The General Who Only Knows How to Spoil His Beloved and Write Stories 67

Chapter 67: A Debt of Love (End)

When the song ended, Princess Wanting bit her lower lip and looked at Xiao Zijun with anger in her eyes.

With his daughter having failed, the King of Lanjia had no reason to force the marriage, and was even so embarrassed he didn’t know what to say.

“This dance was originally difficult. Princess Wanting has worked hard. Reward her with ten bolts of silk, five dou of pearls, and a box of gold!” Ruan Chengren was very pleased and also gave the King of Lanjia a way to save face.

Who in the hall didn’t know the inside story, and who couldn’t see the undercurrents? They were just playing deaf and dumb.

After the banquet was over, Minister Xiao was stopped by a colleague for a few words. Xiao Zijun was thinking of leaving and going back to his manor first, but he was also stopped.

He was stunned and saw Zhuo Fang standing before him.

He was a head taller than him, and Xiao Zijun had to look up slightly to meet his eyes.

“Thank you for just now.”

“It was just a small effort,” Xiao Zijun smiled.

“You’re very good-looking. I like you very much.”

“…Huh?”

“I have to thank you properly. I’ll come to the Xiao manor to pick you up tomorrow. Shall I take you to Keyue Lou for something to eat?”

“…Ah?”

Keyue Lou is said to be very expensive… Xiao Zijun swallowed, not quite understanding his intentions. First, he said he was good-looking, and then he invited him to eat?

Since he didn’t understand, he asked.

“Because I’m very interested in you,” Zhuo Fang said with a serious expression.

“…”

Th-th-that’s too honest!

Xiao Zijun was so scared he ran away.

Hearing this, Mu Linglong asked curiously, “So did you go to that teahouse with him the next day?”

Xiao Zijun blushed and said in a small voice, “I went…”

Mu Linglong laughed out loud.

“And then you two slowly got together, right?”

“Yes,” Xiao Zijun said. “Later, my family suffered a devastating disaster. It was Brother Zhuo who saved me, took care of me, and helped me walk out of the pain of losing my family. To me, he is my world.”

“What about you? You and Alliance Chief Shen are also childhood friends, right?”

That’s how it’s written in the storybooks.

“Yes,” Mu Linglong said. “I was the one who liked him first. At the beginning, he seemed to dislike me very much and wasn’t nice to me. But one day, his whole personality changed. He was no longer ruthless and became close to me. I don’t know the reason, but as long as we can be together, that’s all that matters.”

Just as they were speaking, the sound of firecrackers came from outside the door.

“The groom is here to welcome the bride!”

“Shall we go out?” Mu Linglong asked.

“Mm.”

Xiao Zijun was currently at the old Xiao family residence, and Zhuo Fang was going to take him to the Zhuo manor. Although the two had been living together for many years, the ceremony was still necessary.

When they reached the gate of the manor, they saw Zhuo Fang on a fine horse, holding out a large hand to him.

Xiao Zijun looked up. He was looking at him with a gentle expression. Behind him was an endless sea of red.

He smiled and took his hand, just as he had taken the helping hand Qi Xiao had extended to him all those years ago. Because as long as he held this hand, he was holding happiness, holding the rest of his life.

After the welcoming of the bride and the wedding ceremony came the banquet. Everyone had a great time. Zhuo Fang also set a time with Qi Xiao for the two of them to have another competition. They hadn’t settled the score on the battlefield that day! But this time, the competition would not be on the battlefield, but accompanied by wine and moonlight.

Then, the wedding night.

Zhuo Fang took off Xiao Zijun’s inner robe and, looking at the already scabbed wound on his left arm, he said in a low voice, “Zijun, I owe you so much…”

“No,” Xiao Zijun said. “I’m the one who owes you so much. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have survived at all.”

“We both owe each other so much,” Zhuo Fang smiled. “Then… let’s use the rest of our lives to repay it.”

“Mm.”

A debt of love, it cannot be cut, and it is a tangled mess. A debt of love, it cannot be repaid, and it cannot be explained.