Marrying a Disabled General and be His Wife

The sky was foggy in the vast Chutian River, and it was snowing non-stop.

The chaos in Jing Kingdom caught everyone by surprise. The scandals spread from the palace became the talk of the people after dinner, and became more and more intense.

Even so, no one came out to stop the current situation because the entire Jing Kingdom fell into chaos.

The eldest princess Chu Qingyi was missing.

The Third Highness, Chu Yiling, and the Queen were in tit-for-tat for the throne. The Fifth Highness, Chu Yiheng, was drinking and having fun in the brothel all day long. The body of the Seventh Highness was thrown into a mass grave where the smell was overwhelming, while Chu Minghan’s body was hastily buried.

Everything seemed like a farce, and this farce lasted for nearly half a month and finally ended with Chu Yiling’s death.

Thinking about it, how could Chu Yiling defeat Baili Ronghua who had someone behind her? Everything he did was like hitting a stone with an egg.

When Jing Kingdom fell into the hands of Baili Ronghua, it actually fell into the hands of Feng Mingyuan, but Feng Mingyuan couldn’t be happy because this was not the result she wanted.

The chaos in the Jing Kingdom disrupted almost all of Feng Mingyuan’s plans. She originally wanted to win over Tuoba Lan, but now not only has she failed to win over, but she had also acquired a burden that she couldn’t throw away.

Fortunately, Cui Yuanqing, that eunuch had no chance to win over Tuoba Lan because the person who finally rescued Tuoba Lan was neither her nor Cui Yuanqing’s people but Feng Chengjian.

However, judging from the current situation, if Feng Mingyuan wanted to suppress Cui Yuanqing, she must draw Feng Chilie into her camp; otherwise, it would only create a situation of confrontation.

But the problem was ever since the chaos on New Year’s Eve, Feng Chilie had disappeared as if he had evaporated from the world, and all the Wolf Eagle Cavalry had been hidden, making it impossible for anyone to find him.

But even if Feng Mingyuan wanted to turn her hair gray, she would never expect that Feng Chilie had just been taken into Dayong Palace to discuss matters.

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After New Year’s Eve, Feng Chilie fell seriously ill. Although he had recovered now, he still looked sickly.

Not long after he fell ill, Baili Ronghua followed Feng Mingyuan’s orders and searched for people all over the city.

Tan Chuyan knew very well what Feng Mingyuan was planning; she just wanted Feng Chilie to be the sword in her hand and suppress Cui Yuanqing severely.

There was no way he could let Feng Mingyuan succeed, so he sent a message to Baili Chengzhi, hoping that this righteous emperor could give them some help.

Baili Chengzhi seemed to have been prepared for it. Only half a day after his news spread, someone came to pick them up.

This guy was a bit unexpected.

Lan Yue, the personal maid beside Chu Qingyi, took off the women’s clothes and put on some neat-looking men’s clothes.

Tan Chuyan was a bit afraid to admit it, this person was last seen in Jing Kingdom and now he was with the Great Yong.

Lan Yue gave an exotic salute to the two of them: “Greetings, Your Highnesses.”

Feng Chilie had seen this kind of salute before – in Zhao Kingdom.

“Are you from Zhao Kingdom?” he asked.

Lan Yue smiled and said nothing, and just made a gesture of invitation for them to get on the carriage.

After hesitating for a moment, Feng Chilie went up.

Seeing that there was no resistance, Tan Chuyan breathed a sigh of relief. He had imagined countless scenarios in which Feng Chilie refused to cooperate, but fortunately, the expected thing did not happen.

The official road leading from Jing Kingdom to Great Yong was covered with thick snow, and no one had cleared it yet. The carriage made a creaking sound as it pressed against it. Lan Yue listened to the sounds inside the carriage indifferently.

Lan Yue thought: ‘I really don’t treat them as an outsider.’

However, even being an outsider was useless; he now knew more than these two people.

“Who is Lan Yue? Why are you here?” Feng Chilie was full of doubts. He couldn’t wait to know the answer: “Also, what is the relationship between you and Baili Chengzhi?!”

Tan Chuyan also was a bit confusing. Ever since he learned from Feng Chengjian that the other two people behind Ling-han Pavilion were actually the Emperor Great Yong Baili Chengzhi and King Zhao Shang Mingzhao, he had been in contact with these two people.

To be precise, they contacted him unilaterally because most of the time Baili Chengzhi and Shang Mingzhao did not reply to his letters, and would only pay attention to him when the situation was particularly urgent, such as the last time he was threatened by Tuoba Lan.

At that time, Baili Chengzhi sent him a message, telling him that there was no need to save Tuoba Lan; they had their arrangements, and his identity would not be exposed, but no one could know about it.

Of course, Tan Chuyan didn’t know what the arrangement Baili Chengzhi said at the time, and he would never agree if it was at the cost of destroying the Jing Kingdom.

But now, it was too late to talk about this. Everything that should happen and shouldn’t happen had happened.

Seeing that Tan Chuyan didn’t speak, Feng Chilie frowned and called him: “Yanyan?”

Tan Chuyan came back to his senses, looked at him complicatedly, and rubbed his forehead: “Let me think about what I should do. Where can I tell you?”

After thinking for a long time, Tan Chuyan opened the curtain of the carriage, glanced at the mountains in the distance, and said slowly: “The purpose of establishing Ling-han Pavilion and An-xiang Tower is not simple. They exist to overthrow Great Yong. The first people who took the lead in establishing it were my teacher and Baili Chengzhi. Old General Feng and King Zhao later joined.”

“To overthrow Great Yong, they must find the right person to be the new king, that is, the sword holder. I was the one chosen at first, but my teacher felt sorry for me, so he changed my identity in this plan, and then the newly chosen sword bearer became you.”

Tan Chuyan turned to look at him. Feng Chilie was stunned but let him continued: “But Old General Feng saw that this was not your wish, so he set his sights on the eldest princess. If she is the sword holder, you will not be able to stand idly by and watch even if you resist this matter.”

“As for Lan Yue,” Tan Chuyan’s voice paused, “I only found out recently that he was a dead soldier sent by Baili Chengzhi to protect the sword holder.”