Chapter 59 Rou’er Is So Obedient

Chapter 59: Rou'er is So Obedient

Outside the window, the cold wind carried snow, pattering against the window panes and making the paper rustle. Jiang Wanrou turned over, burying her face in the soft, warm quilt.

It was already past midnight. The young maid on night watch huddled by the charcoal brazier, yawning. Suddenly, steady footsteps approached from outside, and a tall figure approached slowly.

The maid was startled awake and quickly stood up, stepping aside. As the door opened, she bowed and said, "Good evening, master."

Lu Feng nonchalantly removed his cloak, which was dusty with snow and wind, and quietly dismissed the maid. Jiang Wanrou had already fallen asleep by this time. The maid had intended to remind him, but under the faint light, she noticed bloodstains on the soles of Lu Feng's boots and flecks of red on his cloak.

The maid curtsied and silently retreated, closing the door behind her, shutting out the howling wind and snow.

With a slightly rough gesture, Lu Feng yanked aside the bed curtains and opened a concealed compartment at the head of the bed. From the assortment of jars and bottles inside, he haphazardly grabbed a porcelain jar. His long fingers stirred its contents, while his other hand gripped Jiang Wanrou's chin, forcefully pressing against her soft lips.

...

Jiang Wanrou was in the midst of a pleasant dream when she was awakened by a sudden sensation. She drowsily opened her eyes.

"It's me."

Lu Feng tightened his grip on her waist, his voice low and hoarse, carrying a hint of barely noticeable excitement.

Jiang Wanrou's body was still soft from sleep, and she truly had no strength at the moment. She clung to Lu Feng's strong shoulders and, as if coaxing Huai Yi, whispered, "Good man, can we do this tomorrow? It's too late now, and I'm tired."

In the darkness, the man's low laughter echoed.

"You don't have to do anything."

...

Like a small boat tossed on the waves, rising and falling. Lu Feng was unusually excited today, unable to restrain his strength. Jiang Wanrou's smooth, jade-like skin was covered in red bruises, appearing quite alarming.

After what felt like an eternity, Jiang Wanrou's sleepiness was completely gone. She lay limp, soaked in sweat, resting on Lu Feng.

"Did things not go well outside? Why are you venting on me?"

Jiang Wanrou poked at Lu Feng's waist muscles, her tone reproachful. "Third sister-in-law asked me to play cards tomorrow. What if I can't get up?"

The room was dimly lit, with only a flickering candle on the outermost high stool. Lu Feng raised his hand, stroking her smooth, long hair.

His voice, lazy with satisfaction, said, "Make her wait."

As the eldest sister-in-law, it was only natural for the younger ones to wait for her.

Jiang Wanrou glared at him. "I can't bear to lose face like that."

Yao Jinyu was sharp-tongued, and her mind was quick. If she guessed what had happened, she would surely tease her mercilessly.

Lu Feng chuckled softly, amused, lifting her chin. "Let me see, where exactly is the face lost?"

Outwardly, he commanded authority, and within the inner chambers, he had his woman well under control. Lu Feng felt quite pleased with himself.

His temper came in waves. Earlier, he had been fierce and harsh, making Jiang Wanrou think that things hadn't gone well for him. She had endured her sleepiness to attend to him, but now, he didn't seem angry at all.

Jiang Wanrou broke free from his grip, nuzzling against his waist, finding a comfortable spot to lie down again.

She murmured, "What exactly happened today?"

Since he had woken her up so late, she deserved to know the reason. But Lu Feng misunderstood, recalling her awkward expression when he left earlier. He laughed heartily, amused.

He pinched her smooth, tender cheek, his tone teasing, "That jealous?"

"Relax, I didn’t share it with anyone else."

As Lu Feng spoke, he grabbed her hand and pressed it against a certain place. Jiang Wanrou's face turned crimson instantly, and she scolded him for being shameless.

She was now certain that Lu Feng was in a rather good mood.

Surrounded by the opulent spring drapes, with the warmth and softness of a beauty in his arms, it felt like the earlier chaos was a distant memory. Lu Feng gently stroked Jiang Wanrou's smooth back as he began to recount the night's events.

Tonight had been a fierce battle. The Chen Faction had indeed wanted that batch of weapons, and they truly believed that Jiang Wanxue was the hidden beauty in Lu Feng's golden house, hoping to have her poison him.

