Years turn into wind

Cheng Yuwei looked up at Ling Xiaotian's determined gaze, a warm feeling washing over her. But she knew their relationship wasn't smooth sailing. War, power, enemies... these complex factors, like invisible chains, constantly bound them.

"It's easy for you to say, but I'm not the only trouble around you." There was a hint of bitterness in Cheng Yuwei's voice. She knew that she was not only facing hostility from Shen Yirong, but also more hidden threats.

Ling Xiaotian held her hand, his eyes filled with deep emotion: "You have never been a problem, you are my motivation. As long as you are here, I will not be afraid of any challenge."

Cheng Yuwei looked at him, feeling touched, yet unable to conceal her deep worry. Ling Xiaotian might be a warlord, but he was also a man, burdened with heavy responsibilities. She knew she couldn't bear the burden for him, but at least she could stand by him and face it together.

"Shen Yirong isn't the only threat." Cheng Yuwei lowered her voice, thought for a moment, and then continued, "Today I overheard the maids' idle chatter. It seems that some of the generals around you are behaving strangely, especially that one named Yan Shikun..."

"Yan Shikun?" Ling Xiaotian frowned, wary. He had always trusted his generals, but Cheng Yuwei's words forced him to reconsider the matter.

"Yes, I heard that he has been in frequent contact with some foreign businessmen recently, and has been intentionally or unintentionally avoiding you and other core generals. His whereabouts are very strange." Cheng Yuwei's tone was full of worry.

Ling Xiaotian's expression grew increasingly grim, his inner alarm bells beginning to ring. As the commander of an army, he knew every step on the battlefield and in the power struggle was fraught with danger. And while Yan Shikun held a high position within the army, he wasn't Ling Xiaotian's most trusted person.

"I will investigate it thoroughly." Ling Xiaotian's voice was low and firm. He turned and walked to the window, looking into the distance, his eyes full of deep thought.

Just then, there was a soft knock on the door. Ling Xiaotian turned around and motioned for the maid to come in.

"Report! Marshal, urgent news has come from the front line. Spies have discovered that the enemy seems to be planning a new raid, and... it seems that someone in our camp has provided intelligence." The guard reported in a low voice, appearing extremely cautious.

Ling Xiaotian's brow furrowed tightly, his uneasiness growing stronger. He had already vaguely guessed who was behind this, but without solid evidence, he couldn't act rashly.

"Continue to monitor closely and don't alert the enemy." Ling Xiaotian ordered in a deep voice, and the guards nodded and retreated.

He turned to look at Cheng Yuwei, his eyes showing a hint of tenderness: "You take a good rest first, I will take care of these things."

Cheng Yuwei nodded and watched him leave. She knew that what Ling Xiaotian needed at the moment was her support, not a burden. But she also knew that she couldn't just be a bystander forever.

Over the next few days, Ling Xiaotian began to secretly investigate unusual movements within the army. Yan Shikun's behavior was indeed unusual. He frequently interacted with foreign merchants, and each time avoided core generals, which aroused Ling Xiaotian's great suspicion.

At the same time, Shen Yirong did not stop her actions. As Ling Xiaotian's wife, although she was dissatisfied with Cheng Yuwei on the surface, her real purpose was far more complicated than a simple emotional dispute.

In the shadows of the Marshal's Mansion, Shen Yirong quietly arranged a meeting. She met with a mysterious man in a secluded corner of the mansion's backyard. The man's face was hidden under his cloak, and his eyes were as cold as a snake.

"What's the situation?" Shen Yirong asked in a low voice, with anxiety and indifference in her eyes.

"As you wished, the movements on the front line have been leaked. Ling Xiaotian's army will soon fall into chaos, and then you will naturally get what you want." The man's voice was gloomy, with a hint of pride.

A sneer played at the corner of Shen Yirong's mouth, but she quickly regained her composure. "Although Ling Xiaotian is powerful, he'll be unable to withstand an attack from both inside and outside. I've already arranged some personnel to catch him off guard at the critical moment."

The man chuckled: "Then it depends on whether you can seize the opportunity."

The meeting between the two ended in the cold night. No one knew that Shen Yirong's plan was gradually taking shape, and Ling Xiaotian was being quietly pushed to the brink of danger.

A few days later, Ling Xiaotian finally received solid evidence against Yan Shikun. Yan Shikun was indeed colluding with the enemy, and his whereabouts and records of secret meetings were revealed one by one.

Ling Xiaotian's heart suddenly turned cold. Without hesitation, he immediately ordered the arrest of Yan Shikun. At the same time, he made comprehensive adjustments to the front-line defenses to prepare for a possible surprise attack.

However, just as he was about to deal with the matter personally, Shen Yirong suddenly appeared at the door of his study.

"Xiaotian, I have something to talk to you about." Shen Yirong's tone was surprisingly calm, as if everything was under her control.

Ling Xiaotian looked at her with a hint of coldness in his eyes: "What's the matter?"

Shen Yirong smiled slightly, walked slowly into the study, closed the door, and then slowly said: "About Cheng Yuwei."

Hearing this name, Ling Xiaotian's expression changed slightly, but he remained calm. "Her affairs have nothing to do with you."

"Really?" Shen Yirong's smile gradually deepened, and a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes. "Do you really think you can protect her? In this chaotic situation, no one can be immune, including your beloved Cheng Yuwei."

Ling Xiaotian frowned and looked directly at Shen Yirong, his eyes full of vigilance: "What do you want to say?"

Shen Yirong slowly approached Ling Xiaotian, her voice low and cold: "Xiaotian, you know, I have never given up on you. But if you insist on choosing Cheng Yuwei, then you should be prepared to lose everything."

Her threat was like a sharp blade, piercing Ling Xiaotian's heart. Anger flashed across Ling Xiaotian's eyes, but he suppressed it and said coldly, "Shen Yirong, you'd better not do anything you'll regret."

Shen Yirong sneered and turned away, leaving Ling Xiaotian standing there, his sense of crisis growing stronger. He knew that Shen Yirong's threat was not just directed at Cheng Yuwei, but there was a bigger conspiracy waiting for him behind the scenes.

Cheng Yuwei was completely oblivious to these events; she continued to recuperate in the Marshal's residence. Although her wounds were gradually healing, her unease grew. She had a vague feeling that Ling Xiaotian was under increasing pressure, but he hadn't revealed a single detail to her.

One night, Cheng Yuwei stood by the window, gazing at the moonlight in the distance, her heart filled with mixed emotions. Just then, Ling Xiaotian quietly approached and gently took her into his arms.

"What are you thinking about?" His voice was low and gentle.

Cheng Yuwei leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "I always feel that there are some things being hidden from me."

Ling Xiaotian was silent for a moment, then said softly, "There are some things I don't want you to worry about. But don't worry, I will take care of everything."

Cheng Yuwei looked up at him, her eyes full of trust and determination: "No matter what happens, I will stand by you."

Ling Xiaotian's eyes softened and he kissed her forehead gently: "With you here, I have the strength to face everything."

The two hugged each other tightly, as if trying to draw strength from each other's embrace. However, what they didn't know was that danger was quietly approaching, and a conspiracy in the distance had already taken shape, waiting for them to fall into the trap.