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Phoenix in Flight
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The aroma of the dishes wafted through the Bamboo House. She was very familiar with the arrangement inside, and after setting down the bamboo chopsticks,
Feng Qingxue called out, "It's time to eat, Xiang."
Footsteps gradually approached, and when Xiang stopped in front of her, she suddenly raised her hand, which had been burned by hot oil. Then she felt a layer of cool ointment being gently applied to her hand by Xiang.
Xiang's babbling sounded like a protest. Feng Qingxue subtly withdrew her hand from Xiang's grasp and insisted, "I'm fine. You've already helped me a lot. Let me handle the cooking. Otherwise, I would feel no different from a useless person."
As Feng Qingxue spoke, she subconsciously touched a scar on her wrist.
Seeing Feng Qingxue's dejected expression, Tuoba Mo, who stood quietly in front of her, felt as if he had a lump in his throat and could not utter a sound.
Feng Qingxue accurately sat down in her position and began to pick up food with her chopsticks as if she were an ordinary person, her movements swift and without hesitation.
Tuoba Mo silently accompanied her for dinner but felt his heart tighten when he saw the food on the bamboo stool that Feng Qingxue was about to eat.
At that moment, he could only watch as Feng Qingxue ate the garlic cloves she hated the most. After a brief pause, she swallowed them nonchalantly.
Everything seemed perfectly normal, but only he knew how Feng Qingxue used to look after mistakenly eating garlic cloves—disgusted to the point of wanting to vomit.
He clenched his fists tightly as he watched Feng Qingxue smile faintly at him after finishing her meal and say, "Did you find today's food to your liking, Xiang?"
He tapped the table with his bamboo chopsticks, making satisfied sounds.
Tuoba Mo tried to rush to wash the dishes but was rejected by Feng Leng. He could only stand at the door and watch as she struggled to draw water from the well with her right hand, which he had injured.
Before long, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Feng Leng's forehead as she watched the wooden bucket fall into the deep well once again. Tuoba Mo's deep eyes glinted dangerously as if they could devour someone. Fearing he could no longer control his emotions, he quickly turned away and left.
Hearing the footsteps of Tuoba Mo leaving, her tightly pressed red lips couldn't help but curve slightly.
As Feng Qingxue stood up after tidying up the dishes, she heard the crisp sound of a hairpin falling to the ground.
She hurriedly crouched down to search for the hairpin, and when she touched the unique coldness of the jade pin, she couldn't help but be taken aback, her expression suddenly becoming dazed...
A hairpin was originally an ordinary object, but in Jiang Kingdom, it held a different meaning.
In Jiang Kingdom, a hairpin was a token of love. If a woman accepted a hairpin given by a man, it meant she accepted his affection and was willing to marry him.
" Ling, this Auspicious Hairpin is my mother’s relic. In fact, I informed my father three years ago that you would be the owner of this hairpin."
At that time, Xie Qing had already prepared everything and was just waiting for next month’s Feng Leng ceremony to have his father bestow marriage upon them. However, at that moment, news came from the border that his father Feng Jin had died in battle.
Over the past three years of war, Feng Qingxue had seen the Chu Army suffer defeat after defeat. Ultimately, after the disastrous Broken Horizon battle where the Chu Army suffered heavy losses, Emperor Chu had no choice but to send envoys to Jiang Kingdom to seek peace.
In addition to treasures, Emperor Chu was also willing to cede Three Cities in exchange for peaceful coexistence between the two nations.
The two nations of Jiang and Chu had been at war for over ten years, and the common people on both sides had suffered greatly.
Feng Qingxue could not forget her father's murder, but seeing the soldiers who had guarded the borders for many years weep with joy at the thought of returning home made her suppress her personal vendetta deep within her heart. After all, it was not her wish to see the common people caught in such turmoil due to the war between their nations.
Fearing that Feng Qingxue would not be able to let go of her hatred, Xie Qing was uncertain on his way here whether she would easily accept his feelings.
However, at this moment, all his concerns seemed unnecessary: " Ling, from now on you will be my wife."
Overjoyed, Xie Qing suddenly lifted Feng Leng, who was still holding a long spear, and spun around excitedly under the starry sky.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a shooting star. In that moment, Xie Qing's deep eyes darkened. Despite never believing in deities, he silently watched the meteor and inwardly wished that the one he loved could have peace for a lifetime.
Meeting Feng Qingxue's stunning smile, reminiscent of a night-blooming flower, Xie Qing couldn't help but tighten his grip around her.
The wedding date between Jiang Kingdom's Third Prince and Feng Leng was set for the eighth day of next month. The maidservant assisting her in trying on the wedding dress let down the hairpin that had been tied up for many years, allowing her dark hair to cascade down like satin.
It is often said that the General is a rare beauty in Jiang Kingdom, possessing a heart more resolute than any man's beneath her stunning appearance. With her wisdom and bravery, she led thirty thousand troops from Jiang Kingdom to defeat eighty thousand from the Chu Army at Broken Horizon, becoming a legendary figure in Jiang Kingdom.
Dressed in red with black hair, even without any makeup, she was enough to captivate hearts. It is no wonder that the Third Prince, Xie Qing, who has always been seen as a gentleman by the world, would fall for her and wait patiently for Feng Leng's triumphant return.
"General Feng, the phoenix crown is ready," said the maidservant before turning to open the door for Xie Qing, who had been waiting outside.
Unexpectedly, the phoenix crown was heavier than silver-blue, and the intricate trailing gown made it difficult for her to walk.
Upon hearing familiar footsteps, Feng Qingxue lifted her skirt with one hand and adjusted the crown on her head with the other as she clumsily turned to face Xie Qing.
In his impression, his beautiful fiancée had always been as light as a swallow; however, now she appeared awkward in her wedding attire, lacking any trace of her former battlefield grace.
Feeling a stir in his heart, Xie Qing quietly stood by the door, waiting for the clumsy Feng Qingxue to slowly make her way toward him step by step.
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