The great war god, the royal king Mumuang Feng.
Original text reveals he was actually Mumuang Feng himself, and he understood why he was injured that day.
He should have died that day, but he lived and saved himself.
He slowed down, and as Luohang Feng just landed, his leg was soft and nearly fell, but Mumuang Feng extended his arm to catch him.
Luohang Feng listened to his heartbeat, trying to explain: “I’m not here to hurt you!”
“Must you be so clever!”
Mumuang Feng laughed heartily, his chest shaking, and it made Luohang Feng blush and scold him.
Luohang Feng suddenly kicked in annoyance: “You think you’re like them, wooden pillars? You’re nothing more than that!”
Luohang Feng looked back, tears welling up. “You think I’m like them? I’m not!”
Luohang Feng then dropped to his knees, asking Mumuang Feng to help her.
Luohang Feng scolded her: “Do anything else, and you’ll be my wife forever.”
Luohang Feng felt a strange warmth in her heart and couldn’t stop.
She had never been a girl before, not since those days of being imprisoned.
She ignored the pain and quietly said, “I’ll make it up to you if you’ll let me.”
Mumuang Feng was so angry she didn’t stop.
“Do it!” she snapped.
Mumuang Feng laughed: “What do you want? I want that marriage!”
Luohang Feng, seeing her, felt a strange connection and looked at him.
She closed her eyes, trembling, and let her tears fall.
She had never felt this way since her rebirth.
She stood up, shaking her head.
Impressive, she thought.
This was her fate.
Suddenly, someone told her she was still a girl.
Imperial guards came, and the emperor summoned Luohang Feng.
At the imperial court, Luohang Feng was kneeling, and her mother, Empress Linghui, stood beside the emperor.
Luohang Feng felt a chill.
The emperor began questioning her marriage, and Luohang Feng realized she had made a mistake.
She nodded, trying to make sense of everything.
“Since it’s an error, I’ll accept your marriage.”
Luohang Feng smiled. “I’ll do anything to make it right.”
Luohang Feng didn’t hear her, so she turned to the emperor.
“Please, emperor, let me marry Li Hui. I’ll do anything to make it work.”
Luohang Feng was startled.
She smiled, and Luohang Feng nodded: “You want me to marry Li Hui?”
Luohang Feng felt a strange calm wash over her.
She didn’t know what was happening, but she knew she couldn’t let go.
Imperial guards arrived, and the emperor entered the imperial hall.
Luohang Feng saw her mother, Empress Linghui, standing beside him.
Luohang Feng felt a heavy feeling in her heart.
It was time.
Imperial guards suddenly appeared, and everyone looked at them with surprise.
“Where is this man?” the emperor asked.
A tall, strong man stepped forward, kneeling in front of the emperor.
“Your honor, I came to apologize for this.”
The emperor’s eyes widened. “Wait, why are you rushing? What’s this about?”
Luohang Feng bowed deeply. “I want to marry you, your majesty. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
Luohang Feng was confused.
She felt a strange pressure in her mind, then looked at him with determination. “If you let Li Hui go, will you really stay with me?”
Luohang Feng was stunned. “I was once your burden… can you give me another chance?”
Luohang Feng’s heart raced. She looked at the emperor, eyes filled with hope.
She smiled. “I’m ready to do whatever it takes.”
Luohang Feng found herself drawn to the emperor’s kind eyes.
Luohang Feng looked at her again, and her heart trembled.
She understood his words.
She was ready to face whatever came next.

Great Yin’s Battle God, Mu Cangfeng.

It turned out he was Mu Cangfeng. Luo Huangkun suddenly realized why he had encountered a wounded man that day.

He was supposed to die that day, yet he lived, saving her instead.

The horse stopped slowly. Luo Huangkun just got off when her legs gave way, nearly falling. At that moment, Mu Cangfeng stretched out his long arm to catch her.

