Under the overcast sky, the strong smell of blood permeated and lingered for a long time.
There was a moment of dead silence above the ruins littered with broken limbs, and then there were sharp and desperate roars.
"General!!"
On the battlefield where the two countries were fighting, the generals who had fought bloody battles were forced to stop.
Trapped in the killing, Fu Yuting's mind was in a trance. Suddenly he felt a pain in his chest and came to his senses.
He slowly lowered his head and saw a sharp arrow stuck in his chest. He staggered back a few steps.
Fu Yuting could no longer hold on and knelt on the spot. His ears were buzzing and he could not hear the roars of the soldiers behind him.
After blinking, his vision began to blur and Fu Yuting realized that he might die this time.
But he didn't want to die.
His husband and children were still waiting for him at home.
He can't die!
If he died, who would protect his husband and children?
He is unwilling!!
His consciousness began to blur, and Fu Yuting tried to struggle to stand up, but finally, he fell to the ground powerlessly.
His lifeless eyes were completely dim, and in a trance, Fu Yuting seemed to see his husband.
His wife, wearing the same clothes she wore when they first met, and holding their son, who was now a few years older, came to greet him when he returned victoriously.
But unexpectedly, he returned riding with a woman in red.
What happened next was beyond Fu Yuting's expectations. The first thing he did after returning was to take the woman in red as his concubine.
Afterwards, the emperor gave Princess Anyang to him as his second wife, and he accepted her as his concubine. Many other women also entered his backyard one after another.
Fu Yuting watched helplessly as her husband was heartbroken. Seeing him being laughed at by the entire imperial city, she gradually became depressed.
The anger in my heart grew stronger and stronger.
This is not the end.
Fu Yuting was trapped where he was, watching with anger and bloodshot eyes as his husband was framed and gradually fell into death, and his child's future was ruined.
And all of this was planned by the lonely ghost that occupied his body.
The ghost that occupied his body enjoyed the benefits brought by his power and position, while hating and plotting against his husband and children.
The three of them became his stepping stones to the next level.
He saw his husband bringing their token of love and their son with broken legs to the cabin where the couple first met.
A fire burned away Fu Yuting's last fantasy.
"No!!!"
Fu Yuting's soul floated above his body, trying again and again to return to his body.
Until finally, I felt his body suddenly have a weak heartbeat, and he was blocked half a meter away from the body.
"ah!!!!"
No one heard the desperate roar, the overcast sky was dark and oppressive, and suddenly a loud thunder broke through the sky.
Regret, anger, resentment and unwillingness filled Fu Yuting.
Dark red murderous energy overflowed from his soul, spreading and gathering around him, intertwining and tearing against the golden light of merit that filled his body.
The purple lightning above the void was looming, and then suddenly struck Fu Yuting who was surrounded by evil spirit.
…
In the Imperial City, inside the General's Mansion.
The sky was covered with dark clouds. With the sound of a loud thunder, the shadow guards hiding everywhere were caught off guard and felt a sudden pain in their chests. They vomited blood and fell to the ground.
The three shadow guards who were hiding beside the general's husband to protect him all fell down and became unconscious.
"Ah!" The maid serving on the side was startled and screamed.
However, seeing her master suddenly holding his chest and looking pale, Xuemei hurried over to support him, "Master, are you feeling unwell?"
"Nothing, let's go see what happened to Wuyi and the others." Muqin waved her hand, motioning Xuemei to go over and take a look.
The twelve shadow guards of the Wu generation and four maids including Xuemei were the backup that Fu Yuting left for her husband.
He was worried that if Muqin encountered any danger, he would be far away and unable to take care of him, so he carefully selected some people to help him.
Until before dinner, the old butler still couldn't figure out what happened to the shadow guards of the general's mansion, why they all vomited blood and fell into a coma.
"Don't worry, my master. The shadow guards have all woken up. If it is really a conspiracy by certain people, they will find out." Xuemei spoke up when she saw that her lady was frowning.
"...I'm not worried about that." Xylophone shook his head.
At noon, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest and some shortness of breath, which made him feel anxious for the whole afternoon.
Thinking of her husband who was still far away at the border, Muqin was extremely worried.
"Mom!" As a clear voice rang out, a nine-year-old boy walked in.
"Qin'er is back..." Muqin put aside her worries as soon as she saw her son, and smiled. "How was your time at the academy today? Are you getting used to it?"
"Everything is fine, don't worry, Father."
Fu Siqin took the wet handkerchief handed to him by the maid, wiped his hands and sat down.
"I heard from the housekeeper that something happened at home today. Is my father okay?" Fu Siqin looked at his father nervously, still feeling a little scared.
"Mother, it's okay. Okay, isn't Qin'er hungry? Let's eat first." Muqin changed the subject and let him concentrate on eating.
His son is nine years old this year. At such a young age, he has learned from his father to frown and pretend to be calm.
