Lü Jue is indeed a disappointment.
Not only Qi Shan thought so of him, but he himself thought so too.
Over the years, he has imagined countless scenarios of their reunion, rehearsing each one in his mind countless times.
Perhaps, he is still a lowly slave struggling in the mire, while she is still a noblewoman from a prestigious family, with a husband from a prominent family and filial children; perhaps, he has achieved great success, overcome all obstacles, and finally reached her, but she seems to have no recollection of his name; or perhaps they will never meet again in their lifetime.
If Heaven takes pity on you and grants you this opportunity, what should you say as the first thing you say upon meeting?
Ask her if she remembers herself?
When asked how she had been all these years,
He asked her if she wanted to come with him.
Or should we remain silent, letting our longing flow like a raging fire?
The familiar figure was within his reach, no longer the ethereal silhouette in his dream. Lü Jue's mind was in turmoil. His feet were rooted to the spot, his eyes fixed on her, as if she were an extension of him.
Qi Zhongshu left, but Lü Jue did not follow.
Seeing Mei Meng make an excuse to say goodbye to Cui Hui, he followed her as if possessed. Mei Meng's temporary lodging was only two streets away from Cui Hui's. Passing by a cloth shop, she went in and ordered several bolts of cloth. The color and style of the cloth were clearly for an adult man.
I wandered around for almost half an hour before finally returning to my lodgings.
The house she rented wasn't exactly simple.
Though small, the sparrow has all the vital organs.
The maid had already prepared hot water and was about to step forward to serve her washing up.
Mei Meng gestured for her to leave: "I don't need you to serve me."
She hung her outer robe on the screen, casually placed her sword and other accessories aside, and sat in front of the bronze mirror to remove her light makeup.
She saw her reflection in the mirror, her face radiant like a peach blossom, a rare look of joy on her face. Mei Meng was indeed in a very good mood today; the burning gaze she felt in the shadows pleased her greatly. This meant that after all these years, the power of the fox still belonged solely to her.
It's not in vain that I've remembered him all these years.
In the bronze mirror's reflection, she saw a broad figure silently appear behind her. The newcomer wore a simple, dark, close-fitting outfit, the bulging muscles beneath the fabric relaxed and unguarded. Because of him, a large, dark shadow descended from above, effortlessly enveloping Mei Meng. The newcomer's hand trembled as he placed it on her shoulder, while his other hand removed her hairpin.
Her black hair, now free of hairpins, cascaded down like a waterfall.
Mei Meng raised her hand and covered the back of the other person's hand.
They turned sideways, and their eyes met.
Back then, Tanuki still retained some of his youthful innocence, but the newcomer's features had fully matured, his eyes and brows both familiar and unfamiliar. This person possessed a calm and reserved demeanor, clearly a mature man, yet also like a ferocious beast poised to pounce on its prey.
When he stared at her, Mei Meng felt as if a wild beast was burying its head in her neck, opening its blood-red maw, and carefully probing the throbbing veins under her skin with its teeth, weighing where to bite without disturbing its prey and dragging it back to its den.
"Li Li."
Mei Meng squinted her eyes with pleasure.
His already affectionate eyes could now drown Lü Jue.
She uttered the name of the old friend she had murmured countless times in her dreams, and the hand resting on her shoulder stiffened almost imperceptibly. The intense heat from his palm almost burned her skin. His hand muscles tensed, yet he struggled to control the pressure.
"Madam, it's been many years. How have you been?" As Mei Meng raised her hand to him, Lü Jue's body seemed to have its own will, skillfully curling up and submitting to her embrace, his nose surrounded by the fragrance he had longed for day and night. "How have you been these years, Madam?"
Lu Jue is now several sizes larger than he was back then.
Mei Meng was so engrossed in the dream that she couldn't help but be lost in thought.
The boy of yesteryear had once rested his forehead against her leg in submission, curled up like a fierce and temperamental cat, baring its teeth at the outside world, yet always willing to expose its soft belly to her. Countless nights he had devoutly held her feet in his arms, warming them with his youthful, burning body heat. Now, Tanuki had changed; he had transformed from a cat into a tiger.
Even though he tried to retract his claws and hide his fangs, submitting to her in a familiar posture, he still couldn't conceal the intimidating presence of his size. Even in a completely relaxed, prone position, Mei Meng had no doubt that he could pounce and kill her at any moment.
My pet cat has started eating people too.
They even set their sights on their own owners.
Thinking this to herself, her fingers traced his forehead, brushing against his scalp, and gently combing through his hair. Even for a Martial Arts Master, the area beneath the skull is a vulnerable brain. This is a vital spot that a Martial Arts Master would never easily expose, yet it was now completely open to Mei Meng, utterly unguarded.
Mei Meng pinched his cheek with her fingers.
He bent over and leaned forward, forcing him to move closer to him by following his force.
