Marrying a Disabled General and be His Wife

After applying the medicine, Feng Chilie helped Tan Chuyan put on his inner clothes and then assisted him in lying down. Tan Chuyan didn’t have the energy to discuss anything, so he allowed Feng Chilie to take care of it.

Due to his weakened state, Tan Chuyan fell asleep shortly after lying down.

Having slept together for over ten days, Feng Chilie saw no issue with two grown men sharing a bed, so he pulled up the quilt and continued sleeping.

The next morning, as the sun rose, Tan Chuyan was momentarily stunned when he opened his eyes. The view before him was breathtaking, and anyone would find it hard to resist seeing a patch of honey-colored skin.

Especially for someone like Tan Chuyan who… knew well that he was attracted to men. Yes, Tan Chuyan had always been aware of his preference for men, even before birth. However, his intuition told him that Feng Chilie didn’t share the same inclination, and the teasing remarks were merely playful banter.

Tan Chuyan removed the arm around his waist, selected an outfit from the two sets on the bedside, put it on, threw on his cloak, slipped into his shoes, and walked out. After days in bed, he felt his body becoming numb and on the verge of stiffness. He craved bright sunshine and fresh air.

Upon opening the door, he spotted Tianbao squatting in the yard. Tianbao had been sent three days after Tan Chuyan’s accident. Feng Chilie had initially planned to house him temporarily in the princess mansion, but unexpectedly, the little eunuch insisted on seeing Tan Chuyan.

Chu Qingyi had no choice but to send him over.

Tianbao, with his back to the door, poked the frozen ground with a branch. He turned around at the sound of the door opening, and upon seeing Tan Chuyan, the branch in his hand snapped in two. Tianbao hurriedly stood up and ran to Tan Chuyan.

About to embrace Tan Chuyan, Tianbao suddenly remembered Feng Chilie’s threatening expression. He stood in front of Tan Chuyan, gazing at his Highness with teary eyes, and asked with concern, “Your Highness, how are you? Does the wound still hurt? Are you dizzy? Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? What do you want to drink?”

“All is well,” Tan Chuyan replied, brushing off the snow on his shoulder, remnants blown down from the trees by the wind.

“I don’t need anything to eat right now.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. When I heard something happened to you, Your Highness, I almost lost my mind. I’m so afraid to see Wan mei-ren!”

Tianbao sighed in relief and added, “By the way, Your Highness, once news of your accident spreads, Yan…” Tianbao suddenly fell silent, prompting Tan Chuyan to inquire:

“Yan what? Why are you hesitating?”

“I mean, as soon as word of your accident got out, Your Highness, some swallows came!” Tianbao explained hastily before darting away.

“?”

Tan Chuyan glanced at the sky, the cold wind howling. If swallows returned now, they might freeze into dry swallows.

At that moment, a lazy voice above his head, tinged with hoarseness and sharpness, remarked, “You woke up, and the wind starts blowing. Don’t you think you’ve overstayed your welcome?”

“…” No wonder Tianbao left in haste.

He ran away because Feng Chilie woke up.

Without a word, Feng Chilie carried him inside, throwing him onto the bed with his shoes flying.

The bed was soft and wouldn’t break, but Tan Chuyan still found his actions too rough, frowning dissatisfiedly. “Be gentler; I almost fell to my death with that toss.”

Feng Chilie, not one to tolerate disobedient patients, retorted, “Show me a dead one then.”

Tan Chuyan: “…”

Communication seemed futile with this person.

The fire in the floor cage burned brightly, warming the room like summer. Feng Chilie, clad only in a snow-white undershirt, sat at the table and poured himself a cup of tea, still seething.

After his anger subsided, Feng Chilie raised his eyes to Tan Chuyan. Unperturbed, he asked the question that had lingered for more than ten days, “Tan Chuyan, let me ask you: How do you know the swordsmanship of my Feng family?”

Surprised, Tan Chuyan responded, “Your family’s swordsmanship? Are you referring to the thirty-six moves I used earlier?”

Feng Chilie stated, “Otherwise? Who taught you that?”

Tan Chuyan was equally puzzled, “What’s your swordsmanship? Those were the thirty-six moves I improvised.”

Feng Chilie persisted, “Who taught you that? I met you when you were a child, and it a Manchu-Han banquet. Teaching you swordsmanship would have been impossible.”

First, he didn’t have the time that day.

Secondly, he didn’t have the knowledge at that time yet.

The Feng family’s swordsmanship was both commanding and gentle. While the thirty-six sword moves were lethal, they could be adapted to different swords by adjusting the strength of the moves.

Unfortunately, the Feng family had strict rules, allowing only the children of the Feng family to learn this swordsmanship at the age of eighteen. Feng Chengjian suffered a stroke when Feng Chilie was fifteen, making it impossible for him to teach swordsmanship while dealing with his own health issues.

Tan Chuyan, seven years younger, had never met Feng Chengjian during his stay at King Qi’s palace, ruling out any chance of learning the Feng family’s swordsmanship from him.

Feng Chilie couldn’t fathom how this little prince had acquired their exclusive swordsmanship.

Tan Chuyan himself was perplexed. He didn’t anticipate that the swordsmanship he clandestinely learned from his teacher had another source, and, surprisingly, it originated from the Feng family.

However, the fact that his teacher could secretly learn this swordsmanship suggested a connection and perhaps a close friendship between his master and the old general Feng Chengjian.

Tan Chuyan rose from the bed, placed his bare feet on the ground, and approached Feng Chilie: “It’s fine to tell you, General, but I have a condition.”

“You secretly learned my family’s swordsmanship, and now you’re discussing conditions with me. Are you out of your mind?”

Feng Chilie lowered his gaze to Tan Chuyan’s feet, smaller and rounder than those of a tall man, noting they shouldn’t be bare. He touched the toes: “Go and put on your shoes first.”

“I know,” Tan Chuyan touched Feng Chilie’s leg before standing up, “The general healed his broken leg remarkably quickly. It’s truly puzzling.”

“There’s nothing to be puzzled about,” Feng Chilie said calmly, “I pretended to have a broken leg to avoid the crown prince’s dispute, but it seems more complicated than imagined.”

“So, the general also has this dilemma,” Tan Chuyan remarked with a smile, “As long as your surname is Feng and as long as the Wolf Eagle Cavalry remains under your command, you can’t escape the power struggle. Even with a clear stance, you’ll still be at the core of this battle. After all, power is something everyone either fears or desires, and you, general, are very powerful.”

Feng Chilie comprehended this truth, but people were often naive, still believing even when he fell off a horse, mimicking a broken leg.

It was time for him to wake up from his innocence, especially knowing someone had tampered with his medicine.

Tan Chuyan put on his shoes, leaned on the table, and inquired, “General, have you considered the conditions I just mentioned?”

Feng Chilie adjusted the cloak that Tan Chuyan hadn’t removed and then placed his clothes in front of him: “Come, help me with my clothes and tie my hair, and I’ll take you to see my father.”

Observing Tan Chuyan’s hesitation, Feng Chilie raised an eyebrow: “You won’t even do this? You truly are an ungrateful wolf. Taking care of you for over ten days seems pointless.”

“…” Tan Chuyan silently picked up the clothes. Feng Chilie proved to be a conscientious caretaker.

Once dressed, Feng Chilie, with a crooked hair crown, settled into a wheelchair and escorted Tan Chuyan to the old general’s mansion.

Note:

Swallow usually connected with good luck, safe travel and happiness.