Yu Qiaoting: “General, you really dare to imagine.”
“But it’s impossible,” Fu Shen said, “His background alone is a big problem.”
Yu Qiaoting: “Then you…”
Fu Shen: “I often think, whether it’s the Emperor, the Crown Prince, or the Qi Prince, whoever sits on the dragon throne, whether a wise or foolish ruler, why does the North Yan cavalry always become a fishbone stuck in one’s throat? To be honest, I’ve even wavered, thinking perhaps the problem isn’t with the Emperor, but with the very existence of the North Yan cavalry.”
Yu Qiaoting empathized and sighed.
“But the North Yan cavalry has guarded the northern frontier diligently for years, protecting the country. What’s wrong with that?
Fu Shen said, “The North Yan cavalry is the nation’s sharp blade. The knife is not at fault; the fault lies with those who wield it. As long as the hilt is in someone else’s hand, we will forever live in suspicion.”
Yu Qiaoting was shocked by the general’s treasonous words and trembled: “Jing Yuan, you… you’re planning a rebellion…”
“Don’t panic, I haven’t done anything yet,” Fu Shen laughed lightly. “Besides, I’m about to get married. Why would I want to become a lonely rebel when I could live a good life?”
Yu Qiaoting couldn’t help but mock: “General, stop bragging. Don’t make this chance encounter sound like a heaven-sent marriage.”
After much discussion, the conclusion was that they couldn’t rebel, couldn’t stage a coup, and the unsolvable problems remained unsolvable. Fu Shen had a vague idea, but it was too shocking. If he said it, Yu Qiaoting might call Dr. Du to check his brain, so he wisely kept quiet.
Fu Shen and Yan Xiaohan exchanged glances but in the end, Xiao Chun was the unlucky one. Little General Xiao was unwilling to go down without a fight, so he dragged the troublemaker Yu Qiaoting along with him.
Fu Shen finally found some peace, slowly exhaling a hot breath from his throat, feeling like his internal organs were being burned by the alcohol.
He leaned down to look at another box and indeed discovered another gift under the tanned fur: a pair of hand-sewn fur knee pads.
