The Prince Marries His General's Wife

Fu Ling had been planning this marriage with Shen Zhao, the eldest son of the General Mansion, for eight years.

The current Holy Lord was originally just an unknown concubine of the late Emperor. Unexpectedly, he unexpectedly won the battle for the throne eighteen years ago, and the general who always sided with the Crown Prince was regarded as a thorn in the Holy Lord's side. He could only be embarrassed by holding real power. Able to gain a foothold in the court.

But even so, as the former prince was executed in the street, the only direct son of the general was also sent to the bitter cold borderland by an imperial edict. It was called to be stationed in the cold place, but in fact it was restricted. It was not until the prince was twenty-five years old that he was allowed to return to the capital. .

With such an old heir apparent who was born in the military, no decent lady in Gyeonggi Province would be willing to marry him.

But Fu Ling is different.

She was not a noble lady, but an inconspicuous concubine from a seventh-rank official family. To be able to climb to the heights of the eldest son of the General's Mansion was a blessing earned over several lifetimes... and it was also the life-saving straw that saved her mother from the sea of misery forever.

It was a night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, and the sight was covered by a red hijab, and the sound of breathing could be heard clearly in the quiet room.

Fu Ling's fingertips rubbed the soft quilt under her body uneasily, and the slight sweat on her palms reminded her of what was about to happen.

Before leaving the mansion, the nanny who taught her had repeatedly warned her that during the wedding night, she must be courteous, win her husband's favor, and give birth to her eldest grandson as soon as possible, so that she can gain a foothold in this mansion in the future.

Mammy even specifically told her that the man she married was used to serving in the army. A rough guy who practiced martial arts was not as caring as a young man in the capital. If he hurt someone due to a move he didn't know how to do, he would grit his teeth and endure it.

Fu Ling used to be attentive to this hard-won marriage. He reviewed his grandma's teachings over and over in his mind, and his fair cheeks unknowingly turned into crimson clouds.

I don’t know how long it took, but the candle was finally burning, and the light went out with a "pop" sound. After a moment, the door was quietly pushed open.

Fu Ling's heart suddenly rose to the top of his throat.

The moment the hijab was lifted, many thoughts flashed through her mind.

A man who grew up in a military camp should be as tall and thick as a butcher who sells meat in the alley. No, he is even more vicious than a butcher...

The sound of steady footsteps approached her ears. Fu Ling carefully opened her eyes, her long eyelashes still trembling slightly, like a butterfly fluttering before spreading its wings.

"Fu Ling?"

The man's deep voice was dispersed in the tidal darkness.

The cold moonlight poured down through the gaps in the window lattice, reflecting on his red wedding dress, which was similar to hers. The whole world seemed to be shrouded in a layer of bright gauze.

But underneath the joy, there was no trace of joy in the man's stern face. His dark eyes were as dark as a cold night, and his angular profile was smeared with silvery moonlight, like an unsheathed cold blade, blowing towards his face. The murderous aura that came was so chilling that people's hearts trembled.

"……Um?"

Fu Ling heard his own voice trembling, like the dying groan of an animal about to be bitten on the neck by a wild beast.

The man moved closer and stood beside the bed. Fu Ling could clearly smell the faint scent of alcohol on him. For some reason, it reminded her of the cold wind and snow and the freezing cold in the storybook.

If he took another step forward, she would not dare to breathe.

A long silence echoed in the air. The man in front of her just stared at her silently for a long time, and suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"I'm a little tired today, so I'll sleep in the study." His voice was a little unnatural, as if he was trying to avoid something, and his eyes were slightly downcast, "You should rest first."

After saying this, he frowned slightly, then turned around and was about to leave.

Fu Ling watched his back disappearing from her sight, and she stood up suddenly, not knowing where she got the courage from.

"etc!"

In just a few steps, her heart beat like a drum.

She was powerless in this huge general's palace and had no one to rely on. She could only rely on her status as the Crown Princess. If she let her newlywed go away during the wedding night, I'm afraid the days to come would be particularly difficult.

All the past events suddenly flashed through his mind, including the fatigue that his mother couldn't hide and the scars on her body from being whipped, the palms that were deliberately beaten to a bloody pulp when she was studying arts, the ridicule of sisters, the bullying of attendants...

The man's hand pushing the door paused when he heard the sound. Fu Ling no longer cared so much, and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind almost subconsciously.

She had never been so close to any man, and through the thin wedding dress, her breathing and heartbeat almost blended together. Even though the person in front of her was her newlywed husband, his chilling aura still made Fu Ling feel strange and fearful from the bottom of her heart.

But she had no choice.

"Husband."

Fu Ling's voice was very small. The soft and gauzy voice blended with the quiet night and fell in Xiao Chengyou's ears, like the rustling of reeds on the shore being blown by the wind, softly tickling his ears. For a moment.

Xiao Chengyou did not answer, but stood silently for a moment. He could easily feel the trembling of the person behind him who was trying his best to endure it, and the fragrance of her hair, as soft and light as gardenia, diffused in the night, slowly entangled with him like a carefully stretched vine.

Xiao Chengyou's brows furrowed slightly, and his body stiffened involuntarily.

Even though he is now in the capital, the scene of the battle on the border not long ago is still vivid in his mind.

A traitor in the army spread false information, and he and Shen Zhao were chased and intercepted by the rebels. They were trapped in the snowy mountains and fought fiercely for three days and three nights, with mountains of blood and corpses everywhere.

In a desperate situation, they led their elite troops to break out at night, but unexpectedly they encountered an avalanche. Shen Zhao was accidentally hit by an arrow and fell from his horse. When he was seriously injured and dying, Shen Zhao handed him the token on his body and murmured with his blood-stained lips.

"Use my identity to survive...and do what you want to do."

The raging heavy snow swallowed up Shen Zhao's body, and Xiao Chengyou's heavy thoughts seemed to fall into an abyss.

Eighteen years ago, during the battle for the right to inherit the throne, his father was unjustly deprived of the title of crown prince and executed late at Meridian Gate. He was the only one in the East Palace who was only seven years old when he was rescued by the general and sent to the border with Shen Zhao to hide his traces. If not Shen Zhao died in battle, and his identity should have been hidden from the light for the rest of his life, hidden in the darkness, with no possibility of overturning the case.

Taking advantage of the victory on the border, the general asked the Holy One to let him return to the capital. Xiao Chengyou was ready to start over, but he didn't expect that on the first day he returned home, he would be dragged to worship without stopping.

No one told him that there was an unmarried wife waiting for him in the general's mansion.

There were bright red 囍 characters on the door in front of him. Xiao Chengyou raised his eyes and looked at the swaying light of the lanterns under the eaves. A strange emotion slowly enveloped him like a fine net.

After a long silence, he heard Fu Ling's dying pleading tone.

"Husband... can you please stay?"