The General Who Only Knows How to Spoil His Beloved and Write Stories 55

Chapter 55: A Resounding Victory

The Sheng Luo army at the main gate was just a feint, so under Rong Feijun’s command, Langxuan won easily. The battle did not last long. And…

Rong Feijun looked at the captured Sheng Luo soldiers. A large portion of them were pale, their steps unsteady, and some even had purplish-blue lips, as if… they had been poisoned?

A guess flashed through his mind.

“Your Majesty!” Just as he was thinking, the commander of the imperial guards came to his side. “The south gate was breached due to the disparity in numbers! However, the King of Shahan sent a message saying that you need not worry. If he is defeated, he will present his head to you.”

Rong Feijun smiled helplessly and shook his head. If he really is defeated, I can’t possibly take his head. Always saying such unlucky things. He had the commander properly take the prisoners into custody, then mounted his horse and personally led a troop of men to the south gate.

I hope the situation at the south gate is alright…

And in fact, the situation was very good. Although the Sheng Luo men had crossed the city gate, they could not advance another inch.

Wulanbaer, however, was puzzled. Why are these Sheng Luo soldiers getting weaker and weaker as they fight? Their faces are pale, and the force of their attacks is also weakening.

Just then, Xuan Su suddenly let out a “wah” and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face contorted in pain as he bent over.

On the battlefield, it was either you die or I die. Swords had no eyes, and Wulanbaer was not some righteous man who fought fair. So, taking advantage of Xuan Su’s situation, he immediately swung his saber and cut off his head.

Blood gushed out, and Xuan Su’s body slowly slumped and fell to the ground.

A king of a generation, and this was it. No matter how noble the throne, in death, one eventually returns to dust.

Seeing their king dead, the Sheng Luo army was thrown into chaos. For a moment, they were a mess, and no matter how their generals tried to boost their morale, it was hopeless.

“Charge! Avenge our king! Occupy their land, kill their soldiers!”

But now, no one was listening.

The fearless and fierce fighting style of the Shahan people had already instilled fear in the Sheng Luo army. Even when injured, their attacks were not affected. They seemed to revel in the slaughter and war, and the savage grins on their faces even made the Sheng Luo army want to retreat immediately.

These people are not people, but ghosts!

They… they can’t be killed!

“Those who surrender will be treated with leniency!” Wulanbaer smiled. “Those who try to struggle will be fed to the wolves!”

The wolf pack let out heavy pants.

And so, as soon as his voice fell, the sound of swords clattering to the ground was heard all around.

When Rong Feijun arrived, this was the scene he saw… Wulanbaer’s tiger skin flew in the wind, his body stained with blood, holding the head of the King of Sheng Luo. Before him knelt a sea of Sheng Luo soldiers, and behind him were equally brave warriors and a banner that stood tall in the wind.

He was on horseback, looking down at the prisoners before him, an unruly, wicked smile on his lips.

Then, this conqueror dismounted and came before him, kneeling on one knee. “My Emperor, victory belongs to Shahan and Langxuan.”

Rong Feijun felt that he would never forget this scene. No matter how many years passed, it would still be as clear as it was today.

Good news was sent from both the capital and Xianju City at the same time. When Qi Xiao received the news of the victory in the capital, Rong Feijun also learned of the triumph in Xianju City. For a time, Langxuan was filled with celebration and cheers. These two battles became the talk of the town, with everyone saying how wise the Emperor was, how brave General Qi was, and how intelligent Master Fu was.

And besides these great figures of Langxuan, Wulanbaer’s name was also passed around among the common folk.

“I heard he’s the empress! My nephew who works in the palace said that the Emperor and Empress’s relationship is very good, and he is favored every night!”

“I heard that when Sheng Luo attacked the city that day, it was the empress who defended the south gate. The empress can also help the Emperor with state affairs. What a blessing!”

“Your views are too shallow! If you ask me, the alliance between Langxuan and Shahan is the real blessing for Langxuan! Setting aside Shahan’s resources, just with their fierce military strength, isn’t this world in our Emperor’s pocket?”

“What are you talking about, the world! After this battle, the world already belongs to Langxuan!”

What Wulanbaer had done on the battlefield that day was no secret. And with Rong Feijun secretly fanning the flames, the public’s praise for him reached its peak. And in fact, what the common folk said was also very reasonable. The facts were laid out before everyone, and it also successfully silenced the ministers in the court.

Rong Feijun and Wulanbaer’s marriage, besides the empress being a man being a bit strange and the heir not being of Rong Feijun’s blood, was all benefits and no harm. This “benefit” included the world and the prosperity of Langxuan.

The princes’ sons began to be brought into the palace one by one, and the date for Rong Feijun and Wulanbaer’s wedding was also set. The Ministry of Rites and the palace servants were so busy they couldn’t even touch the ground, all of them wailing, The empress isn’t going to run away, why is the Emperor in such a hurry! Three months! It’s actually set for three months later! Usually, preparing for the Son of Heaven’s wedding for two or three years is considered a rush!

And the “impatient” Emperor was actually very wronged. If it weren’t for Rong Feijun insisting on waiting until Qi Xiao and Fu Yunzhi returned from Xianju City, Wulanbaer would have wanted to get married next month.

So, Qi Xiao received two letters. One was from Rong Feijun, explaining the matter of the marriage. The other was from Wulanbaer, urging him to hurry back, and it also came with some dirty words of greeting.