The tips of their noses were almost touching.
Do you want me to be happy or unhappy?
Although Lü Jue was in a suppressed posture, his eyes were full of affection, ambition and predation. He turned his head to close the distance and said, "My lady can live well anywhere, but she is only better by my side."
Mei Meng chuckled softly upon hearing this.
"Yes, it's definitely different from before."
The Tanuki used to have an inferiority complex deep down.
When his brother drove him away and humiliated him, Li Li bluntly stated that he only wanted to be Mei Meng's male concubine and didn't care how many fleeting affairs she might have in the future, as long as he could stay, he was willing to do anything. He pleaded with his superiors for mercy without any bottom line, adopting the posture of a weakling.
However, this is precisely what his elder brother hates the most.
In her brother's eyes, Li Li was not only a lowly slave, but also a slave who craved favor without any limits. Such a slave was only for playing around with; he could tease her when he was in a good mood and forget about her when he was in a bad mood. There was no need to develop genuine feelings for such a person. Her brother didn't mind if his sister had male concubines, or even several male concubines, but he minded that she had developed genuine feelings for a lowly slave.
At that time, Tanuki was completely powerless to resist.
Lü Jue now adopts the posture of a hunter.
A hunter posing as prey.
This realization sent a surge of excitement through Mei Meng's veins: "After all these years, you've grown quite bold; you're now capable of defying your superiors."
Mei Meng's words made Lü Jue's eyes darken slightly.
He didn't hesitate at all.
The barely concealed distance between them was completely erased, and their two different auras merged and became one, even their heartbeats began to synchronize. Mei Meng bit the offending thief with the force of the back of his head, a metallic taste spreading across her tongue.
"They didn't even ask if the previous master's family had any marriages before they offended him."
What if she is a married woman?
It's not laughable that a military general from Kangguo offended a married woman.
Lu Jue raised his head after a long while, leaving teeth marks of varying depths on his prey's neck: "Whether you ask or not, Madam will be a widow again, and I suppose Madam's husband won't mind."
Mei Meng asked with a smile, "What if he minds?"
Lü Jue said, "Dead people have no right to care."
It doesn't matter if the man dies; he will take the place of the other.
Hearing the sound of fabric being ruined, Mei Meng couldn't help but laugh in exasperation: "Lu Shousheng, is this all you've learned all these years?"
Lü Jue said seriously, "Not only that."
As a studious person, I naturally learn everything.
He only learns what is beneficial to himself.
Everything that hinders him from reaching his wife, or is detrimental to her, is utter dross. What married woman? A woman whose husband has died is called a widow. Lü Jue looked up at Mei Meng: "Madam, why don't you help me test her a couple of times? Is there anything wrong with that—"
He clasped the other person's hand with his ten fingers.
"I hope you can correct or point out any errors."
It wasn't until the moon was high in the sky that Qi Shan, his face dark with anger, finally saw Lü Jue.
Lü Jue changed into a brand new set of clothes.
His face and neck looked like they had been gnawed on, and blood was seeping out.
These injuries are not deep, they are very shallow.
Let alone Lü Jue's current strength, even a low-ranking nobleman could completely erase his injuries with a slight exertion of martial energy, taking less than a quarter of an hour. Lü Jue's injuries were so obvious that he had clearly left them on himself, making Qi Shan exclaim that they were an eyesore.
"General Lü, can't you be a little more capable?"
Lu Jue touched the wound with his fingertip: "This humble general has done a commendable job."
As soon as he got closer, Qi Shan could smell the distinct scent of perfume on him, exactly the same as Bai Rimei's. Qi Shan didn't dare to think too deeply about whether Lü Jue's "striving for success" was serious or not.
He took several deep breaths and gritted his teeth: "It's good that General Lü is capable. Just remember not to fall for the other party's honey trap—General Lü can't control Mei Jinghe."
Lü Jue did not respond immediately.
He was lost in thought for a moment: "Yeah, don't worry."
Qi Shan: "..."
He couldn't even imagine what his colleagues were thinking.
Lü Jue and Mei Meng are a perfect match in some ways!
"Madam is indeed very vigilant. I originally intended to take her away during this opportunity, but I was affected by her words of power and she discovered my intentions. Alas, I was driven out." Lü Jue asked Qi Shan with a hint of annoyance, "Does Secretary Qi have any countermeasures?"
Literary figures are good at killing but not good at capturing.
Lu Jue had intended to cheat, hoping to take advantage of the opponent's momentary lapse in concentration to launch a sneak attack, but he was caught red-handed. He could only quickly clean himself up with cold water in the courtyard before being kicked out by his wife. He missed such a good opportunity; it wouldn't be so easy next time.
Qi Shan: "..."
He had reason to suspect that Lü Jue was showing off his affection.
Every action taken without resorting to open conflict indicates lingering affection.
