My husband is pure and has few desires, but I gave birth to three children in a row

Lu Zhenzhen looked at the wounds and couldn't help but feel her eyes turn red, tears silently falling on Fu Zhiyi's arm.

The heat made Fu Zhiyi's muscles stiffen.

He quickly realized something, reached out and hugged Lu Zhenzhen in his arms, gently patted her back, and comforted her: "It's okay, I'm standing in front of you now, okay? After going through this war, you don't have to worry about me going to the battlefield again for at least ten years."

Lu Zhenzhen sniffed and didn't say anything to spoil the fun, but she didn't really think it was that way either.

In an imperial society, if that time really comes, and the emperor asks you to take the throne, can you refuse?

Even though the new emperor has a good relationship with Fu Zhiyi now, that’s because he became emperor.

As time goes by, it may not be the same anymore.

As soon as Fu Zhiyi saw Lu Zhenzhen's expression, he knew what she was thinking.

He hugged Lu Zhenzhen tightly and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, when I return to the capital this time, Qi Xiao, the Divine Doctor, will report to His Majesty that my body was ambushed and damaged during this deep expedition to the Western Rong—"

Lu Zhenzhen was startled and looked up to see Fu Zhiyi.

Fu Zhiyi, however, held her tightly, preventing her from looking up, and continued, "With this achievement of having the Western Rong surrender, even if I, your husband, never achieve anything else, this achievement will be enough to protect our family. Furthermore, my achievements are so great that they threaten the emperor. It would be inappropriate for me to be too prominent at this time, especially since the previous emperor has passed away and the new emperor has ascended the throne."

"It's better to take a step back and relax for a while. A moment of fame and glory is not as good as a long-term steady stream."

What else could Lu Zhenzhen say? Fu Zhiyi saw further and considered things more carefully than her.

I only worry about one thing: "What about His Majesty?"

Fu Zhiyi was confident of this: "Your Majesty has just ascended the throne, and it will take three years for him to change his ways. He still has time to work with those old ministers. I think Your Majesty will still use them for a while. It would be inappropriate to use me at this time. I am willing to take a step back now, which is in line with the current situation in the court. I think Your Majesty would agree with me."

Seeing Fu Zhiyi speak so confidently, Lu Zhenzhen finally put her worries aside.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore, let's eat something first."

I dragged Fu Zhiyi to the table, where there was a bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup with a layer of golden oil floating on top, shredded chicken, a bunch of tender green vegetables, and a poached egg on top.

This is the most homely method and also Fu Zhiyi’s favorite taste.

Fu Zhiyi was indeed hungry. In Xirong, he had either dried meat, barbecued meat, or dry food. He hadn't had such a delicious meal for several months.

Although I tried my best to restrain myself, I quickly finished the bowl of noodles and even drank the soup.

Fortunately, the kitchen was well prepared. There was boiling chicken soup in the clay pot, and the blanched noodles were placed in another large bowl, with vegetables and shredded chicken already prepared.

Put the noodles in a bowl, add the vegetables and shredded chicken, and pour the chicken soup over it to make a delicious bowl of noodles.

Lu Zhenzhen served Fu Zhiyi another bowl, poured chicken soup on it, and watched Fu Zhiyi eat it.

After eating and drinking, it was already late at night.

After rinsing their mouths and washing their faces, the two lay on the bed. Lu Zhenzhen originally wanted to say a few words to Fu Zhiyi, but she didn't expect that after just a while, she heard the sound of even breathing behind her, and Fu Zhiyi had fallen asleep.

Turning around carefully, and in the light of the candle that had not yet been blown out, Lu Zhenzhen looked at Fu Zhiyi's much thinner face, and her heart was filled with heartache.

After looking for a while, she gently kissed the corner of Fu Zhiyi's lips, snuggled in Fu Zhiyi's arms, and fell into a deep sleep.

This time, Fu Zhiyi was going to Beijing to submit a letter of surrender, and time was urgent, so he naturally couldn't bring Lu Zhenzhen and the children with him.

Moreover, this time when I return to Beijing, I am not sure whether I can be transferred back to the capital, otherwise I will have to travel back and forth with myself.

The three children are still young and definitely cannot withstand the long-distance travel.

Although he was extremely reluctant, Fu Zhiyi had no choice but to leave Lu Zhenzhen and the three Doubao siblings behind.

The three Doubao siblings finally met Fu Zhiyi, but they only had time to have a meal with him before they saw Fu Zhiyi out with tears in their eyes.

Fortunately, although Fu Zhiyi left Gan Ning, life in the Governor's Mansion remained as peaceful as before.

After all, the great threat from the Western Rong has been resolved, and the border is now unusually peaceful and lively.

Many merchants who have received the news are gathering towards Gan Ning, hoping to reap the first wave of profits.

As for the matters outside, they were naturally handled by the people left behind by Fu Zhiyi. Everything was done in an orderly manner and nothing went wrong.

As the weather grew colder day by day, only fragmentary news came from the capital.

Fu Zhiyi went to the capital with the letter of surrender.

The court is going to reward people according to their merits.

However, there is no accurate information on how to reward people based on their merits.

Lu Zhenzhen had almost torn apart the official bulletins that were delivered to her every now and then, but there was no news on this matter.

I am not without worries.

Fortunately, a month later, Fu Zhiyi came back.

Not only did he come back, he also brought Lan and the third master back to Gan Ning.

After not seeing each other for over a year, Mrs. Lan and the third master couldn't get enough of looking at Doubao and his two siblings, so they pulled them aside and kissed them.

Lu Zhenzhen had not received the news in advance, and at this moment she was busy ordering people to prepare a place for Lan and the third master to live.

Accommodation also needs to be arranged for the people they bring with them.

Fortunately, the governor's mansion is very large and can accommodate everything.

When everything was arranged, Lan and the third master looked exhausted.

Knowing that they had traveled a long distance, they probably couldn't bear it.

After a simple welcoming banquet, Lan and the third master were arranged to go back and rest.

The three children had been excited for most of the day and were now tired. They held Fu Zhiyi's hand and made an appointment to accompany them horseback riding the next day before reluctantly going back to rest.

After the two of them bathed and washed up, the maids who served them tactfully left early.

The couple were the only ones left in the room.

Lu Zhenzhen was applying beauty cream in front of the mirror. Ganning was very windy and sunny, so her skin was easily dried out.

If it weren't for the powerful beauty cream, which she applied every morning and evening, Lu Zhenzhen felt like she was going to be turned into old bark.

Fu Zhiyi was half leaning on the bed with a book in his hand. He read for half a day without turning a page.

Instead, his burning gaze lingered on Lu Zhenzhen.

Seeing this, Lu Zhenzhen didn't know where to put her hands while applying the beauty cream. She couldn't help but turn around and glared at Fu Zhiyi: "What are you looking at me for? Read a book!"

Fu Zhiyi smiled and threw the book in his hand onto the table.

He took a few steps forward and took the beauty cream from Lu Zhenzhen's hand: "Let me help you apply it--"

This one painting turns the describable into the indescribable.

After a long while, Fu Zhiyi, finally satisfied, held her in his arms, gently patted Lu Zhenzhen's back, and casually dropped a bombshell: "I was conferred the title of Duke of Dingguo by His Majesty, and the title will be hereditary—"