Marrying a Disabled General and be His Wife

It was night, and Tan Chuyan suddenly developed a high fever while talking.

Feng Chilie took off the gauze, and sure enough, the wound was infected.

The wound infection was not caused by Feng Chilie’s improper bandaging; on the contrary, he bandaged it very well.

The reason why wounds become infected was due to wolfberry poison. This corrosive poison slowly erodes human internal organs, but it wasn’t troublesome to remove.

Although Tan Chuyan detoxified in time, the wound on his back was too deep, making it difficult to avoid decay if in direct contact with the poison.

Looking at the black and smelly carrion, Feng Chilie called Uncle Fu over.

Feng Chilie knew the solution, but it was too painful. He raised his eyebrows and asked, “Uncle Fu, is there no other way besides scraping the bones and removing the flesh?”

“No more,” Uncle Fu replied, placing the knife on the fire to roast. He stood up and said, “General, if you hesitate any longer, His Highness the Fifth Prince will be in danger.”

“Then -” Feng Chilie hugged him a little tighter and said, “Shave it off.”

‘It hurts. It hurts so much!’

Tan Chuyan opened his eyes in pain and cried out, but he did not wake up. Everything was an instinctive reaction.

Drenched sweat slid down Tan Chuyan’s forehead, and his whole body looked like a broken treasure, eliciting infinite pity.

After shouting, Tan Chuyan bit his lip and drew blood.

Even in a coma, he still had a strong temper, Feng Chilie thought.

Feng Chilie opened his mouth and let him bite his arm without saying a word.

Half an hour later, Uncle Fu put away the knife, applied medicine to Tan Chuyan again, bandaged it again, and before leaving, he told him: “General, before the wound heals, please do not let His Highness lie on his back to sleep.”

Uncle Fu had already seen Feng Chilie’s intention. He wanted to personally guard Tan Chuyan. Although he didn’t know the reason, as a servant, he only needed to take care of his own affairs and wouldn’t ask things he shouldn’t ask.

Feng Chilie kept Uncle Fu’s words in mind, but Tan Chuyan, in a coma, always wanted to turn over secretly.

When Feng Chilie got angry, he immediately gave up. He rolled over on the bed, pressed the person on top of him, and restrained him tightly.

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The next day, Feng Libai set out to guard the pass, Tuoba Lan following him, and Ji Bei also hitting the road.

This time, guarding was just a precaution. It was best if Qi Kingdom doesn’t send troops, but if they did, they wouldn’t be afraid.

However, there was a high probability that Qi Kingdom wouldn’t send troops. After all, no one wants to be the first to break this delicate balance and waste a hundred years of hard work.

But it was always good to be prepared, just in case.

The second day Feng Libai guarded the pass was calm, the third day was still calm, and on the fourth day, Qi Kingdom replied.

Feng Libai opened the letter and took a look.

In the letter, Tan Hongyun had no intention of sending troops. He simply asked Jing Kingdom to give them an explanation. As for Tan Chuyan’s injury, Tan Hongyun didn’t mention a word about it, revealing everything to be perfunctory.

Feng Libai glanced at Tuoba Lan and murmured in a low voice: “I really don’t know the meaning of guarding this gate. Besides, there’s nothing terrible about Qi Kingdom. They’re just a group of defeated generals. Wolf Eagle Cavalry…”

“Shut up!” Tuoba Lan, sitting on the main seat, glared at him: “I told you to guard the gate, so guard it well. The Wolf Eagle Cavalry, the Wolf Eagle every day. Is the Wolf Eagle Cavalry your soldiers? Why are you proud here?”

Feng Li Bai was unconvinced: “While the Wolf Eagle Cavalry isn’t under my command, it belongs to the Feng family. As a member of the Feng family, when it’s known that my eldest brother can no longer lead, the Wolf Eagle Cavalry becomes mine.”

Tuoba Lan removed her hairpin, tossing it at Feng Libai, firmly embedding it in the nearby pillar. Feng Libai paled, and Tuoba Lan spoke sternly: “Remember, you must bow before the Wolf Eagle Cavalry reaches you. Dealing with your elder brother won’t be as simple as you think. Understand?”

“I understand,” Feng Libai said, eyeing the hairpin. “Mother, I’ve never fully grasped why you’d want to—”

Feng Libai hesitated, then continued: “Why you’d want to eliminate the eldest brother. Sometimes, I can’t help but wonder if you’d do the same to—”

Tuoba Lan interrupted: “Feng. LiBai. Are you making trouble again?”