Qi Shan replied irritably, "No!"
He didn't believe that it would be difficult for a martial artist like Lü Jue to cripple someone and take them away. The fact that he hadn't done so only proved that the two were flirting. If he had known this earlier, he wouldn't have told Lü Jue about Mei Meng; he could have secretly found an opportunity to kill Mei Meng instead.
Of course, there's a high probability of failure.
Mei Meng frankly admitted to seeking opportunities for a breakthrough, proving that she was only a hair's breadth away from achieving perfection in the Way of the Scholar. A scholar of this caliber, possessing an unknown Way of the Scholar, is not easy to deal with. Could she possibly not have one or two trump cards to protect herself?
Qi Shan was furious when he saw Lü Jue.
He asked, "Didn't you manage to get anything out of her?"
Lü Jue countered, "For example?"
Qi Shan asked, "What is her way of the scholar, or what is the opportunity for her to perfect her way of the scholar?"
He asked the question with such confidence that he earned a strange look from Lü Jue.
Qi Shan: "You didn't ask?"
Lu Jue said in a muffled voice, "Does Qi Zhongshu think that a man and woman reunited after a long separation should not express their feelings to each other, but instead inquire about such sensitive matters? Madam is a woman of letters and a scholar; if anyone is going to try to get information out of someone, it will be me. Who would spoil the mood when feelings are running high?"
That's absolutely outrageous.
Qi Zhongshu was only focused on important matters, which was admirable.
Qi Shan: "..."
Lü Jue posed the probing question: "Will Qi Zhongshu meet with him?"
This problem is as devastating as a wake-up call.
This completely enraged Qi Shan.
Lu Jue looked at Qi Shan, who was reacting unusually strongly, and scratched his head in confusion.
Under normal circumstances, he could have carefully preserved the marks left by his wife, but his status was different now. As a general, he couldn't flaunt obvious signs of intimacy in the camp. Not far from the main camp, he used his inner energy to erase all traces.
The scent of cosmetics on her clothes had completely dissipated.
Upon entering the military camp, Lü Jue reverted to his usual serious and aloof demeanor, though only those familiar with him could tell that he was in an exceptionally good mood today.
"Qi Zhongshu, please check it."
Qi Shan paused, "What are you checking?"
Lü Jue pointed to himself: "Naturally, you'll be checking me."
The methods of the literary scholars are as numerous as the stars in the sky. Lü Jue has little direct experience dealing with this group, but he knows his wife well enough. Given her temperament, she loves to kill two birds with one stone and achieve multiple goals at once, and this time she is probably using him.
Qi Shan was taken aback and then understood.
They immediately summoned medical professionals and reliable colleagues.
The physicians at the medical center couldn't find anything wrong.
"General, your blood and energy are abundant, and you are in good spirits. You couldn't be healthier." The physician from Xinglin rushed over thinking that something had happened to Lü Jue. But as soon as he saw the other man's face, he knew that he was not sick. His pulse was steady and strong. It was a waste of his time to make a house call.
Lü Jue then said, "Take another look carefully."
The physician examined her again, and everything was as before.
Lü Jue couldn't help but doubt his own judgment.
Gu Chi arrived late, but he seemed to know everything. After the physician left, he reminded Lü Jue, "General, could you please reconsider? It's too much of a burden on the frail patient..."
Although Lü Jue's thoughts were only fragmented, much of them contained content unsuitable for children, which was embarrassing for Gu Chi.
He knew without saying a word that Lü Jue and Mei Meng had met.
Who told Lü Jue to have no female mosquitoes around him all these years?
Once he broke his vow, his only remaining love was his wife.
In his panic, Lü Jue blushed and apologized.
Gu Chi rolled his eyes at Qi Shan in annoyance.
He and Liao Jia knew about Mei Meng's appearance in the Northwest Continent even earlier, but they hadn't told Lü Jue. He didn't even have time to inform Qi Shan before this guy leaked it out—more trouble than he'd cause!
"Does the general suspect that he has been set up?"
Lü Jue: "I do have this suspicion."
A thorough check-up would put his mind at ease.
As a hunter, how could I easily fall into the trap of my prey?
Gu Chi and Qi Shan couldn't find anything wrong with it either.
Until Cui Xiao, who appeared out of nowhere, snorted.
"Check the Martial Courage Tiger Tally."
Qi Shan and the other two: "..."
The three of them turned to look at the Martial Tiger Talisman at Lü Jue's waist. Lü Jue even asked, "When did the strategist arrive?"
Cui Xiao: "..."
Can he say that he came with Gu Chi?
Gu Chi: "..."
Cui Xiaoshou silently blocked out his inner thoughts, and he couldn't detect it.
The three of them actually found an encrypted incantation in the Martial Tiger Talisman.
The activation of the Word of Power requires a specific opportunity.
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