Quick Transmigration: Cannon Fodder's Daily Rise to Power and Face-Slapping

Chapter 201 Slapping the Face of the Treacherous General 9

"General Du Rong should go to the death row to find out what's wrong!" Jin An said, then waved his hand, and the Imperial Guards behind him stepped forward and grabbed Du Rong.

Du Rong struggled desperately, "Let me go! Let me go! I want to see the Emperor! Someone must be framing me!"

"It's too noisy!" Jin'an said, frowning.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Imperial Guard who had grabbed Du Rong stuffed a rag into Du Rong's mouth.

Leng Yuexing was not surprised when he received the message, as he had already received a letter from Wenren Mo.

The letter mentioned that General Cao Yan would present the Emperor with evidence of Du Rong's treason and collusion with the enemy, and also mentioned the date of his return to the capital.

He will escort Feng Shi'an back to the capital with General Cao Yan a month later.

It was another starless night when Wenren Mo woke up with a start from his tent.

Since he came of age, Leng Yuexing has appeared in his dreams countless times.

At first, it was just Leng Yuexing's smiles and frowns, but gradually Leng Yuexing in my dreams began to change.

The scene that haunted my dreams most was that night when Leng Yuexing was in the cold pool. He lay on the edge of the pool with a dazed expression, his skin was snow-white and flawless, and his eyes, which were shimmering and alluring, were looking at me. His slightly parted lips exhaled cold, white breath, like a water demon that could devour one's soul.

He hadn't expected to remember that night so vividly, that every breath Leng Yuexing took was vividly present in his dreams.

In his dream, he couldn't help but walk to Leng Yuexing's side, pinch his fair face, and press his lips against it...

Wenren Mo was breathing heavily, his whole body filled with heat. He held the precious sword that Leng Yuexing had given him and murmured Leng Yuexing's name.

He never imagined that his longing for Leng Yuexing would, over time, transform into an obsession with possessing her.

When Leng Yuexing saw Wenren Mo from the city wall, she could hardly believe her eyes.

The one riding a fine horse and wearing a black cloak was actually Wenren Mo?

He was completely different from when he left. When he left, Wenren Mo was just a boy with a youthful face and a touch of childishness.

Now, Wenren Mo, who has returned, is no longer the boy he once was. His facial features are more defined, with strong and resolute lines, as if every line has been carefully sculpted.

He exuded a chilling aura of killing intent, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and his presence was like an unshakeable mountain, inspiring both fear and awe.

As Leng Yuexing watched Wenren Mo approach, her heart was filled with emotion.

He finally saw an eagle spread its wings and soar through the sky, becoming a king that commanded respect.

Leng Yuexing walked down the city wall and stood at the city gate to greet Wenren Mo and General Cao Yan.

He was ordered by his father to welcome the two men, take them to the palace to meet his father, and attend the welcoming banquet for them that evening.

Wearing a white cloak, Leng Yuexing walked down the city wall step by step, the cold wind gently blowing his soft, long black hair.

On his exquisitely beautiful face, a faint smile graced his lips. At this moment, Leng Yuexing seemed like an immortal about to ride the wind and return home, or like a plum blossom that defies the snow and frost, elegant and noble.

At this moment, Leng Yuexing's beautiful figure was deeply imprinted in Wenren Mo's mind, becoming a scene he could never forget for the rest of his life.

Leng Yuexing walked to the two of them, and the general hurriedly jumped off his horse and knelt on one knee to pay homage to Leng Yuexing.

Wenren Mo followed Cao Yan's actions, but he never lowered his head. Instead, he stared intently at Leng Yuexing with his sharp eyes.

Although they had been separated for many years, Leng Yuexing couldn't help but treat Wenren Mo the same way he had treated him before. He smiled faintly and then reached out to help Wenren Mo up.

"Generals, please rise. Welcome back to the court. My father has prepared a banquet in the palace to welcome you both. Please come with me." Leng Yuexing smiled and mounted a tall, chestnut-colored horse beside her.

He did not intend to travel with them into the capital by carriage, but decided to ride horses with them instead.

After Leng Yuexing mounted her horse, Cao Yan and Wenren Mo also jumped onto their horses. Then, the three of them, along with a group of guards and soldiers behind them, headed towards the capital.

People along the streets threw all sorts of fresh and beautiful flower petals at them, and young women shyly tossed their purses to the victorious soldiers. Every face of the people was filled with smiles and admiration.

Wenren Mo controlled his horse to walk beside Leng Yuexing, gazing intently at her with deep eyes. "Yuexing, it's been a long time."

The boyish voice of the past is gone; now Wenren Mo's voice is deep and magnetic, and Leng Yuexing is still a little unaccustomed to it.

He turned to look at Wenren Mo and smiled, "Why aren't you calling me Brother Leng anymore?"

Wenren Mo's eyes softened for a moment, and he parted his thin lips slightly, "I am already of age, so naturally I can no longer call you the way I did when we were children. Or would you prefer me to call you the Third Prince?" Wenren Mo probed subtly.

Leng Yuexing smiled gently upon hearing this, her smile filled with doting affection for Wenren Mo. "Since you like it, then call me that."

A dark glint flashed in Wenren Mo's eyes. "You're so tolerant of me, aren't you afraid I'll take advantage of you?"

Leng Yuexing's smile deepened upon hearing this. "Oh? How are you going to push your luck?"

Wenren Mo stared at Leng Yuexing's perfectly shaped petal-like lips and whispered, "You'll find out later."

Leng Yuexing took Wenren Mo's words as a joke and didn't take them to heart. She nodded and smiled, "Alright, then I'll wait and see."

Wenren Mo smiled, wanting to say something more, but then noticed that Leng Yuexing's face had suddenly turned pale and she was swaying. He worriedly held Leng Yuexing's shoulder and asked, "Yuexing, what's wrong?"

Leng Yuexing shook her head gently and said weakly, "It's nothing, it's just an old ailment, it'll get better in a while."

Seeing that Leng Yuexing refused to tell him the truth, Wenren Mo had already left the area where the people were gathered. He looked at the attendant following Leng Yuexing. If he remembered correctly, he should be Leng Yuexing's confidant.

He asked in a low voice, "What exactly is going on with Yuexing?"

The attendant looked up at Leng Yuexing and, seeing that he had no intention of stopping him, replied in a low voice, "Reporting to the general, since the lord was poisoned five years ago, he has not yet fully recovered. Every full moon night, the poison flares up, and when it does, he can only immerse himself in cold water. Over the years, this has greatly harmed his health."

"Tonight is another full moon night, so... I feel particularly weak."

"Poisoned by Gu?" Wenren Mo asked in surprise. "Yuexing, didn't you tell me you were just poisoned and would be fine after one night? So you were poisoned by Gu?"

"What kind of Gu is it? Is there any way to cure it?" Wenren Mo asked Leng Yuexing with concern.

Leng Yuexing shook her head weakly, "You were still young back then, and I didn't want you to worry, so I didn't tell you."

"There is no cure for the poison I have been afflicted with, but my life is not in danger, so don't worry."