Haoran held Fu Lin’s hand in an iron-clad vice as he walked into the Zhou Manor and pushed his hand away in revulsion. Upon impact, Fu Lin twirled across the main hall and hit his back on the stone walls of the manor. The servants, engaged in their daily duties, stopped their handiwork abruptly and looked towards His Grace, the General, whose face looked unfathomably cold. The servants nearly yelped in fright. They’ve been living in the Zhou Manor from a time when the General was still a child, but have never witnessed such open resentment emanating from him. They stood dumbstruck.
“All of you, get out,” General Haoran said icily, “I have something to discuss with His Highness in private.”
The servants, like insects hit by a wave of insect repellent, immediately took to their feet, wondering what was happening between their first master—the General—and his groom, Prince Fu Lin, who was their second master now. They prayed that it wasn’t anything too bad.
For a few seconds, neither said anything. General Haoran clenched his fists and opened his mouth several times to ask something, but was annoyed at the very thought of having to converse with this thing. Fu Lin looked about nervously, bulging his eyes by the minute, expecting the General to come at him with a whip or kneeling order.
“Why… did you do that?”
What came was a frustrated question. Haoran pinched his forehead and looked down in perplexed contemplation. He wanted to know why he did the things he did. Was it deliberate? To get revenge on him because he was the General who took the countless lives of the Silver Mountain soldiers?
Either way, he wanted to know. He wanted to know this today, resolve any misunderstandings if there were any between them, and stop these things from happening in the future.
“Do… w-what?” Fu Lin stammered.
General Haoran looked up. Was this guy serious? He didn’t know what he had done wrong. He looked genuinely lost, though. So he was a natural fool?
General Haoran felt slightly annoyed. “What else? Your underwear shenanigans on the day of the wedding, of course! Why did you tear your royal wedding robes and run away just as the ceremony was over?”
Fu Lin’s ‘somebody plopped a cherry,’ lips trembled as he said, “It-it was because a roach came flying from nowhere and got into my dress. It’s scary, you know? R-roaches are creatures directly from hell.” Fu Lin stopped himself when he saw the murderous expression on General Haoran’s face.
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Haoran really couldn’t believe what he was listening to. A roach… a damn roach had him squealing and yelling like that? Was this supposed to be a joke? Or did this guy take him for a fool who believed in all kinds of bullshit?
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Fu Lin felt lost for a second and scratched his head. “That’s…”
“Don’t tell me you thought we would indulge in sexual activities.”
Fu Lin’s face was distorted, beyond horrified, and he spoke weakly, his sentences breaking and forming into stupid mutterings. “No, I- I…”
“Speak clearly, like a normal human being.”
His face went pale as he looked at the General with big apologetic eyes and said, “I-I… am sorry, Your Grace.” He fidgeted with his fingers. “But I-I do not… want to do such things with you.”
General Haoran banged his hand on the wall with a churning fury. Did this guy actually think that he wanted to do those things with him? The nerve!
General Haoran had never felt the urge to beat someone up this badly.
“Listen here, you… you!” No, he was an honourable man; he couldn’t just call anybody a piece of shit just because he hated them. “The day this honourable body of mine touches a single strand of hair on your body, willingly with carnal intentions, is the day I shall cut off a part of my body and wash your feet by my honourable self and drink that water!”
“Oh…” Fu Lin looked scared out of his mind.
“So never get the wrong idea; I shall never desire your body!” The General felt that his pride was somehow wounded and re-emphasised it until he got to the heart of the matter, “Now that it is clear we both had no such intentions, why did you decide to run away? Was it because you assumed that I might touch you?”
“No…” Fu Lin was a bit hesitant. “Then why?”
“It’s because,” Fu Lin gulped and swallowed his words, “because—you’re a warrior and huge.”
“Excuse me?!” General Haoran was stupefied. Was this guy drugged? What’s he going on about? “What does my size have to do with you running away?”
“You… you’re huge, alright?” Fu Lin gushed finally, “Look at those hands—like elephant feet—I was scared. I have always been s-scared of people who are stronger than me because they could easily break an arm or two and I’d be disabled for life, so I try to stay away from them as much as possible. I mean, I k-knew you were an Imperial General and therefore must be somewhat large, but I didn’t think you’d look this strong. Besides.” Fu Lin was very uncomfortable speaking his mind. “I try my best to not offend people who’re superior to me in strength and power, b-but that day, b-because… of the r-roach incident, you threw me into the water and I felt that I had already angered you.” Fu Lin went on lamenting in a panic. “I thought you might make life difficult for me if I were to stay with you, so I… ran away.”
