Chapter 65 From Heaven (5) Divorce Agreement

"Turn them all over."

Feng Huaihe's order seemed to freeze Zhu Qing in place, making her completely immobile.

Even though I covered it up in time, he still saw it, didn't he?

One by one, the people who had their backs to Feng Huaihe turned around, and countless unfamiliar faces appeared before his eyes. Feng Huaihe didn't bother to look closely and immediately locked onto the people who hadn't turned around.

She was dressed in men's Hu-style clothing, her thick winter coat making her look plump. With her back to him, only the dark back of her head and her high-tied hair crown could be seen.

Even if she changed her clothes and blended into the crowd, making it impossible to see her face, Feng Huaihe could still recognize her at a glance.

Feng Huaihe withdrew his arrow.

Seeing that he was alright, the frozen crowd began to move again.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Qing quickened his pace, praying to leave the place as soon as possible.

"Zhu Qing."

His almost trembling voice suddenly rang out behind me.

Zhu Qing stamped his foot.

Feng Huaihe had dismounted and stood three steps behind her, looking at her plump back. "I've been looking for you."

Zhu Qing turned to leave without looking back, saying, "You've mistaken me for someone else."

Zhang Yin said, "You are dead."

At Feng Huaihe's words, Zhu Qingcai stopped in her tracks, unable to resist turning back and saying unhappily, "He dares to curse me to death?"

Zhu Qing turned around and saw Feng Huaihe standing right in front of her. He had a few faint white hairs at his temples, and his eyes were tired, yet filled with tears as he gazed at her.

Zhu Qing frowned. It had only been half a year since she last saw him, and he already had gray hair at such a young age.

As she was wondering what was going on, she suddenly saw Feng Huaihe's hand reach out towards her. Her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively stepped back, glaring at him warily: "What do you want to do?"

Feng Huaihe's hand froze in mid-air as fine snowflakes fell onto the back of his hand, quickly melting into teardrop-like droplets.

Feng Huaihe was stunned for a long time before withdrawing his hand and calling over the patrolling Jin soldiers, "Take her to my tent."

Before Zhu Qing could react, she was captured by two Jin soldiers. She immediately panicked, wanting to return to her former life. "What do you want to do now? You…"

Her shouts drew the attention of those around her.

Feng Huaihe put a finger to his lips. "Shh, keep your voice down. It's not good to attract attention."

He waved to the two Jin soldiers, and they took Zhu Qing away with them.

Zhu Qing cursed Feng Huaihe the whole way.

Finally arriving at Feng Huaihe's military tent, Zhu Qing, his mouth dry from cursing, picked up Feng Huaihe's teapot and poured himself a cup.

The tea entered her mouth, and Zhu Qing's face scrunched up as she spat it all out with a "pfft!" "So bitter!"

She had never drunk such bitter tea before, and she had never seen him drink bitter tea before either.

Setting down her teacup, Zhu Qingcai began to examine the military tent. The tents where strategists lived weren't very large, and even a secretary like her didn't have a personal tent on the battlefield. Only someone like Feng Huaihe could have one all to himself.

Zhu Qing wanted to go out, but there were guards outside the military tent. When they saw her come out, they said, "Mr. Zhijian said that he has something to say to Miss Zhu. Please wait patiently."

No matter what they said, they wouldn't let Zhu Qing leave.

Zhu Qing had no choice but to retreat back into the tent to wait. The battle was intense, and Feng Huaihe must be very busy. Zhu Qing waited until dusk and heard the sound of many soldiers returning to their tents one after another, but Feng Huaihe still hadn't come.

After Zhu Qing finished eating the meal that someone had brought in, and waited until there was no sound outside the military tent, which meant that the soldiers had all returned to their tents, he heard Feng Huaihe's footsteps.

As footsteps approached, Zhu Qing immediately stood up from the table and watched as the curtain was lifted and Feng Huaihe walked in.

Zhu Qing was taken aback when she saw him. "You went to the battlefield?" No wonder she always felt that he had lost his former gentle and refined scholarly air.

But then I thought about it again, and his skills were so good that it would be a real shame if he didn't go to the battlefield.

Feng Huaihe removed his armor and placed it on the table. Zhu Qing saw the blood on the armor and the knife marks from the grinding, and could imagine the danger of the battlefield.

Blood splattered on Feng Huaihe's cheeks as he stood in the dimly lit military tent, looking at Zhu Qing with an eerie expression.

Zhu Qing became wary. "You brought me here, what do you want? Do you still want to force me like before..."

Zhu Qing continued to berate him, unleashing every nasty word she had ever heard. But Feng Huaihe remained unmoved, his expression indifferent. He walked to the bedside, opened the box by the bedside, and took out a letter.

"Here you go." Feng Huaihe handed it to Zhu Qing.

Zhu Qing's incessant stream of profanities abruptly stopped. "What is this?"

She took the letter, unfolded it, and three large characters came into view: Divorce Agreement.

Zhu Qing was stunned, looking at Feng Huaihe in confusion, unable to believe that he had let her go like this.

She thought that Feng Huaihe would continue to pester her as before, tormenting her relentlessly.

A servant brought a basin of water, placed it on the table, and then quietly withdrew.

Feng Huaihe stood by the table, washed the blood off his hands, and slowly said, "I will have Bao Fu send someone to escort you safely back to Jinyang. At that time, you can take the divorce papers to the government office, and your marriage certificate with me will be void."

Zhu Qing was a little stunned and asked blankly, "Haven't seen you for half a year, have you changed your personality?"

Feng Huaihe picked up the handkerchief, dried his hands, and turned to look at Zhu Qing: "Asking so many questions, are you reluctant to leave?"

Zhu Qing quickly put away the divorce papers, fearing he might change his mind.

"However, there's nothing in your divorce agreement, I'm afraid the authorities won't recognize it..."

"Isn't it covered by my seal?"

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Author's note: There will be a long chapter tomorrow, posted promptly at 11:30 PM.