Marrying a Disabled General and be His Wife

Holding someone wasn’t the point, the point was that the person was going to die!

Feng Chilie twitched his hand but didn’t pull it away. Instead, he adjusted his position, making room for Uncle Fu, and said, “Uncle Fu, take a look at him.”

Though Uncle Fu served as a housekeeper in Feng Chilie’s courtyard, he possessed exceptional medical skills, preserving the general’s health since childhood.

Uncle Fu approached Tan Chuyan’s wrist.

The man on the couch appeared fragile, with wrists so slender and the blood-stained, cold, white skin gave a sense of vulnerability.

‘Beauty is easy to break.’ these four words flashed in Uncle Fu’s mind.

He placed his fingers on Tan Chuyan’s wrist, silently checking the pulse. The diagnosis left Uncle Fu astonished. Tan Chuyan’s frail appearance masked a body resembling a scar-ridden ravine, with no untouched areas.

The potent poison had taken its toll, causing limbs, bones, veins, and blood to seem on the verge of collapse.

“Uncle Fu,” Feng Chilie inquired as he observed, “How is he?”

Uncle Fu shook his head and sighed, “It’s a matter of fate.”

Feng Chilie stared at the weak man on the couch, asking, “Can’t the poison be cured?”

“The poison can be cured,” Uncle Fu replied, asking Ji Bei to fetch the medicine box. From it, he took out a red bottle, saying, “This poison is ordinary wolfberry poison. It’s challenging to treat given His Highness the Fifth Prince has a weak body.”

During the journey, Ji Bei had informed Uncle Fu about Tan Chuyan’s identity.

Uncle Fu administered the medicine to Tan Chuyan, stating, “General, I can try my best to treat the Fifth Highness, but whether he can survive depends on his own destiny. We’ll see in these seven days.”

“Uncle Fu,” Feng Chilie implored, taking a deep breath, “Please, save him!”

Uncle Fu hesitated for a moment. Feng Chilie had always been resolute, never pleading even when beaten for resisting marriage. Yet now, he was beseeching for the man on the bed.

Uncle Fu understood the consequences if Tan Chuyan were to perish. Qi Kingdom would undoubtedly retaliate.

However, he cautioned, “General, I’ll do my best to heal the Fifth Highness, but whether he survives depends on his own destiny. Prepare for contingencies, just in case.”

“Thank you, Uncle Fu.”

Feng Chilie frowned, sitting at the edge of the bed, watching Tan Chuyan closely.

When Uncle Fu brought the prepared medicine, Feng Chilie dismissed everyone. As the medicine was too hot, he opted to tend to the larger and smaller wounds on Tan Chuyan’s body first.

Yet, this man stubbornly clung to his hand.

“I was just teasing you. I won’t kill the little eunuch anymore,” Feng Chilie reassured, patting Tan Chuyan’s face. “I’ll tend to your wounds. Behave.”

After a moment, Tan Chuyan released his grip, still showing no signs of waking up. All his actions seemed subconscious.

Why would a mere eunuch evoke such concern?

Feng Chilie felt an indescribable emotion.

He skillfully removed Tan Chuyan’s torn shirt, revealing porcelain-white skin adorned with shocking scars.

If these scars were on Feng Chilie’s body, he’d consider them par for the course, proof of a man’s experiences. Yet, on Tan Chuyan, Feng Chilie felt this person should maintain an untarnished, noble appearance, untouched by wind and snow.

It shouldn’t look like this.

It would have been better if he had left earlier and not continued to eavesdrop on the conversation between the eldest sister and the king.

But he really couldn’t move at that time because the eldest sister asked what he wanted to ask.

Chu Qingyi stood in the hall, with doubts on his face: “Father, why did you let Tan Chuyan live in the General’s Mansion? If Rou’er makes a fuss -”

“I know.” Chu Minghan was worried: “But right now, there are two marriages that have been canceled, and Tan Chuyan is allowed to live in the general’s mansion.”

“Now that Xibo is restless, Old General Feng is getting weaker and weaker, and Ah Lie’s legs, I don’t know when they will recover, so I have to worry about Tuoba Lan.”

Chu Minghan lowered his voice and said, “Tan Chuyan is a smart man; he should be able to understand what I mean soon.”

“So,” Chu Qingyi understood: “You want to borrow his hand, go help Ah Lie guard Tuoba Lan.”

