Chapter 22

In the final battle of Muyang, Murong Feng returned to the battlefield, and the Guangling army achieved a great victory.

The State of Qing submitted thereafter, and the two nations signed a treaty, vowing no war for a hundred years.

Not long after, Minister Ren, who was in the imperial court, was impeached by officials for colluding with the enemy and treason. The Emperor was enraged and ordered a thorough investigation.

Ren Jingsi, who had been an imperial inspector, became a criminal. He returned to the capital with the Guangling army, but no one in the army mistreated him.

All of this was Murong Feng’s doing. He had planned everything meticulously, waiting for the final moment to close the net.

However, the poisoning was an accident, and Ren Jingsi saving Luo Huanghun was also an accident.

Others didn’t know why, but Murong Feng understood perfectly.

After mourning the fallen soldiers, the evening was filled with a victory banquet. Murong Feng, strictly following the doctor’s orders, could not drink alcohol and could only sit dejectedly at his seat, sipping tea. However, his cold and stern face gave no indication that he was drinking tea.

The atmosphere gradually became lively as the generals drank and played drinking games with great enthusiasm. Murong Feng quietly slipped away and returned to his tent.

Luo Huanghun had just entered when her waist was embraced, and a passionate kiss descended upon her. She smelled the familiar scent of medicine, which made her stop struggling.

After the kiss ended, Luo Huanghun leaned into Murong Feng’s embrace, slightly breathless. Annoyed, she elbowed Murong Feng.

Murong Feng grunted and bent over. Luo Huanghun realized her mistake and quickly went to check on him.

Her face was filled with anxiety. “Are you alright? It’s all my fault. I forgot you were injured…”

Luo Huanghun’s hands moved all over Murong Feng’s body. Before she even realized what she was doing, Murong Feng’s expression became increasingly strange.

By the time she confirmed that Murong Feng’s wounds were not serious, his breathing had become heavy and rapid.

Luo Huanghun, held tightly in Murong Feng’s arms, finally noticed his unusual state. Her face turned crimson as she tried to escape, but Murong Feng pulled her back.

“Um, your injuries haven’t healed yet. You need to take care of yourself…”

“Yes, I will take care.”

He said he would take care, but his body seemed to have a mind of its own!

Before Luo Huanghun could protest, Murong Feng scooped her up and, in the next second, she landed on the bed.

Murong Feng looked down at her, his eyes filled with deep affection.

His gaze was so intense it almost burned Luo Huanghun’s eyes. She turned her head away, her hands subtly gripping Murong Feng’s clothes.

Murong Feng chuckled and leaned to the side. Luo Huanghun waited and waited, then couldn’t help but peek at Murong Feng, only to meet his smiling face directly.

Luo Huanghun instantly became flustered and angry, about to hit Murong Feng again.

Murong Feng caught her hand and gently kissed it. “Luo Huanghun, will you marry me? From this day forward, we will share honor and disgrace, life and death, together.”

Tears flowed silently down Luo Huanghun’s cheeks, but her eyes were filled with joy. “I will!”

Murong Feng looked at her luscious lips and lowered his head to kiss her. “Then, tonight, we shall be husband and wife.”