After Becoming the Cannon Fodder Live-in Spouse A (GL) - Chapter 46: The Forty-Sixth Day

Chapter 46: The Forty-Sixth Day

The speed of the convoy heading to Yingtian Prefecture was not slow. Basically, during the day, Ye Fuguang stayed in this endlessly shaking carriage, bumping along. From the initial numbness caused by the jolts, feeling as if her brains had been shaken into a uniform paste, to later self-consolingly thinking, “Forget it, just pretend it’s riding a green-skinned train,” she took four days to adapt.

Later, because they were approaching areas affected by the floods, many places were submerged by water and triggered mountain torrents, changing the terrain. So Shen Jinglan did not stay in the carriage but rode a horse beside the convoy. Sometimes she even followed some scouting vanguard to the front to find the way.

When she returned one time, she found Ye Fuguang sitting at the shaft of the outer carriage. For safety, she had even used a rope to make a rough binding strap for herself to avoid falling off during the bumps.

Knowing that she was tired of staying in the carriage, Shen Jinglan reached out her hand to her and asked if she wanted to ride a horse.

The little princess consort glanced at the horse saddle, which was still hard despite being wrapped in cowhide—

Then she lowered her head and thought about her thighs, which were not at all resistant to friction.

She politely declined.

In this era, being a shut-in was right because the level of transportation development was right here. No matter whether traveling by land or by water, it was always a torment.

“If the Prince truly pities me,” she said in that very green tea expression, speaking in a coy and drippy manner, “next time, do not bring me out.”

Shen Jinglan narrowed her pair of beautiful phoenix eyes.

She thought for a moment whether to help this little dog recall the joy of previously galloping on horseback.

But because of Ye Fuguang’s slightly thinned jawline and her lips that had lost a bit of bl00d color, the Prince of Qishan ultimately did not do that kind of bad thing that built happiness on the little dog’s pain. She just pretended to ponder for a long time, then smiled and refused:

“No.”

“Didn’t we say it before? This Prince cannot leave you.”

Ye Fuguang: “…”

When they returned to Yong’an, she definitely had to go find Ye Yuge and ask if lovestruck brain could be cured. It was quite urgent.

…

At the same time, in Jiangning City.

Su Wanqiu, who had received the intelligence report, touched the苍 eagle that brought her the message with one hand. Facing the fierce bird with ruthless eyes, she was not afraid at all and treated it like a little pigeon, stroking it. Her white and tender hand back contrasted with the black feathers of the苍 eagle.

Not long after, she chuckled lazily: “Should I say it’s worthy of being the number one general of the Great Zong? Clearly before

Mi Yun had handled the matter cleanly and beautifully, yet she could still sense that there was something fishy about it. Traveling was like marching in an army, and she was still so cautious…”

Someone knelt before her and continued in very non-standard Central Plains language, “So what? Even if she has three thousand imperial guards by her side, the refugees we gathered through the Saintess number tens of thousands. Everyone has now submitted to the divine religion. As long as you are willing to give the order, there are plenty of death warriors among them.”

Su Wanqiu thought for a moment and absent-mindedly replied: “Indeed, from the perspective of military strategy, with ten times the numbers, one can surround and attack from the front—”

But after all, those were commoners who had not received training.

Most of them were Qianyuan, but in terms of strength and speed, they could not be compared to the well-armored imperial guards. Moreover, the current imperial guards were mostly the skilled hands who had previously charged alongside the Shen family. After all, not many years had passed since the establishment of the Great Zong dynasty. Even the elderly ones were much stronger than inexperienced new recruits.

She withdrew her hand that was stroking the苍 eagle and placed it toward her maidservant, letting the other person carefully wipe her hand with a wet cloth. Yet she smiled at the person in front of her: “Then let’s try it.”

Su Wanqiu smiled, as if showing pity, and responded in a gentle tone: “Let you go try for your Guishuang Prince whether this long spear of the Great Zong, which has been invincible, is still as sharp as before.”

The warrior kneeling before her raised his hand and patted his left chest.

“I am willing to die for the Saintess.”

He excitedly stood up. Before leaving, he did not forget to guarantee to Su Wanqiu that he would definitely bring back Shen Jinglan’s head and cast the most expensive skull wine cup for her at next year’s great sacrificial ceremony.

Su Wanqiu smilingly agreed.

