Marrying a Disabled General and be His Wife - Chapter 82.2

Severely punishing the disobedient people, Feng Chilie’s mood finally improved, and he helped Tan Chuyan deal with Dayong Dynasty’s mess.

After all, Dayong Dynasty was different. A hundred years of experience had cultivated countless intertwined courtiers, but from a broad perspective, they were mostly cancers. Everyone had hoarded money and food, ready to escape at any time.

This situation was not surprising. Dayong Dynasty had been in turmoil for decades, but still had the energy to organize scientific examinations. Therefore, most of the elected officials was people recommended by ministers and prime ministers.

As the saying went, snakes and rats mated in the same nest, so what good things could corrupt officials recommend?

He thought he could finish it in January, but in the end, it took him from the harsh winter to the beginning of spring to finish cleaning up.

After writing the last letter, Tan Chuyan raised his head and glanced at the scenery outside the window.

It was March again, and the peach blossoms was fragrant again.

It was time to put an end to this troubled world.

Tan Chuyan was still a little afraid of the cold, so he put a big cloak on his body, folded a peach blossom, and walked out.

Feng Chilie, who was going out to buy wine, happened to block him: “Where are you going?”

Tan Chuyan said: “The Royal Palace.”

Feng Chilie: “What are you going to do there?”

Tan Chuyan wanted to see an old friend.

Feng Chilie hesitated for a moment, then entered the palace with Tan Chuyan.

To be honest, it was the first time he had stepped into the palace since entering Dayong’s Capital a few months ago.

They took the familiar official road to meet familiar faces.

Before they stepped into Baili Chengzhi’s dormitory, the sound of a wooden fish could be heard.

Tan Chuyan appeared unchanged, but Feng Chilie was surprised: “Is he a monk now?”

“Yes,” Tan Chuyan said, standing at the door without moving.

Feng Chilie asked, “Aren’t you going in?”

“No,” Tan Chuyan shook his head and placed the bunch of peach blossoms in front of the palace door, signifying his visit and the arrival of spring.

After standing at the door for a while, Tan Chuyan turned and headed for the main hall. He stood in front of the dragon chair for a long time, seemingly contemplating something.

After a while, Tan Chuyan spoke slowly: “Do you know how Feng Mingyuan died?”

Feng Chilie shook his head, and Tan Chuyan pointed to the dragon chair: “She sat there and slit her own throat with a sword.”

That day, he and Baili Chengzhi had traveled thousands of miles and finally rushed back to Dayong Dynasty, but they were still too late.

Although the rebels had been wiped out by unknown assailants, Feng Mingyuan was already dead.

Feng Mingyuan’s death was not dishonorable; it could even be considered dignified.

At that moment, she had worn phoenix crown and her majestic phoenix clothes, holding the imperial seal in her hands, sitting upright on the dragon chair.

Even facing death, Feng Mingyuan’s face did not betray any fear typical of dying individuals; there was only a faint smile.

Through that smile, Tan Chuyan seemed to catch a glimpse of the youthful Feng Mingyuan.

Back then, like most girls, she had yearned for the ultimate favor and hoped to stay with that person for the rest of her life.

But things did not unfold as she had hoped. She did receive the highest favor, but she could never grow old with the one she loved. She even entangled herself, transforming from an innocent and ignorant girl into a murderer and a villain.

Yet she never regretted her actions. If given another chance, she would still fight to the death for the one she loved, with blood on her hands.

Tan Chuyan could completely understand Feng Mingyuan because they were kindred spirits, both fulfilling promises to the deceased. However, he was luckier and managed to fulfill his promise.

Tan Chuyan raised his hand and touched the sword hole on the dragon chair, then withdrew it and said, “Let’s go.”

“Yeah.”

Turning around, Feng Chilie noticed an earring next to the dragon chair.

He bent over, picked up the earring, and said slowly, “I think I know who wiped out the remaining rebels.”

The earring belonged to Chu Qingyi, and Feng Chilie was certain because he had crafted it himself and later gifted it to Chu Qingyi on her birthday.

He thought Chu Qingyi would never return after leaving without saying goodbye. Apparently, she couldn’t let go of it all either.

He believed they would meet again someday.

The two of them returned to Jing Kingdom and discussed the intensive preparations of Tan Chuyan and Feng Chilie to establish a new dynasty.

As everything was set, the question arose about who would become emperor.

Initially, it seemed the choice would fall between Feng Chilie and Tan Chuyan, but when the time came for a significant event, both refused to “become the emperor”.

No one blamed them for their decision; after all, they had sacrificed too much for this peace.

But a country couldn’t function without a ruler. After careful consideration, everyone’s attention turned to Feng Libai.

Worried that Feng Libai might also decline, no one leaked any information, keeping everything confidential.

On the day of the founding ceremony of the new dynasty, it coincided with Feng Libai’s twentieth birthday.

Originally, he had expected to celebrate as in previous years, getting drunk with his friends, both human and animal, and calling it a day.

Little did he know, dressed in the yellow imperial robe, he looked more pitiful than ever. He had no say and was thrust onto the throne by Feng Chilie.

Except for Feng Chilie and Tan Chuyan, all courtiers, old and new, flattered Feng Libai, fearing he might also refuse the throne.

Amidst the praise, Feng Libai gradually resigned himself to his fate.

However, he understood the gravity of his role and accepted guidance humbly.

On the day of the dynasty’s founding ceremony, Feng Libai had intended to appoint Tan Chuyan as his Imperial Teaacher and mentor.

Yet, Tan Chuyan did not appear all day, and Feng Chilie blocked all attempts to reach him.

Even though no one saw him that day, his presence was felt everywhere.

Tan Chuyan pondered a name for the new dynasty – Sheng.

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Later on, many stories about him were circulated, all of which were praised.

Looking back at the past, there were always people who were generous and people who were treacherous.

Dynasties might change overnight, but there were always people who would be remembered in history for generations to come.

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