In fact, because his father was away from home all year round, there was no man to rely on at home. In the past four years, Fu Siqin grew from an ignorant child to a child with an adult's heart.
Fu Siqin could no longer remember what his father said to him before he left home. The only thing he kept in mind was, 'As the only male in the family, you have to take responsibility for the entire family.'
After dinner, Fu Siqin stayed to talk to his father.
Not long after, it suddenly started raining heavily outside.
The sound of raindrops pattered on the banana leaves; it was raining so hard that it drowned out the sound of their conversation.
The dark clouds that had been accumulating all day finally came pouring down.
Chunju, who had been guarding outside the door, walked in quickly and closed the door.
"Master, young master, the rain is too heavy. I'm afraid it's inconvenient to go back to Tingzhu Courtyard."
"It's okay. I'll stay with my father tonight." After Fu Siqin said this, he looked at his father and was stunned.
Muqinyi did not hear the conversation between the two. He stared blankly out the window, his face looking a little pale.
Following her master's line of sight, Chunju discovered that the window in the house was not closed and a lot of rain was pouring in.
They hurried over to close the doors until the last one. Chunju hesitated for a moment, then seeing the young master's signal, she stepped aside lightly.
"Father, what's wrong with you?" Fu Siqin walked over, held his hand, and found that his hand was unusually cold.
"It's raining so hard, I don't know what your father is doing right now..." Muqin raised the corners of his lips and forced a smile.
Is he conferring with his subordinates in the tent, or fighting the enemy on the battlefield?
Hearing what his father subconsciously said, Fu Siqin reached out and hugged him, patting his back with his little hands and soothing him, "Father is very powerful, father, don't worry..."
His father once told him that when his mother seemed uneasy, he could give her a hug to comfort her.
Muqin hugged her son and said nothing. She believed her husband would come back safely, but strange things happened one after another today, and she felt depressed all day.
He couldn't help wondering if something bad had happened.
He had heard before that two people in love sometimes have a telepathic connection, and when something unexpected happens to one of them, the other will feel it.
When Muqin thought of this, he felt flustered.
Half a month later, urgent news came from the border that the general was seriously injured and is still unconscious.
Bad things happened one after another. When the other three countries heard the news that the general of Xinglan was about to die, they began to make some small moves.
There is also news that several tribes on the border seem to be discussing cooperation.
For a moment, everyone in Xinglan Country fell into panic.
When the news reached the general's mansion, Mu Qinyi was sitting nearby, watching his son practice martial arts.
Seeing Liangxia running towards him with a panicked look on her face, he felt a chill in his heart for some reason.
Liangxia told her master the news she had heard. When she heard that 'the general was seriously injured and unconscious', Muqinyi's face turned pale and his mind went blank.
There was a loud 'bang'. It turned out that Fu Siqin had also heard the conversation between the two. When he heard the news about his father, his hands went limp and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.
However, Fu Siqin quickly came to his senses and persuaded his father, who was still in a trance, to go back into the house.
An hour later, when the father-in-law calmed down and fell asleep, Fu Siqin walked out of the house lightly.
"Wu Qi." After walking a little further away, he called out the shadow guard.
"Young master." Wu Qi knelt on one knee and lowered his eyes respectfully.
Nine-year-old Fu Siqin is small in stature, and to show respect, the Shadow Guards usually kneel on one knee when they appear in front of him.
However, even so, Fu Siqin is still shorter than them.
"Send a message to Hei Yi and ask about father's current situation."
Fu Siqin had a stern and cold face, and he was beginning to look like his father.
The ten shadow guards of the Black Generation only obeyed his father. His father took six of them away with him among the army, leaving the remaining four to him.
"yes."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Qi left quickly.
Fu Siqin stood there, staring at the swing under the big tree in a daze.
The old housekeeper came over, looked at the young master, and sighed, "Young Master, don't learn to frown like an old man at such a young age. You will have wrinkles when you grow up."
"Master Butler, when will father come back?...My father misses him." Fu Siqin said softly.
"It's almost there... it's almost there, young master, just hold on a little longer, the old man will be back safely." The old butler looked at him lovingly, with some pain in his eyes.
However, after waiting for half a month, there was still no letter from Hei Yi.
Until the news came from the border that "the general has woken up and is no longer in danger", and then I waited for another half a month, but still did not receive any letter from Hei Yi or his father.
Fu Siqin couldn't help but feel puzzled. There was no letter from Hei Yi and the others, and the worst case scenario was that they had unfortunately died on the battlefield.
But half a month passed, and there was no letter from my father after he woke up to report that he was safe. Something felt wrong.
In the past, in order not to worry my mother, my father's letters would have been delivered early, not to mention that he usually sent a letter every two months.
However, seeing that the sadness on his father's face had faded, Fu Siqin did not pursue the matter any further.
It's good that my father is fine. We can talk about other things later.