Until his figure walked out of the room where she was, the expression on her face only then turned indifferent. After a while, she spoke to instruct the people around her: “Let Mi Yun’s subordinates lead their horses well. Assemble at the east of the city in a quarter of an hour.”

Her maidservant slightly raised her head in surprise: “Princess, the outside of the city is chaotic everywhere at this time. Although many lowly people have submitted to you, there are still some scattered ones. If they are bumped by those hungry and stupid ones, Aunt Xunfang will definitely punish us maidservants for negligence in care.”

Su Wanqiu thought of the clue mentioned in the intelligence report that Shen Jinglan had indeed brought her princess consort out. She was somewhat eager to see if she could receive that trophy. Hearing the words, she raised the hand that had just been wiped clean and gently pinched the maidservant’s chin.

She leaned close and responded good-temperedly: “Yes, if Xunfang knows that you did not take good care of me, you indeed deserve ten thousand deaths.”

After a pause, she said lowly again: “But if you make me unhappy—”

“I will make you wish you were dead right now.”

The tone at the end of the sentence completely dropped, making the listener instantly feel as if falling into an icy ocean.

–

At this moment, the Prince of Qishan’s carriage and horses were stationed near Jiming Mountain because a light rain had started falling from the sky. The clouds were too thick, and it was still unknown how long this rain would last, so the carriages and horses were all stationed in a flat and open place far from the mountain pass.

Ye Fuguang was in a dilemma between the Great Zong version of a sweet donut that had a cavity and a pancake made with bird eggs but without much seasoning. In the end, she still chose to eat the hot one.

The rainwater hit the roof of the carriage like a dense bead curtain falling. In the gap while waiting for the pancake to cool, she raised her head and looked at the pattering rain outside the window.

Shen Jinglan, who had already put on a raincoat and a rain hat, rode her black horse past her window. She stopped outside for a moment and, seeing that she had not eaten the pancake yet, asked: “Is it not tasty?”

Ye Fuguang shook her head.

She was idle and bored, so she started asking randomly: “What is the name of this horse of the Prince?”

Shen Jinglan answered whatever she asked: “White Snow.”

“…”

The little princess consort had not reacted yet, but the black horse, whose fur was shiny from the rain, unhappily shook its head, let out a heavy snort in protest, and incidentally stared at Ye Fuguang, who had heard this name, with its pitch-black big eyes, as if threatening her:

Dare to call it that way and try?

Ye Fuguang again: “…”

She dryly laughed twice and unresistingly accepted being threatened by the horse with its eyes. She dryly echoed: “I did not expect the Prince would also tell jokes.”

“This is not a joke,” Shen Jinglan very calmly glanced at her. Her colorful and beautiful features under the grayish raincoat were as bright as if washed by water, the most dazzling and brilliant existence in this misty rainy mountain scenery. She paused and then said: “But there is indeed a joke I can tell you.”

She casually told the story of the first time she went out to fight a war, when her imperial uncle secretly stuffed dozens of leek and egg pancakes into her bundle. And she emphasized that it was the hottest time of the three fu periods, with extremely hot weather.

One could imagine—

The destructive power caused by the leek pancakes in that sweltering heat.

That incident even made several of Shen Jinglan’s soldiers think she was a leek-flavored messenger incense for a time, and they suspected that this smell would undergo certain adaptive changes with temperature variations.

She did not say the following content, but Ye Fuguang, who had once experienced the destructive power of her deskmate eating leek dumplings on transportation, had already started laughing haha. She lay on the window edge, laughing so hard she could not straighten her waist, and almost got her face splashed by a curtain of water blown in by the wind.

Shen Jinglan urged the horse to step forward half a step, blocking the rainwater blown in by the wind. She deliberately kept a cold face: “You laughed too loudly.”

“Sorry, sorry…” Ye Fuguang waved her hands vigorously. Her deer eyes were full of clear laughter. She held it in hard for a while, her face turned red, and found she still could not hold it back. She could only lumpily find an excuse: “But the Prince just said this was a joke. If I do not laugh after hearing it, would that not be not giving the Prince face?”

Shen Jinglan slanted her eyes at her: “Sharp-tongued.”

Ye Fuguang casually picked up the pancake beside her, which had cooled considerably, and took a bite. She mumbled in response: “Then help you block it.”