Luo Huangkun listened to Mu Cangfeng’s heartbeat, then quickly explained without thinking, “I really am clumsy, not trying to get close to you!”

“You’re quite perceptive!”

Mu Cangfeng suddenly burst into laughter, the vibrations from his chest reaching Luo Huangkun’s ears. She felt a mix of irritation and embarrassment, stomping her foot on his.

Mu Cangfeng released her, kicking his leg, “What kind of delicate girl are you, kicking like a tickle?”

Luo Huangkun rolled her eyes, “You think everyone’s as stubborn as you.”

She took a step back, then winced, crouching down. Mu Cangfeng quickly helped her check.

Why does this person keep moving around? Luo Huangkun reluctantly let him hold her ankle, wincing again.

Mu Cangfeng frowned, “Last time your ankle wasn’t healed, now it’s injured again. What’s wrong with your family? Don’t they treat you?”

After returning, Luo Huangkun only focused on the seal, ignoring the injury. But after Mu Cangfeng’s words, she felt uneasy.

Compared to those days of imprisonment, this minor injury was nothing. Yet she still felt a warmth in her heart, “It’ll be fine in a few days.”

Mu Cangfeng tapped her head, Luo Huangkun covered her forehead, “Why did you do that?”

Mu Cangfeng seriously said, “Take care, girls are delicate and can’t endure such hardships.”

Luo Huangkun’s heart ached, her eyes blinking as tears fell. Since reincarnating, she’d never seen herself as a girl. Heavy burdens pressed on her shoulders, pushing her forward without pause. She never dared to retreat, couldn’t afford to. But when someone said she was still a girl, she couldn’t hold back.

Seeing her cry, Mu Cangfeng panicked, “Enough, I’m wrong. I shouldn’t have touched you. Tomorrow, I’ll hunt a white tiger for you to make a cloak.”

Luo Huangkun “pfft” laughed, “What would I use that for?”

Seeing her laugh, Mu Cangfeng relaxed, “Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”

Luo Huangkun didn’t hear, then heard horse hooves. This time, Ren Jingsi came.

Ren Jingsi dismounted, scrutinizing Luo Huangkun, then took her hand, coldly thanking, “Thank you, Lord Mu, for saving my wife.”

Mu Cangfeng had already lost his smile, always so cold in public. He nodded slightly, “Lord Ren, watch your wife. Don’t let her replace you.”

Ren Jingsi’s face changed, but Mu Cangfeng finished and rode away.

Luo Huangkun watched his back, feeling empty.

Ren Jingsi tightened her grip, helped her mount, then asked, “Did you know Lord Mu before?”

Luo Huangkun shook her head.

First time riding with Ren Jingsi, it should have been intimate, but her heart had no feelings. She thought of Mu Cangfeng’s smile, wondering if others knew his private nature.

Ren Jingsi saw her silence, then explained, “Bian’er’s situation was urgent, so I rescued her first.”

Luo Huangkun suddenly felt bored, smiled, “Ren Jingsi, do you know my nickname is Ling’er?”

Ren Jingsi startled, his hand tightening, “What do you mean?”

Luo Huangkun softly said, “If not for you drunk and calling Bian’er, I wouldn’t have insisted on marrying you. Our marriage was a mistake.”

The God of War of Great Yin, the Prince of Guangling, Murong Feng.

So, he was Murong Feng. Luo Huanghun suddenly understood why she had encountered him that day when he was severely wounded.

He should have died that day, but he lived, and he even saved her.

The horse slowly came to a stop. As soon as Luo Huanghun dismounted, her legs went weak. Just as she was about to fall, a long arm reached out and caught her—it was Murong Feng.

Listening to the steady beat of Murong Feng’s heart, Luo Huanghun blurted out an explanation without thinking: “My legs are genuinely weak; I wasn’t trying to get close to you on purpose!”

“You’re quite self-aware, aren’t you?”