Lu Feng scoffed to himself. After all these years, the Chen Faction was still up to their old tricks, foolishly believing that a woman from the inner chambers could cause a stir. Even someone as foolish as Qi Xuan had only told his trusted aides about the hiding place of the weapons, not his own wife.

Years at sea must have addled his mind.

Lu Feng had initially planned to lay low, following the clues to track down Chen Fu. At that moment, the sky was pitch black, and a servant trailing the visitor couldn’t bear the cold and let out a cough. Lu Feng’s brow knitted in concern.

Highly educated and astute, with years of experience in the Forbidden Dragon Bureau, Lu Feng depended not only on the brutal tools of the interrogation chamber but also on his sharp mind and keen perception.

Even though they had only met once, Lu Feng instantly recognized the voice of that little brat.

Without hesitation, Lu Feng unsheathed his sword and sprang into action.

...

"And then? Did my husband take out that... leftover from Prince Chen?"

Jiang Wanrou blinked her dewy eyes. Although the scene was bloody, Lu Feng’s calm retelling left her unfazed.

Lu Feng sighed regretfully, "No, he was flanked by skilled guards and managed to slip away."

It seemed like luck was on his side. The blizzard was raging, obscuring vision and allowing Chen Fu to escape.

"But—"

Lu Feng's lips curved slightly as he slowly said, "I severed one of his arms."

He looked down at her and asked, "It’s still fresh. Want a look?"

He delivered such a gruesome statement with such calm that Jiang Wanrou's hair stood on end, and she loudly refused, "I don't want to!"

It was all bloody and mangled. Why would she want to look at that? She feared it would give her nightmares.

A hint of regret flashed in Lu Feng's eyes. The blood debt he’d borne since childhood was finally repaid today, and he felt a sense of relief. It was a shame she was too timid to share his triumph.

Jiang Wanrou looked puzzled, "But the person hasn't been caught yet. Could this come back to bite us?"

Wasn't it too early to be celebrating? Lu Feng wasn't the type to get carried away with success.

Lu Feng chuckled, his chest vibrating, making Jiang Wanrou's cheek tingle.

He tenderly stroked her cheek, "Silly."

"With such a severe injury, where would he go?"

Jiang Wanrou thought for a moment and suddenly realized, "The clinic!"

Previously, Chen Fu had been hiding and not showing his face. Now, to save his life, he only had two options: either go to the clinic or flee the capital.

Even if he had a strategist skilled in medicine by his side, you can't make something out of nothing; he would still need medicine for such a severe wound. Ordinary golden wound medicine would be insufficient to stop the bleeding.

The city gates had been tightly secured for a while, making it difficult for the Chen Faction to escape.

Having figured this out, Jiang Wanrou looked up at Lu Feng, her eyes shining brightly, "Honey, you're incredible!"

Lu Feng chuckled softly, his hand tightening around her waist.

"Is that all it takes to impress you? I can do even better..."

"Ahaha, stop it, it tickles."

His warm breath brushed her neck, and Jiang Wanrou couldn't help but turn her face away. Lu Feng had a strange urge today, particularly fond of nibbling her earlobe, which made her melt.

Jiang Wanrou couldn't bear it any longer. Lu Feng was unusually rough today; at least before, he had used ointment to prevent dryness and tearing, but now she truly had no strength left.

She squirmed in his embrace, saying, "Darling, you've been talking, but I'm not interested in any of it. What about my sister... you still haven't told me what happened."

"You told me not to worry when you left, but how can I not when you keep another woman in the courtyard, providing her with good food and drink? After all, she was your ex-fiancée. How can I not think too much?"

"If you don't explain today, I'm done with you."

Part truth, part act, Jiang Wanrou acted the jealous wife perfectly, making Lu Feng laugh heartily. He bit her earlobe hard.

"You like wearing red earrings, huh?"

Jiang Wanrou instantly grasped his meaning.

Luckily, the dim tent hid her blushing face.

Jiang Wanrou murmured softly, "I just adore them."

He had bitten her several times tonight, on her neck and chest, leaving marks everywhere. She wondered how she would dress tomorrow. Boldly, she climbed onto his shoulders, her long nails digging into his flesh.

She pressed him, "Talk fast, or else!"