Seeing her both cheeks bulging from biting the thick pancake, like a little mouse full-bellied in a granary, Shen Jinglan lowered her eyes and thought to herself:

Who allowed her to block it in this way?

…

Just as the two of them were chatting idly in the rain, an infantryman braved the rainwater and ran quickly all the way to report to her, saying that a large group of refugees was gathering toward this place not far ahead. Moreover, they were holding some crude weapons for plowing fields and chopping wood in their hands. It was suspected that the mountain bandits entrenched here wanted to rob them.

Ye Fuguang overheard it with one ear, then started stuffing the pancake into her mouth vigorously. Jixiang beside her timely handed her a gourd of clear water—because Jixiang was more steady and calm in doing things, this time only she accompanied Ye Fuguang on the trip, while Ruyi was left in the prince’s mansion.

Shen Jinglan was just about to urge the horse to go check the situation when she noticed Ye Fuguang’s actions and could not help but smile: “You are quite—”

“Remembering me.” The little princess consort did not even care about eating the pancake anymore and looked at her very seriously: “The Prince will not forget I am in the carriage later, right? It will not happen that the soldiers in front are still fighting, but the carriages and horses in the back are driven away, and then both the wife and the money are robbed by others, right?”

Shen Jinglan’s train of thought broke for a moment.

Wife?

While being disturbed by this term, she was distracted thinking about the possibility of the event Ye Fuguang mentioned.

Then she found that this probability was quite high.

So the Prince of Qishan thought for a moment and placed her gaze on the rope beside her princess consort that had been specially wrapped around with thin cloth, looking quite fancy.

–

Half a quarter of an hour later.

The misty fine rain in the mountains gradually stopped. In the roadside wild grass clusters soaked by the rain, many black shadows emerged alone, near and far, like lonely souls originally buried here awakened by this rain.

On the mountain not far away, Su Wanqiu, standing under a tree with someone holding an oiled paper umbrella over her head, narrowed her eyes. Because her eyesight was extremely good, she could see that vivid figure who had already discarded the raincoat and was leading the black-armored imperial guards in and out of the scattered army like soft mud, like a flood dragon emerging from the sea. She was the most eye-catching.

A moment later, she asked the person beside her: “What is that?”

“It is… the Prince of Qishan.”

“?” Su Wanqiu was expressionless: “Do you think I cannot recognize the Prince of Qishan? I am asking you what that is sitting on the horse with her?”

“A person.” The other party answered honestly.

Su Wanqiu was expressionless and beckoned to the people behind, letting them drag down this fool who would not use his brain, would not think, and would not even please the Saintess, rewarding him by joining the suicide squad below.

Then she irritably turned her head and looked at that weak figure who had almost become Siamese twins with Shen Jinglan, completely making it impossible for anyone to find any opportunity to strike—

A moment later, she sneered and no longer looked at the black-armored imperial guards below like a tide, opening a gap and closing in from three sides to counterattack.

“The Saintess will not wait for Yalian’s result? He can still fight.” Someone asked this way.

“He has already lost. A lost Guishuang warrior should have no face to continue living,” Su Wanqiu’s tone was light and floating, naturally deciding the life of that foreign warrior. After a pause, she smiled: “Letting Shen Jinglan reach Yingtian Prefecture is also fine.”

She said: “When she arrives in Suzhou and Hangzhou, she will regret not being stopped here.”

…

At the foot of the mountain.

Ye Fuguang tightly closed

her eyes and tried hard to convince herself that this was just an infinite mode roller coaster. Persist, come on, you can—

She did not know how long she encouraged herself like this. After feeling the White Snow under her, which had been running, twisting, and stomping hard, stop, she quietly opened one eye. Then she found that the surrounding soldiers had already pressed the refugees who could not run away and had surrendered on their own to kneel down. Many had knelt with a clatter in front.

Looking over at a glance, only Shen Jinglan’s black horse was at the very front, arrogantly scorning this group of defeated people, completely unaware that there was some waste on its back experiencing the biggest social death of her life.

Shen Jinglan looked at the distant misty rainy mountain valley where the fog had not yet dispersed and was thinking why some of these people had such fierce Qianyuan martial skills, completely trained in martial arts, and moreover wrapped their heads in turbans, looking like they could not be seen by others.