Murong Feng suddenly burst into laughter. The vibration of his chest resonated against Luo Huanghun’s ear, making her feel a mix of embarrassment and anger. She stomped hard on his foot.

Murong Feng let her go and shook his foot: “How can a girl as delicate as you be so weak? Kicking someone feels like nothing more than a tickle.”

Luo Huanghun couldn’t help but roll her eyes: “You think everyone is as much of a wooden block as you are?”

As she spoke, she stepped back, but couldn’t help but let out an “ouch” and crouched down. Murong Feng immediately rushed over to check on her.

Why is this man always so hands-on? Luo Huanghun resisted the urge to pull her foot away. Murong Feng held her ankle and moved it slightly, causing Luo Huanghun to cry out again.

Murong Feng frowned: “Your ankle sprain from last time never healed, and you’ve injured it again. What’s wrong with your family? Why didn’t they help you treat it?”

After returning, Luo Huanghun had only been preoccupied with the seal and hadn’t paid much mind to the injury, ignoring it since she could still walk. Hearing Murong Feng say this, she felt a strange pang in her heart.

Compared to those days of imprisonment, what was this little injury? It wasn’t worth making such a fuss over.

Yet, despite thinking that, she felt a warmth spread through her: “It’s fine, it will heal in a few days.”

Murong Feng raised his hand and flicked her on the forehead. Luo Huanghun covered her brow and glared at him accusingly: “What are you doing!”

Murong Feng said earnestly: “Take good care of yourself. You girls are so delicate; how can you endure such suffering?”

A wave of sorrow washed over Luo Huanghun. She blinked, and tears slowly welled up in her eyes.

Ever since her rebirth, she had never thought of herself as a girl anymore. Those heavy burdens pressed down on her shoulders, urging her to keep moving forward without a moment’s rest.

No matter how difficult it was, she never retreated. To retreat was to face an abyss; she dared not retreat, nor could she.

But suddenly, someone told her that she was still a girl and shouldn’t have to endure such hardship. She suddenly couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Seeing her cry, Murong Feng panicked: “Alright, alright, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have flicked you. How about I hunt a big white tiger tomorrow to make you a cloak?”

Luo Huanghun let out a “pfft” and laughed: “What would I do with that thing!”

Seeing her smile, Murong Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said with a serious tone: “Whatever you want, I will give it to you.”

Luo Huanghun didn’t hear this last sentence, as the sound of horse hooves approached. This time, it was Ren Jingsi who had arrived.

Ren Jingsi dismounted and looked Luo Huanghun up and down before taking her hand. He thanked Murong Feng with a distant expression: “Many thanks to the Prince of Guangling for saving my wife.”

Murong Feng had already wiped away his smile; he was always this cold in front of others. He nodded slightly: “Lord Ren should also be more careful. Favoring a concubine over one’s wife is not a good look.”

Ren Jingsi’s face changed, but Murong Feng had already turned his horse and left after speaking.

Luo Huanghun watched his retreating back, feeling an inexplicable sense of emptiness in her heart.

Ren Jingsi tightened his grip on her hand, helped her onto the horse, and then suddenly asked: “Did you know the Prince of Guangling before?”

Luo Huanghun shook her head.

It was the first time Luo Huanghun had ridden the same horse as Ren Jingsi. It should have been an intimate and tacit moment, but her heart felt no ripples. She was thinking of Murong Feng’s smiling eyes, wondering if anyone else knew that he had such a personality in private.

Seeing her silent, Ren Jingsi suddenly explained: “Ling’er’s situation was more critical earlier, so I went to save her first…”

Luo Huanghun suddenly felt bored. She smiled: “Ren Jingsi, do you know that my nickname is Ling’er?”

Ren Jingsi froze, his hand tightening abruptly: “What do you mean?”

Luo Huanghun said softly: “If you hadn’t called out ‘Ling’er’ while drunk that one time, I wouldn’t have been so persistent about marrying you. Our marriage was a mistake from the very beginning.”