“Yes.” Chu Minghan walked up to Chu Qingyi and touched her head lovingly: “Qingyi, although I don’t know why you want to talk about Tan Chuyan into your mansion, but I know that you have your own plans and will not betray the Jing Kingdom. Father will not ask more questions. Father only hopes that you will not feel that your father is partial. I really owe the General’s Mansion too much.”

“I understand.” Chu Qingyi thought of her mother: “I will also protect Ah Liel. He has indeed suffered too much.”

The situation in the General’s Mansion was in dire straits. Feng Chilie and Feng Chengjian were devoted to the Jing Kingdom, but Feng Libai stood on Tuoba Lan’s side, vaguely leaning towards Xibo.

In the past few years, Xibo had tried many times at the border, they wanted to intervene it but Tuoba Lan intervened every time.

Therefore, Tuoba Lan had to be guarded. They were not sure whether Tuoba Lan would assassinate Feng Chilie, who had difficulty with his legs and feet.

But Feng Chilie only felt that these two people were nothing to worry. Even if Tuoba Lan didn’t like him anymore, Tuoba Lan was still the mother who gave birth to him and raised him.

Tiger would not eat its children, let alone a human own mother and child.

Feng Chilie pulled back from his wandering thoughts, took out the good ointment, and applied it to Tan Chuyan.

When Feng Chilie reached his back, he helped Tan Chuyan up and put Tan Chuyan’s chin on his shoulder. He held him in a hug with one hand and medicated him with the other.

The wound on the back was so deep that it almost reached the bone.

It seemed that the ointment was no longer working, so he replaced it with healing powder, poured the whole bottle on it, and bandaged him with gauze.

When he put the person down again, Tan Chuyan’s bloodless face was now almost blue. Cold sweat fell from his forehead, a broken groan came out of his mouth, and his lips trembled in pain.

Feng Chilie wiped the sweat from his forehead and checked the temperature of the medicine. It was ready to be taken in.

Feng Chilie picked up the bowl, took the medicine with a spoon and brought it to Tan Chuyan’s mouth, but as soon as he fed it, Tan Chuyan spit it out.

One scoop, two scoops, three scoops all.

The general, who had never served anyone before, lost his patience. He raised his head and took a sip of the medicine. He held Tan Chuyan’s chin and kissed him. He didn’t start giving the second medicine until Tan Chuyan’s Adam’s apple rolled.

Extraordinary times needs extraordinary means, he could only use the most extraordinary method to give medicine.

After finishing a bowl of medicine, Feng Chilie’s mouth was full of a bitter taste.

He wiped his mouth and returned his gaze to Tan Chuyan’s lips.

——It’s quite soft.

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Thinking about the attack on Tan Chuyan, Feng Chilie had no intention of hiding it. The more it was hidden, the more dangerous it became.

If Tan Chuyan really did not survive the seven days and died in the Jing Kingdom, firstly, they could not find a suitable substitute, and secondly, they would not be able to defend themselves.

But if they take the initiative to speak out about this and let Qi Kingdom know about it, there will be room for change.

This was enough to show that Jing Kingdom had absolutely no intention of harming Tan Chuyan, and that when Tan Chuyan suffered this calamity, someone was definitely plotting something evil and wanted to take the opportunity to sow discord between Jing Kingdom and Qi Kingdom.

As for how to report this matter to Chu Minghan, it was Feng Chilie’s own business.

Anyway, the assassins were all dead, so he had the final say as to how the people came to the General’s Mansion.

The next day, Feng Chilie, who had not been to court for a long time, put on his official robes, slumped in his wheelchair, and asked Ji Bei to push him to the court.

Wearing a red official robe, he looks different from his previous appearance in the gloomy black clothes, and was a bit more high-spirited.

The officials were very surprised to see Feng Chilie showing his face. Since he broke his leg, the king had ordered him to rest in the mansion.

Chu Minghan was also surprised when he saw Feng Chilie. After all the officials knelt down, he looked at the man sitting in the wheelchair and spoke affectionately: “Why did you come to court today? Your legs are healed?”

“Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. The minister’s legs have improved a lot, and it won’t take long for him to be able to walk again.” Feng Chilie sat in a wheelchair and saluted, saying: “I have important matters to report to the court today.”

Chu Minghan: “Speak.”

Feng Chilie said with solemn expression: “Reporting to your Majesty, His Highness the Fifth, Tan Chuyan, was assassinated at night yesterday. He came to the General’s Mansion crying and asking for help. Now he is lying in the General’s Mansion, his life hanging by a thread!”