Okay, his mother wouldn’t kill him. Feng Libai confirmed and hastily left.

Tuoba Lan, seated high, gazed at the snow outside, rubbing her temples with a headache, and composed a letter to Chu Yiling. Though not explicitly cursing, her dissatisfaction with Chu Yiling was evident, making her words more cutting than any scolding.

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Qi Kingdom didn’t send troops, so this level only needs to be defended until Tan Chuyan wakes up or dies suddenly.

After learning that Tan Chuyan was seriously injured and unconscious, Chu Minghan also sent the palace doctors to diagnose him, but they all came back shaking their heads and asserting that Tan Chuyan would not survive more than seven days.

If Chu Minghan was a tyrant, none of these imperial doctors could save their heads.

Almost everyone knew that Tan Chuyan was weak, so Feng Libai felt that he would not survive the seventh day.

Feng Libai, who was counting the days, secretly packed his baggage on the seventh day when Tan Chuyan was unconscious and was ready to leave at any time.

But until late at night, the news of Tan Chuyan’s sudden death had not reached the border, so Feng Libai had no choice but to unpack his bags again and threw himself back on the cold and hard bed.

No one wanted to live in this kind of life where there was no benefit and being monitored every day, so Feng Libai was eager to return, but Tan Chuyan hadn’t woken up die, so he just couldn’t go back.

Finally, on the fourteenth day of Zhen Guan and the fifteenth day of Tan Chuyan’s coma, news came from Tianyou City.

——The person woke up!

Feng Libai jumped up from the bed and packed his luggage happily.

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Tan Chuyan woke up in the middle of the night. He tried to move his hands and feet, but found that he couldn’t move at all. His lower body was clamped and his upper body was held. There was a strong heartbeat in his ears.

It was obvious that he was trapped.

Tan Chuyan stared at the broad chest beneath him for a while, moved his somewhat stiff neck, and looked up.

When he looked up, he saw the man’s slightly stubbled chin.

Feng Chilie was sleeping lightly, and felt something moving in his arms, so he opened his eyes, and then met Tan Chuyan’s bright eyes.

“Thank you, General, for saving my life.” Tan Chuyan just woke up, his voice still a little weak.

Feng Chilie was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, and immediately called Uncle Fu over.

Uncle Fu came very quickly. He felt Tan Chuyan’s pulse, and his brows, which had been furrowed for half a month like Feng Chilie, relaxed: “General, he is fine now, but still need to rest for some time. Try to not blow into the wind.”

Feng Chilie asked, “Where’s the medicine? Do you still need to drink it?”

“There’s no need to drink the medicine. It’s been too long.” Uncle Fu said, “However, I will personally make some medicinal diet for the Fifth Prince to condition his body.”

“Sorry to bother you, Uncle Fu.” said Feng Chilie.

Uncle Fu didn’t say he didn’t dare, turned around and left.

After the people left, Tan Chuyan looked at Feng Chilie with a smile on his face and his seductive eyes.

“General,” Tan Chuyan leaned on the edge of the collapse and said casually, “You are so worried for me. Are you thinking of something that shouldn’t be in your mind?”

“You want to tempt me?” General Feng Chilie said. He pulled Tan Chuyan over and took off Tan Chuyan’s shirt: “You are not qualified yet.”

“Then what is the general doing?” Tan Chuyan wanted to struggle but had no strength left, so he could only let others control him.

“Apply medicine.” Feng Chilie had a serious look on his face, picked up the ointment on the bedside and applied it on Tan Chuyan’s back, then pressed it on the wound as if to do something bad.

Tan Chuyan took a breath of pain and said, “Don’t press on the wound, it hurts so much.”

Feng Chilie moved softly: “You know it hurts, so be good.”

Tan Chuyan was a little weak and couldn’t control his head. He put it on Feng Chilie’s shoulder and whispered: “It’s not the time for you to take advantage of me.”

“Heh.” Feng Chilie snorted softly: “It’s not the time for you to run away from the marriage. If you can’t do it, why should you run away, huh?”

Tan Chuyan said nothing because Feng Chilie didn’t know yet, but he already knew the true purpose of his marriage.

If this were revealed, it would be hard to explain.