Chapter 1240 – The War Approaches (Part 1)
After the new year, joyous events came one after another.
The most bustling of all was the wedding of Feng Zhen and Wan Xiuer.
This couple really caught everyone off guard; after all, everyone knew what kind of reckless man Feng Zhen was.
When the word got out that Feng Zhen was getting married, many dismissed it as mere rumors. Who would buy into the idea that Feng Zhen would settle down? Especially the newcomers who had just joined the Golden Scales Pavilion; they had firsthand experience with Feng Zhen’s infamous reputation. Last year, Jiang Pengji dealt with Xu Pei while Feng Zhen was left to hold down the fort, and those new recruits had to interact with him.
Not to mention his ability to handle tasks, Feng Zhen’s playboy image was already deeply ingrained in people’s minds.
Several eager newbies hadn’t even gotten used to their duties before they heard the gossip about Feng Zhen causing a ruckus in some tavern.
How rare! Is there really someone who can tame this playboy?
The old minister remained unfazed, but the newbies were bursting with curiosity, waiting to see what kind of celestial bride he had found.
As the audience in the live stream would put it, unless you had at least a couple of tricks up your sleeve, who would dare step onto this battleground?
Feng Zhen declared proudly, “This is what they mean by a playboy returning home, worth more than gold!”
Yang Si scoffed, mercilessly mocking Feng Zhen.
“Your playboy persona is the real deal; whether you’ll change for good is still up in the air.”
Feng Zhen was choked up by his words.
What do you mean by that?
Is my character in question?
A promise is a promise; my word is as heavy as Mount Tai!
When I say ‘return,’ I mean it! No faking here!
Suppressing the urge to roll his eyes and strangle Yang Si, Feng Zhen grit his teeth, “We’re getting married! Can’t you say something nice for once?”
Though he had a reputation as a flirt, he wasn’t entirely without family responsibility. It was fine to be wild before marriage, but after tying the knot, he ought to settle down. He and Feng Yi’s mother had shared a brief period of affection before she passed away, and after her death, he lost himself completely.
A playboy remains a playboy, but he isn’t a scumbag. Relationships should be about compatibility; you can’t force something that isn’t ripe—it’s about mutual feelings.
He still had some integrity left.
Seeing Feng Zhen’s earnestness, Yang Si could only huff in response.
Can he really be that displeased?
That little brat Feng Zhen has found a decent woman to marry, while he himself remains a lone wolf?
On the surface, Yang Si was calm and collected, but inside, he was fuming, seemingly like an unsatisfied soul.
Dian Yin, who had been coached by Yang Si, timidly spoke up, “Is it really that simple for Military Adviser Yang to find a family? Just a hint, and those matchmakers won’t have a mountain of portraits of young ladies flocking to your doorstep?”
Yang Si shot a glare at Dian Yin; did he find it amusing to undermine him?
This clumsy oaf really hadn’t learned a thing—can women really be treated so casually?
What’s the difference between living without ambition and being like dried fish?
When marrying, one should aim for the one they find best and most suitable. Picking anyone at random just to make do? He might as well continue frolicking in the fields of romance.
“If it were truly that easy, why don’t you go find one?”
He couldn’t dis the little brat Feng Zhen, but taking down Dian Yin was easy enough.
To his surprise, Dian Yin replied, unabashedly.
“I’ve already married, you know! With a wife, naturally, I don’t need to look for another.” He looked at Yang Si, stumbling over his words, “Does Military Adviser not remember? My wife is the centurion from the injured soldiers’ camp you introduced me to…”
Yang Si froze for a moment, recalling that there had indeed been such a matter.
This had happened when they were stationed in Hujun.
Seeing that Dian Yin was a straightforward man with no intimate partner around to provide warmth, Yang Si, playing matchmaker, introduced someone to him. Dian Yin’s wife had originally been a centurion in the women’s battalion aiming for promotion but had to step down due to an injury. Later, she applied to work in the injured soldiers’ camp, training under a military doctor, and learned some impressive medical skills.
This woman was refreshing and generous, coming from a respectable background without familial ties or burdens, and she was quite literate, making her a prime catch even in ordinary circles. Yang Si thought it would be great to introduce her to Dian Yin and sealed the deal.
Sometimes, you just can’t let the good stuff flow to outsiders!
Who would’ve thought this would backfire on him like a stone underfoot!
This brute was absolutely infuriating!
Yang Si shot another angry glare at Dian Yin, who was oblivious and could not understand what had sparked such ire from his Military Adviser.
Amidst the banter, Feng Zhen was getting married, and he still needed to extend his congratulations.
In these times, building a family is no easy feat, so cherish it while you can.
From the moment the news spread to the wedding itself, less than two months passed, and everyone thought the ceremony would be simple.
Given the tight timeline, a lack of preparation was to be expected. Additionally, Feng Zhen and Wan Xiuer were both second-time spouses; it wasn’t going to be as solemn as a first wedding… But they underestimated Feng Zhen’s flair for drama; despite the time crunch, the wedding was anything but shabby.
So what if they’re second-time spouses?
A marriage is still a marriage; everything that should be present must be there, with no way the guests attending the banquet would have a reason to laugh at them.
“Who would’ve thought Zi Shi would be this serious about it…”
The wedding preparations were indeed rushed, but Wei Ci and company couldn’t spot a single sign of carelessness.
This only showed how much Feng Zhen valued this occasion.
Yang Si watched with a cold smirk, recalling the relaxed Feng Zhen sneaking in breaks.
The wedding was thoughtful and grand, but the one who put in the hard work wasn’t Feng Zhen—he was just the carefree proprietor—
What’s so great about having a brilliant son?
In reality, having a brilliant and capable son is indeed quite impressive. Not only did Feng Zhen marry a beautiful bride, but in front of the guests, he praised his son extravagantly, as if he wanted to make his face bloom like a flower… For outsiders, it probably looked similar to flowering.
Feng Yi was how old, anyway?
At such a young age, he was already systematic and organized—what would he be like when he grew up?
One could glean the essence from a single glimpse; although it was just a wedding, the intricacies involved were abundant. Just managing guests and social interactions is a complex art. Feng Yi could navigate this effortlessly now, not just glibly charming but also meticulous.
Feng Yi’s temperament was gentle and low-key but was clearly well-suited for the political arena.
If peace prevails in the land and their Lord has a chance to rise further, Feng Yi might just be the leader of this generation.
Understanding this layer, many looked at Feng Zhen with a hint of disdain.
Why is that?!
This unreliable rogue Feng Zhen somehow has a truly reliable son!
Wei Ci vaguely heard a group expressing envy and jealousy towards Feng Zhen, sighing inwardly.
Now there’s Feng Yi, and in the future, there’s Feng You.
That kid is the real headache!
While others are rearing a bunch of kids of mixed talent, not a single one might turn out successful.
Feng Zhen, this frail, sickly man, somehow has just two sons, and they’re both extraordinary.
Wei Ci lamented; Feng Zhen’s ability to sire sons far outstripped his political prowess.
