Inside the military camp base of the Blazing Sun Army, a tent with a particularly bright oil lamp lit up the entire vicinity as soldiers walked about outside in their nighttime guarding duties. The flames of the fire torches outside the tent shrank and erupted to the rhythm of the nightly breeze as guards looked at their leader’s tent worriedly.
Within the tent, three people in black robes and light armour were sprawled across the thick red carpet, playing a board game, while another man in more extravagant black robes was seated at the head of the main wooden chair. His head was buried beneath a sheet of parchment.
“You!” Lieutenant Bing Ze immediately sat up from the place where he was spread like a vine and yelled, “How horrible, Shen Yue! I never thought you, out of all people, would resort to cheating. This comrade is heartbroken.”
“What?” Lieutenant Shen Yue looked at him, horrified. “I didn’t cheat—I would never. I promised my little nephew upon my honour as a soldier that I would never cheat in games ever since the day he lost after playing with me.”
“Which means you did cheat then!” Lieutenant Bing Ze looked at him accusingly.
“No,” Lieutenant Shen Yue looked severely dismayed, “my nephew assumed I cheated because he couldn’t win.”
“Shen Yue,” Lieutenant Jiang glared at Lieutenant Bing Ze, “that fool is tricking you. Don’t mind him.”
Lieutenant Bing Ze burst out laughing as Shen Yue looked at him like a puppy that had been cornered. Once he was done laughing, Lieutenant Bing Ze gazed in the direction of their leader’s chair. “So, how long are you going to pretend to read that thing?”
General Haoran froze, not expecting his cover to be blown so fast. He set the paper he was ‘reading’ down and rubbed his eyes with one hand, raising his face to look at the scene before him. The three lieutenants had all stopped what they were doing and were now staring at him with grave expressions etched on their faces.
“I wasn’t pretending,” General Haoran replied stiffly. “It was a very important informal document sent by His Imperial Majesty.”
“You…” Lieutenant Jiang asked, shocked, “Don’t tell me you didn’t even realise that what you were reading was a grocery list?”
General Haoran immediately whipped his eyes down to actually read the contents of the parchment paper and almost barfed. It read, ‘Lotus seeds, millet, rice, bean curd, bamboo shoots, chicken breasts…’
“I…” General Haoran opened his mouth to lay his way out of this shameful predicament. “This General just wanted to see whether you fools know the difference between a grocery list and an imperial document.” He coughed. “It seems you know. Good.”
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“Nothing happened.”
“If nothing happened, what is a newly married man doing at the military base?” “This General,” Haoran coughed again, “was bored at home.”
Ha! This man really… Lieutenant Bing Ze barely held himself from scoffing. Their General should stop trying to lie his way out of things; he was horrible at it.
“General, are you telling me that…” Bing Ze walked over and pointed under General Haoran’s eyes. “These dark rings around your eyes and slight wrinkles from constant frowning came about because you were bored?”
“This General is telling you,” General Haoran emphasised, “that nothing happened.” “Oho… “ Lieutenant Bing Ze walked away from the table and casually flipped through a few leather-bound books placed on the debris of a cart. “But I heard some peculiar news from the wheat cake-selling aunty down the vendor’s street about the Zhou Manor.”
The General’s face paled. “What did she say?”
“She said that the Zhou Manor recently had some weird incidents happen to it.” Bing Ze smiled a very cocky smile. “Things like banshees wailing at night from the Zhou Manor garden and a
ghost walking around the roof of the Zhou Manor at night and peeping into people’s rooms. Also apparently,” he shrugged, “the Zhou Manor kitchen recently burned down due to an accident.”
He stopped and looked at General Haoran. “Are you still going to deny that nothing happened?”
The General stared at him mutely. He couldn’t bring himself to say it—that everything the lieutenant listed above was the result of that mosquito bastard’s ridiculous doings!
He couldn’t stay put in one place and ran around the whole place in his underwear—the white undershirt and trousers—and caused the neighbours to misunderstand that there was some kind of cursed spirit walking around the manor. As if that were not enough, he even tried peeping into people’s houses to listen in on their conversations. Thus, the frightened people had rushed to the General’s office to file complaints about a ‘cursed spirit eavesdropping on their conversations while eating fried lotus seeds’.
He was so angry that he wanted to lock the bastard in a cramped room with a rusty lock so that he wouldn’t be able to get out anywhere, but unfortunately, he couldn’t do anything. He had already promised him freedom within the house; he could only ask him not to walk about in others’ gardens and eavesdrop on their conversations. After that, Fu Lin acquiesced and did not stir trouble for a while.
Just when the General thought he had seen all there was to see, that mosquito bastard nearly burned the entire house down because he wanted to cook something. In the name of cooking some fried cakes, he filled an entire bronze vessel with oil and placed it above a clay hearth. Because the fire wouldn’t heat the oil fast enough, this fool… actually dropped a twig of burning fire into the pot. What happened next, nobody knew except for that atrocious, disgrace-to-be-alive, pigeon-brained mosquito shit!