Lu Feng laughed again, and after laughing enough, he hugged her fragrant, soft body, playing along, "I'll speak, please show mercy, madam."

Jiang Wanrou had already experienced Lu Feng's bland storytelling ability. Indeed, when he spoke of Jiang Wanxue, his former "fiancée," his tone showed no emotion, and Jiang Wanrou found herself dozing off.

Hearing Lu Feng say he didn't care for her sister, Jiang Wanrou was completely reassured, but she still wondered, "Why Prince Gong? They were married, after all. How could it come to this?"

Lu Feng's eyes turned cold, "Because he's foolish."

A fool who thought everyone was as narrow-minded as him.

If there was one person Lu Feng hated the most in this world, it was Prince Gong, Qi Xuan.

Qi Xuan enjoyed the emperor's favor, with the imperial concubine's favor never waning, and he was already poised to ascend to the throne. He had always tried to win Lu Feng over.

Unfortunately, Lu Feng remained cold and unapproachable, leaving Qi Xuan with no way to get close, until he accidentally discovered Lu Feng's true background.

People always have a sense of comparison; the emperor could favor a minister, but that minister could never be his own flesh and blood. Qi Xuan gradually began to secretly guard against Lu Feng, seeing him as a stumbling block on his path to the throne, wanting to eliminate him as soon as possible.

Until Lu Feng went to the battlefield, and the emperor handed the Youzhou Army over to him.

That was the Youzhou Army! The army that had fought alongside the emperor to conquer the land. Although those generals had since been ennobled and appointed as ministers, the Youzhou Army had been reorganized, but its significance to the emperor remained special.

The heart of an emperor is unfathomable; he favored Prince Gong in court, yet he also elevated Lu Feng highly, making Prince Gong see Lu Feng as a thorn in his side. That marriage was more about Prince Gong's manipulation than Jiang Wanxue's decision.

A cold and unfeeling fiancé, or a powerful prince who actively courts you and might inherit the throne—how would you choose?

The bitterness of losing his wife, yet Lu Feng didn’t care at all.

Then came the fall from the horse. It didn’t kill Lu Feng but instead broke one of his legs, which drastically changed his temperament, leading to the now-feared Commander of the Forbidden Dragon Bureau.

...

Lu Feng never shared these past events with Jiang Wanrou. Qi Xuan had it coming. He had stolen Lu Feng's fiancée back then, assuming Lu Feng was just as petty, wanting to take his woman and humiliate him.

Lu Feng preferred Jiang Wanxue's death over enduring such humiliation.

Jiang Wanrou sighed upon hearing this. Though she didn’t care for Jiang Wanxue either, she couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for her.

Life was tough enough as it was. A woman’s honor and shame were entirely dependent on men—father, husband, son. She had no say in her own life. Marrying a decent man would make life bearable, but if she faced hardships, like Jiang Wanxue, being treated like a mere object, with an incompetent husband, seeing her fall into enemy hands, not rescuing her but instead choosing to kill her to save face?

Absurd!

When she first found out about that red earring, she had wondered how her proud elder sister could sink to such depths. Now she realized—she might have simply been trying to survive.

Jiang Wanrou didn’t inquire about Jiang Wanxue’s fate from Lu Feng. She couldn’t do anything; she was also at the mercy of others.

The one thing she was luckier in was that Lu Feng had power and could protect her; that he cared for her, even quite liked her.

For a moment, Jiang Wanrou almost blurted out, asking him: What about you?

If one day, I end up in the same situation, would you make the same choice as Prince Gong?

Fortunately, reason prevailed. Jiang Wanrou moved her lips but ultimately didn’t ask.

Her low mood didn’t escape Lu Feng. He lifted her chin, “What’s wrong again? If I don’t tell you, you overthink; if I tell you, you’re unhappy.”

“Indeed, only petty people and women are hard to please.”

Jiang Wanrou clung to his neck, murmuring like a vine tightly entwined around a tree.

“What are you talking about? I was just thinking.”

“I was thinking, thank goodness my husband didn’t listen to my third sister. I’ve been obedient since childhood, what schemes or tricks do I have? You’re just wronging me.”

Lu Feng’s chest heaved with laughter again. He parted Jiang Wanrou’s legs and gently bit her ear.

“Yes, Rou'er is very obedient.”

When he left, he told her to wear that little red dress, and she obediently waited for him to return.