In the final battle at Muyang, Murong Feng returned to the battlefield, and the Guangling Army won a decisive victory.
Qing was forced to submit, and the two countries signed a treaty to keep the peace for a hundred years.
Not long after, back at court, the Prime Minister was impeached by all the officials for treason and collusion with the enemy. The emperor, furious, ordered a thorough investigation.
Ren Jingsi went from military inspector to criminal and returned to the capital with the Guangling Army. However, no one in the army treated him harshly.
All of this was orchestrated by Murong Feng, who had planned everything in advance and was just waiting for the final moment to close the net.
The poisoning was an accident, and Ren Jingsi saving Luo Huanghun was also unexpected.
Others might not know why, but Murong Feng understood perfectly.
After honoring the fallen soldiers, that evening was the victory banquet. Murong Feng, following the doctor’s orders, couldn’t drink and sat gloomily at the table with tea, though his cold, dignified face gave nothing away.
The atmosphere grew lively, with the officers drinking and playing games. Murong Feng quietly slipped away and returned to his tent.
As soon as Luo Huanghun entered, she was pulled into a strong embrace and kissed passionately. She smelled the familiar scent of medicine and stopped struggling.
When the kiss ended, Luo Huanghun leaned against Murong Feng, panting slightly. Annoyed, she elbowed him.
Murong Feng grunted and bent over in pain. Luo Huanghun immediately panicked and checked his injuries.
Worried, she said, "Are you okay? It’s my fault, I forgot you were still hurt..."
Her hands fumbled all over Murong Feng, and she didn’t notice his expression becoming more and more peculiar.
Once she confirmed his wound was fine, Murong Feng’s breathing had already grown heavy.
Luo Huanghun realized something was off when she felt his tight embrace. Her face flushed as she tried to escape, but Murong Feng pulled her back.
"Um, your injury isn’t healed yet—you need to take care of yourself..."
"Mhm, I will."
He said he’d be careful, but his body clearly wasn’t listening!
Before Luo Huanghun could protest, Murong Feng scooped her up and laid her on the bed.
He looked down at her, eyes full of deep affection.
The intensity nearly burned Luo Huanghun; she turned her head and gripped his clothes tightly.
Murong Feng chuckled, lay beside her, and when Luo Huanghun sneaked a look, she met his smiling gaze.
Embarrassed and angry, she tried to hit him again.
Murong Feng caught her hand, kissed it gently, and asked, "Luo Huanghun, will you marry me? From now on, we’ll share honor and disgrace, life and death together."
Tears streamed down Luo Huanghun’s cheeks, but her eyes were full of joy. "I will!"
Murong Feng looked at her beautiful lips and kissed her deeply. "Good. Tonight, we are husband and wife."
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