The guard replied, “The second young master acted decisively, asking those who were not infected to stay home and not venture out, while all the sick people were gathered in the academy.”

This strategy could minimize the scope of infection and was a wise decision.

Tan Chuyan said nothing. He and Feng Chilie exchanged glances, then turned the carriage around and went to the general’s mansion built by Feng Chilie.

The general’s mansion was invisibly sealed off since he left.

Judging from Feng Libai’s temperament, he would not have set foot there without Feng Chilie’s permission.

As expected, the courtyard door of the general’s mansion was tightly closed, and the door bolt was covered in dust.

Tan Chuyan blew away the dust, pushed open the door of the general’s mansion, and then unloaded the people from the carriage.

After all, the real owner of the general’s mansion was Feng Chilie. Under his guidance, Tan Chuyan moved Master Jing’an to the side courtyard, set up her bedding himself, and let her rest first.

Regarding personal care, Tan Chuyan didn’t have much time to discuss it. After confirming that Uncle Fu and Tianbao were not infected, he discussed with Feng Chilie and transferred the two people to take care of Master Jing’an.

However, only Tianbao arrived in the end.

Due to Uncle Fu’s exceptional medical skills, Feng Libai asked him to gather all the medical experts in Jing Kingdom to study ways to combat the epidemic as soon as it broke out, so he truly couldn’t get away.

Fortunately, Master Jing’an was not a picky person. She happily accepted the arrangements and instructed Tan Chuyan and the others not to waste too much time on her. The most important thing was to address the immediate problem first.

Tan Chuyan accepted Master Jing’an’s instructions, settled the others, and then entered the palace with Feng Chilie without delay.