Six years ago, Fu Shen’s first military expedition was seen off by the Emperor Yuantai himself, leading all officials to the Golden Terrace; half a year later, upon his victorious return, he was enfeoffed as “Jing Ning” on this terrace.
Later, after Fu Shen’s legs were disabled and he no longer led troops, he chose this starting point of his life’s honor and disgrace for a marriage decree.
Dust of war, tears of blood, a life’s ups and downs, embodying “Reporting the golden terrace’s intent to the lord, lifting the jade dragon to die for the lord”.
This was his silent demonstration, and also his deep resentment.
The late sunset illuminated the wilderness, finally hearing distant hoofbeats, dust surging, a mighty procession emerging from the road’s end.
The leader was tall and straight, galloping with a bright red robe flying, set against the twilight, seemingly bathed in fire.
Not like coming to marry, but more like coming to snatch a bride.
— That was Fu Shen. — This was the real Fu Shen.
The moment he appeared was like being struck by a heavy hammer in the heart; Yan Xiaohan could even feel the lump in his throat, his eyes growing warm.
For months, he had not comforted Fu Shen, dared not touch his wounds, often consoling himself: Fu Shen could just no longer go to the battlefield… He had only lost a pair of legs, which was better than dying in Qingsha Pass.
But at this moment, his irrational reaction finally admitted that open-mindedness was fake; he was actually unwilling, actually… regretful.
Fu Shen was still so young, yet his future could only accompany a wheelchair, becoming an ordinary person with inconvenient legs. The young man who once rode into the city, attracting countless young girls’ flowers, the young general who led troops and departed in dust, would never exist again.
However, today, that youth who had once brushed past him on horseback had returned.
In a few breaths, the horse team arrived, Fu Shen slowing down, whistling and throwing a section of red silk. Yan Xiaohan instinctively caught one end, feeling a great force pulling him, his body leaning forward, squeezing his horse’s belly, causing it to trot towards Fu Shen.
It looked as if Fu Shen had “fished” him over with a piece of red silk.