By the time he returned, all that Haoran knew was that the Zhou Manor’s kitchen—the place of immense ancestral heritage to him and the Zhou Family and a valuable sight to any citizen of the Blazing Sun Empire—had been blackened and charred beyond recognition. The pots, pans, and tiles were all engulfed in flames, and some were even disfigured. Recipe books and valuable utensils and tributes handed down from the royal family were destroyed and torn. But, unsurprisingly, that piece of horse shit was alive and unscathed!
When General Haoran saw this, he felt such dizziness and anger surging within him that he immediately revoked the mosquito idiot’s quarantine. It doesn’t matter—he’d wreak havoc wherever he went, and nobody could stop him—not even the General. He had to admit it.
So he sent the bastard away, threw his worries behind him, and rushed back in a maddening frenzy to the military camp two weeks ago. He wanted to get away from the air that Bastard breathed and gain his peace of mind, and the only place that came to mind was the military base.
“General.” Lieutenant Jiang bowed. “That day, two weeks ago, when you reached the military base on horseback, the look on your face was no different from when you heard that the enemies had rounded up the Imperial Royal Palace to assassinate His Majesty. Such distress and agony… it pains me to witness such horror on your face. I know… that this is related to Your Grace’s private matters and is of no importance to me, but I’m not asking this as your subordinate.”
He paused before continuing, “Haoran… seriously, what is going on?”
General Haoran folded his hands together and pressed them against his head. He knew he could be honest with them, and they would never ridicule him for what happened or dare to look down on him because he was their General. But that was precisely why he couldn’t bear his feelings or pains to them—because he was their General.
“Don’t ask.” It was a command, but a very soft one—almost like a plea. “I really cannot answer you.”
The lieutenants understood what he meant, and why he said the things he said. His duty took precedence before anything else, and the fact that the General wouldn’t tell them anything meant there was no need for them to know anything. He could resolve the problem by himself, and therefore, they didn’t press the matter further.
“This subordinate understands, Imperial General.”
“Well then,” Lieutenant Bing Ze tried to brighten the mood. “How about some rice wine to cool our hot backs? Or we can also visit the brothel for some fun—”
A bottle of ink broke near Bing Ze’s feet, and Bing Ze, ready with words in his mouth, thinking that it was Lieutenant Jiang being an ass as usual, had his words lost in an instant when he saw that the person who threw the ink bottle was the General.
“You dare sully my Imperial Army’s name by whoring around and drinking wine?” General Haoran said, coldly.
Bing Ze got shivers down his back. “Wait, General. I promise… I have never stepped foot in a brothel with my bare feet… I promise… General, please wait—”
“That’s because he steps into the brothels with his shoes on,” Lieutenant Jiang said with a serious face.
“You traitor!” Bing Ze panicked as he wailed, “Don’t believe him, General, he’s just jealous he doesn’t get to go to brothels… No wait, that doesn’t mean I go there—”
The three of them started bickering and fighting again, and whatever occupied the General’s mind was soon forgotten in its throes. He watched Bing Ze tackle Jiang as Shen Yue tried to break them apart, and slowly the frown and crease on his face dissolved away as he exhaled peacefully.
However, his peace didn’t last very long as a messenger on horseback came panting into the tent and almost fell headfirst into the carpet. It looked like the guard uniform at Zhou Manor. “His Highness Prince Fu Lin…” he spoke amid broken breaths, alarmed.
“… His Highness was caught in a fire! General, he might be dying!”
Author’s Note:
Announcement Time! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Owing to the fact that I’ve begun serializing my second novel named, A ROYAL PAIN, here on CG (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ in accordance with the CG update rules I’ll be updating The Enemy’s Husband THRICE A WEEK from now onwards!!!! Consequently the days I’ll be updating TEH are: Mondays, Thursdays and Sundays. o(≧▽≦)o Meanwhile I’ll be updating A Royal Pain on: Wednesdays and Saturdays!!
If you like modern, university Stories that feature the dynamic: Arrogant Asshole Prince X Chubby Student Council President, you might want to check A Royal Pain out!
I’ll be back tomorrow with another update! (*´▽`*)
Thank you so much for the update ! I’m worried about Fu Lin. Or is it just a stupid accident caused by him ? XD
love this so damn much!!!
keep the updates coming!
Cara serio to ficando preocupada com o QI do mc , se continuar assim temo ele nao chegue ao fim da novel 🤨,obrigada estou amando,cada atualizaçao uma surpresa 🤩
He is not dying , idiots can’t die , they have infinite lives like present day cameramen. Rather we should worry about what new trouble he caused today and where should General go to die with his embarrassment & headache LMAO.
Prince is so hyperactive it’s time to give him few responsibilities , let his a*s be busy for a while ✨