Ning Wanqin’s gaze immediately drifted over and landed on Wen He’s face. In an instant, she found a kindred spirit.
She had never imagined that there could be someone so understanding in a military camp. It was truly rare.
Since they were too far apart—and she had to protect Shen Moyan, making it impossible for her to come over and offer her thanks in person—she nodded vigorously at Wen He. The gratitude and approval written all over her face were unmistakable.
This gave Wen He even more confidence.
The feeling of being acknowledged and respected magnified her bleeding-heart compassion. She became increasingly convinced that the more perilous the situation, the more one ought to step forward.
For the sake of the innocent lives throughout the realm, and for the sake of this beautiful union, she had to stand up.
She reached out and tugged at Pei Wugou’s sleeve. “Ah Wu, you have to help me too.”
Pei Wugou nodded firmly. “As long as it concerns you, I’ll help you unconditionally.”
Having received yet another affirmation, Wen He’s compassion was practically overflowing. Deputy General Chen Song, however, was on the verge of exploding.
He strode over in three quick steps, drew close to Pei Wugou, and said in a low voice, “Marquis, we can’t treat this matter lightly.”
“General Lu Chaosheng’s standing in Zhenjiang City is extraordinary. Just look at how deeply these soldiers respect and admire him.”
“Now his woman has been stolen away.”
“For anyone, that would be an utterly humiliating disgrace.”
“If General Lu Chaosheng isn’t given a satisfactory explanation today, it won’t just be General Lu Chaosheng who refuses to accept it. I’m afraid the soldiers under his command won’t agree either.”
“If this provokes a mutiny, we’ll suffer far more than we gain.”
Deputy General Chen Song had offered his advice with painstaking earnestness. Unfortunately, before he could even finish speaking, Wen He unhappily interrupted him.
“Deputy General Chen Song, you can’t put it that way.”
“What do you mean, ‘stolen away’?”
“Here in Yunjing, we value true love above all else.”
“As long as two people truly love each other, no hardship or danger can keep them apart.”
“General Lu Chaosheng and Miss Ning Wanqin may have grown up together, but Miss Ning Wanqin has already found the love of her life. What’s more, they’re legally married in Yunjing.”
“At a time like this, General Lu Chaosheng ought to be magnanimous, help fulfill their wishes, respect Miss Ning Wanqin’s love, and offer them his blessing.”
“He absolutely mustn’t forcibly tear apart their marriage.”
“That would be nothing short of a heinous crime.”
After finishing, she turned her head and asked Pei Wugou, “Ah Wu, that’s how it should be, right?”
Pei Wugou nodded. “Little He is right.”
Deputy General Chen Song: “…”
No, wait. Right about what, exactly?
Pei Wugou continued, “Deputy General Chen Song, if this situation isn’t brought under control, it will spiral completely out of control. You’re the highest-ranking general in this army apart from General Lu Chaosheng. It’s time for you to step in and handle it.”
“You’d better handle it properly.”
“You can’t ruin someone else’s marriage.”
Wen He chimed in, “Exactly! You can’t ruin someone else’s love match!”
Deputy General Chen Song: “…”
No, what was that supposed to mean?
The marquis was still keeping his identity concealed and refusing to show himself.
And he wanted Chen Song to go out there?
To do things their way?
Judging from the situation, wasn’t this just pushing him straight onto the blade’s edge and into the flames?
“Deputy General Chen Song, the entire army is watching you. Aren’t you going to step forward? Or do you expect me, a mere personal guard, to handle it instead?”
Pei Wugou’s words were nothing short of a blatant threat.
Chen Song thought to himself: He was merely a minor deputy general—what had he done to deserve this?
But at this moment, faced with the increasingly chilling aura emanating from Pei Wugou, and recalling Pei Wugou’s utterly terrifying combat prowess, Deputy General Chen Song knew there was no escaping today.
He could only step forward.
“Ahem...”
After giving a deliberately fake cough and drawing the attention of all the officers and soldiers—including Lu Chaosheng, Ning Wanqin, Shen Moyan, and the others—Chen Song said, “Well... about what happened today...”
“Everyone should disperse.”
“Return to your respective camps...”
Before he could finish, he felt a sharp gaze so piercing it seemed almost tangible. Turning his head slightly, he found Pei Wugou staring at him, his eyes brimming with ruthless menace.
Chen Song’s heart quailed even more.
For fuck’s sake... was this man trying to get him killed?
He had no choice but to continue. “No matter what, Miss Ning Wanqin and Young Master Shen Moyan are now legally married. That makes them a newlywed couple.”
“We’re not a bunch of street thugs. When it’s time to offer our blessings, then we should offer our blessings.”
“Come on, brothers—let’s wish them well!”
The moment those words left his mouth, Deputy General Chen Song could clearly feel Pei Wugou’s gaze disappear.
But in its place came an overwhelming barrage of stares, prickling against his back like needles!
The gazes of countless soldiers!
Fierce gazes, sharp as blades!
If looks could kill, Chen Song would have been pierced through by ten thousand arrows right then and there!
A storm of murmurs also rose from among the troops.
“How can Chen Song go this far?”
“The hell? Is he really going to bully General Lu Chaosheng like this?”
“Are soldiers like us supposed to put up with this kind of humiliation?”
“Damn it, we can’t beat the Marquis—but can’t we beat Chen Song either?”
...
At this point, Deputy General Chen Song was on the verge of falling apart.
He felt that in that single instant, the prestige he had worked so hard to build within the army over the past while had come crashing down.
Not only had it collapsed, but...
Because of those few words, he might well have become the enemy of the entire army.
“Damn it... maybe I should surrender to Ren Tianye too. If Pei Wugou keeps tormenting me like this, sooner or later I’m going to die!”
“And not just die—I’ll die horribly!”
...
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