It could not be that the soldiers under the Yingtian Prefecture governor thought they could not have enough to eat even in the richest Jiangnan and wanted to go up the mountain to experience the days of living precariously and robbing passing civilians?

She rotated her right wrist and stared at the long silver gun in her hand. She was originally still recalling the strange feeling of the two close combats with the opponent just now, but then found that the person in her arms had her eyes tightly closed and her entire face red.

She casually handed the weapon to the guard leader of Shen Zekun’s personal guards beside her and simply instructed a few words on how to handle these hungry people. The most important among them was to ask from these people’s mouths what exactly the leader’s background was. Then she led the horse slowly to the side, raised her hand, and touched Ye Fuguang’s cheek.

“Little quail, why are you always keeping your head down?”

Ye Fuguang: “!”

Ahhh do not talk to her. Just pretend she was already dead, okay!

She closed her eyes and announced weakly: “From today on, I am not called Ye Fuguang. I am called Ye Ah Dou.”

This plot of being tied to a general’s body and then killing in and out seven times on a small earth slope with the enemy, she remembered clearly. The problem was that the history books did not say that fighting while being tied to someone’s body was a very shameful thing?

So socially dead!!

How would she face the eyes of those imperial guards and the Duke of Yong’s personal guards in the future!

Ahhh!

She really was not the kind of clingy person who could not walk independently without Shen Jinglan!

Shen Jinglan seemed to know what she cared about. Although she did not understand why she wanted to change her name, she lightly laughed and showed no restraint. She just smoothly asked: “Didn’t the beloved consort say before that she wanted this Prince to tie you to the belt of my pants, never separating from you at any moment? This Prince did as I said. Why is the beloved consort still not satisfied?”

Ye Fuguang: “…”

That was a metaphor. Do you understand?

Who let you really tie it?

And it was with this rope that tied the pink clothes. Help, even more embarrassing.

Ye·Eye-catching Package·Fuguang was teased until her vision went black. She opened her mouth several times but could not say a word. Finally, in this large-scale social death aftermath, she slowly, slowly spat out one sentence:

“…Kill me, right now.”

While Shen Jinglan was untying the rope, she could not help but laugh. It seemed she had not expected that being forced to bring this little princess consort on a business trip would have such an effect of relaxing her mood and pleasing her body and mind. When she coiled the rope circle by circle and tossed it back to the carriage shaft from afar, she casually rubbed Ye Fuguang’s lower back where the hem of her clothes had been twisted into creases.

Then she smiled and continued: “How could that be?”

“Didn’t we agree before? As long as this Prince lives one day, you will live one day.”

She lowered her head to look at the bloodstains on the trouser legs of the person in her arms and the light purple clothes completely soaked and moistened by the light rain, like bramble flowers wet by the rain, scattered all over the ground.

Unfortunately, she could not appreciate it carefully because Ye Fuguang’s constitution was very poor. It was estimated that if she did not change clothes soon, she would catch a cold—

Shen Jinglan perfunctorily coaxed her and urged the horse to send the little princess consort back to the carriage, thinking of changing the clothes on her body together with her.

–

Inside the carriage.

The still shocked Jixiang tried hard to suppress her inner thoughts. Just as she was about to step forward to serve, she was waved away by Shen Jinglan, indicating for her to go out. So the maidservant could only silently retreat and then outside press the curtain tightly without any gaps.

Shen Jinglan raised her hand to undo the collar buttons for Ye Fuguang. But halfway through, the little girl finally reacted and raised her hand to gather her own collar. Lowering her head, she mumbled: “Prince, I can do it myself.”

“Mm.”

The Prince of Qishan casually responded but did not stop her movements.

Her fingertips slid over the soft curves of the little princess consort. Especially when the outer robe fell off, leaving only a snow-white inner garment clinging to the body, outlining from the collarbone to the waist inch by inch. When stopping at the binding strap on Ye Fuguang’s waist, her phoenix eyes similarly reflected the little princess consort’s face reddening again.

She even felt that the warmth rising in this carriage was suppressed by a chilling light breeze.

But it was not wind.

It was the Qianyuan’s messenger incense.

The light pink at the corner of Shen Jinglan’s eye did not change at all. She seemed not to realize that her casual action had forced the little dog into what kind of desperate situation. Her fingertips casually tapped on that snow-white waist, and she suddenly asked:

“Wife, what does that mean?”