Golden Terrace

But he didn’t try to dissuade him. He couldn’t, and had no right to. The Fu family’s three generations of loyal military souls, dying on the battlefield was almost a form of homecoming.

Fu Shen held his cup with one hand, lightly touching Yan Xiaohan’s, and sneered, “Don’t be so sentimental. Who would want to watch snow with you next year? You might as well make a wish that if I die in battle, my last act will be to forgive you.”

What seemed like a send-off was essentially a farewell.

“I wish the General victory and a triumphant return,” he said steadily, his hand not trembling, his smile unchanged. “I hope you hate me for a lifetime.”

Through countless difficulties, Fu Shen ultimately broke through and survived. When he returned to the capital, Yan Xiaohan had been promoted to Flying Dragon Guard Chief Inspector, becoming even more unbearable. The two worked together in the court, always arguing, eventually becoming a notoriously antagonistic pair.

Past events were set aside.

But could Fu Shen truly say he had let everything go?

He could disregard the cause and effect, let wounds scar over and heal, but could the feeling of being stabbed through so long ago be easily forgotten?

Once bitten by a snake, one fears the rope for ten years. Fu Shen now always prepared a backup plan for everything, a habit from those days.

He was no longer afraid of betrayal, but also couldn’t fully trust anyone again. Beneath these layers of old events, the final truth was still hidden. Cai Yue had not died.

“What a heartless heart this is, Yan-xiong,” Fu Shen gripped the wheelchair armrest, whispering to himself, “Are you really willing to make me hate you for a lifetime?”

Chapter 24 Settlement | Yan-daren with a Filter

Beijing, at the time when night falls and lamps are lit. The desk was piled high with official documents, and Yan Xiaohan was buried among them, busy beyond measure. The porridge in the tray had long gone cold. The steward, an old servant, hesitated outside the door before finally mustering the courage to tiptoe in.

“Master, you’ve been looking at these for a whole day. Please rest your eyes and have something to eat.”

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