General Haoran gazed into Fu Lin’s eyes. They were huge and looked ‘shocked-like’ almost all the time, but there was something else lurking within those eyes when he looked at him now.
Fear. Deep, unrelenting fear.
General Haoran sneered. He had seen weaklings and cowards of all types and forms but had yet to see someone who had this level of vain cowardliness imbued in them. Women of Kanglun
were Generally considered to be of the fairer sex and therefore expected to be fragile, but even these women had a better spine than this guy, who was shivering and almost bawling in front of him.
Haoran had nothing against physically frail people, but that did not mean he acknowledged them either. On the battlefield, losing an arm or a leg was a given, and not losing your life was good enough to be thankful for; thus, he had neither the time nor the energy to spoil or pity those who were to lose their body parts or be physically inferior to him. Because the next one to lose his arm could be him, and that required no special treatment.
It was not the disposition of being physically weak that he hated; certainly, having to deal with physical weaklings was a pain in the ass, but he didn’t detest the thought that much. It was the resulting inferiority of physical weakness over mental weakness that he hated. Often, the first war captives to confess everything were the ones who were physically weak, like this mosquito bastard. They were constantly scared, feared for their lives, and had no scruples or sense of loyalty. Not a shred of honour ran in their bones or blood.
Just like this person before him.
From day one, he acted solely on impulse, throwing propriety and decorum out the window. He threw away his clothes because of a roach and ran away from the manor on the wedding night to avoid confronting his problems. He has no conviction or integrity in anything he does and has no honour or scruples.
The General clenched his teeth.
He was exactly the type of person Haoran detested: cowardly, driven by fear, disloyal, and insincere.
Realising that the General’s face was turning darker by the minute, Fu Lin opened his mouth. “I am sorr—”
“Don’t bother,” General Haoran said murderously, “I have no regard for the apology or worthless words that might come from the lips of a coward.”
Fu Lin immediately shut up.
It wasn’t a misunderstanding that could be resolved. It wasn’t even about Fu Lin being a Silver Mountaineer.
They were irreconcilable by nature, like fire is to water and ice is to heat.
And when he realised this, General Haoran knew this was the worst partner he could have ever gotten.
And your lazy author is back at it with her weekly service! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ Fu Lin, here’s some life advice: how about you shut up for once??!! hmm?? (；⌣̀_⌣́) At this rate you might be six feet under even before the story ends (っಠ‿ಠ)っ
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I literally came running for this update like Fu lin running away from General Haoran. Finally they communicated a bit , though it didn’t bring any good , hopefully things will get better for them and I wonder which part of the body will Haoran cut off ? XD
Can’t wait for the next chapter.
Ml’s standards are bit rigid but I understand where he’s coming from . I also detest people who run away from their responsibilities. 😩
Annnnnd about Story : General’s in for hell of a ride in this lifetime. Good Luck bro. My condolences 😅
Thanks for updating translator Sama (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
Thank you so much for the Update!!!!!! Poor Fu Lin, his is in a heavy atmosphere😢… I’m exhilarated for the character development of our cowardly Prince and asexual General.
Waaahhhh My goodness! I have soooo many questions like:
Why did they choose Fu Lin to be the bride? (I love our baby Fu Lin, but looking at Fu Lin’s character he is not fitted to be a bride for the peace treaty, so whyyyyy dilever a little chick like him to the enemies territory huhuhu)
Is the King fine with General Hoaran’s bride? Will he not complain to the Silver Mountain?
Why Fu Lin did not question being a bride for the peace treaty?
I’m excited for the wonderful mind of the author!!!!!!!
it is too short for me but thank you KoTo!!😍
Bro shouldn’t have sworn that.. He’s gonna regret it .. heh ..
“I’m an average man”
Oh.
“I’m also a coward”
Okay, fathomable.
“I’m a prince”
Oh- wait, what? Then how the fuck –
“I’m married to our national enemy”
Eh?
“Also, he hates my kind and I’m called mosquito”
What the fuck –