Qi Xiao: “…”

He felt that with just these two letters, he could brainstorm a hundred-thousand-word storybook. The title would be Love After Marriage: Little Emperor, Where Are You Running?

Receiving such good news, he naturally had to share it with Fu Yunzhi. In fact, it had been a week since the battle, but in this week, the two of them had been so busy cleaning up the battlefield and dealing with the aftermath that they hadn’t even had time to touch the ground. Even though Qi Xiao had been injured by an arrow, he was still busy, and no matter how others advised him, he was unwilling to go and rest, saying he was used to it and it was no big deal.

The two of them had very little time to sleep and had barely met. So, at this moment, seeing Qi Xiao on the city wall, Fu Yunzhi felt as if a world had passed. In the past, being separated didn’t feel like much, but after their feelings were laid bare, the longing spread openly.

So, at this moment, seeing Qi Xiao on the city wall, Fu Yunzhi felt as if a world had passed. In the past, being separated didn’t feel like much, but after their feelings were laid bare, the longing spread openly.

Qi Xiao handed the letter to him.

“The Emperor is going to marry the King of Shahan.”

He lowered his head and nibbled on Fu Yunzhi’s earlobe with a smile. “When we get back, we’ll also prepare. I’ve already written to my wandering father. We have to prepare the betrothal gifts and all that.”

“It’s a dowry,” Fu Yunzhi said, his face slightly red.

“Mm, a dowry.” Qi Xiao had an expression of whatever my wife says is right.

Fu Yunzhi kicked him.

The two of them played around on the city wall for a while. As if remembering something, Fu Yunzhi said, “Let’s go see Young Master Xiao.”

Speaking of this, their high spirits also dampened a lot.

That day, after Xiao Zijun was hit by the arrow, Zhuo Fang had been holding him, lost and heartbroken. Mu Linglong had almost been injured by him when he tried to treat Xiao Zijun’s wounds. In the end, the Shen-Mu couple and Qi Xiao had had to work together to snatch him from Zhuo Fang’s arms, trying their best not to hurt him.

After losing Xiao Zijun, Zhuo Fang had gone mad. It had taken a lot of effort to lock him in a cage, and his mournful cries could be heard from ten miles away…

And under Mu Linglong’s emergency treatment and careful care, Xiao Zijun was finally saved. He was also lucky. The arrow had slightly missed his heart. If it had been a few inches further, not even the great Daluo Jinxian could have saved him.

Xiao Zijun was slowly recovering, but Zhuo Fang…

He was currently recuperating in Mu Linglong’s tent. When the two of them arrived, they saw him sitting by the bed, saying something, while Xiao Zijun looked pale and panicked.

“Cult Leader Mu, did you tell Young Master Xiao about General Zhuo?” Qi Xiao frowned.

“He had to be told eventually. It’s impossible to hide it for a lifetime. He has to make a decision,” Mu Linglong said.

Seeing Qi Xiao’s confused expression, Xiao Zijun said in a small voice, “Cult Leader Mu said that a blood exchange can restore Brother Zhuo to his former self.”

Since he had started speaking that day, he could now talk, although his pronunciation was still not accurate.

“That’s on the premise that it succeeds,” Fu Yunzhi said. “Do you know the consequences of a failed blood exchange?”

“I know,” Xiao Zijun said firmly. “But if he stays like this for the rest of his life, even if I don’t mind, with Brother Zhuo’s personality, he would definitely mind. He is a great general who stands tall, not this kind of monster… If it fails, it fails. At worst… Brother Zhuo and I will be together in the underworld, and we’ll be together in the next life too…”

Qi Xiao and Fu Yunzhi looked at each other.

Xiao Zijun looked weak and frail, but he was very strong.

He was very grateful to them for saving him from the desert. If they wanted his life, he would not have a second word. But he was still a little afraid of these two people who had destroyed Junce. And with Qi Xiao’s duel with Zhuo Fang that day, the two of them also tactfully left, letting Mu Linglong and Xiao Zijun talk some more.

After leaving the tent, Fu Yunzhi looked at Qi Xiao and said seriously, “Qi Xiao, if it really comes to a blood exchange, I’m not afraid either.”

Qi Xiao sighed and hugged him, burying his head in his neck. “Silly boy, you’re not afraid, but I am.”

The thought of all the blood in Fu Yunzhi’s body being drained made him feel like he was going crazy. Even though he was once a modern person, he couldn’t accept it so openly, to let his lover undergo such a dangerous procedure.

“If you go before me, I won’t live either.”

“Qi the Shura, don’t be such a coward,” Fu Yunzhi said, trying to lighten the mood.

“Mm, I’m a coward in anything concerning you,” Qi Xiao said seriously, nodding. “Otherwise, I would have had you when I was fifteen. Why would I wait until now?”

Fu Yunzhi raised his hand and swung it at his head.

“Hiss—” Qi Xiao was aggrieved. Don’t hit my head! What if you really make me stupid…

“We’ve both been busy for so many days,” he said, holding Fu Yunzhi’s hand with a smile. “Since there’s nothing urgent right now, why don’t we go and slack off?”

Fu Yunzhi asked with his eyes, How do we slack off?

“Aren’t there jungles all around here?” Qi Xiao said. “I know a particularly beautiful place. Shall we go for a walk there? We’ll be breaking camp and returning to the capital in a few days, so there won’t be much chance to see it.”

“Alright.”

As long as I’m with you, anywhere is fine.