Years turn into wind

As the night deepened, the entire Marshal's Mansion finally returned to peace. Ling Xiaotian and Cheng Yuwei sat side by side in the study, recalling the raid. A lingering sense of nervousness still lingered in their hearts, but more of a sense of relief and peace.

Ling Xiaotian gently took Cheng Yuwei's hand, his eyes filled with mixed emotions: "Yuwei, every time I think of you and I being in danger together, I always feel uneasy. But every time, it's you who gives me so much courage."

Cheng Yuwei stared at him, her eyes gentle but firm: "Xiaotian, I know that there will be countless dangers following you, but this is my own choice. And you also give me a sense of security that I have never had before."

Ling Xiaotian's gaze grew deeper, and with a hint of a smile on his lips, he gently embraced her in his arms: "I will protect this trust with my whole life."

Cheng Yuwei felt a warmth in her heart, feeling his warm embrace. She gently closed her eyes, feeling the dependence deep in her heart. In this quiet night, they finally temporarily isolated the disturbances of the outside world from their hearts and immersed themselves in a world that belonged only to them.

However, peaceful days are always short-lived. The next morning, Cheng Yuwei and Ling Xiaotian hadn't yet fully woken up from the afterglow of the previous night when the adjutant from the palace hurried over and reported nervously, "General, our spies have reported that some of the remaining Canglang remnants have not been completely eliminated. They are secretly gathering and may return at any time."

Ling Xiaotian's expression froze when he heard this. He quickly stood up and calmly ordered, "Call all the generals immediately. We must redeploy tonight and completely remove this nail."

Cheng Yuwei also stood beside him, her eyes more determined: "Xiaotian, I will be responsible for making several kinds of poisonous smoke bombs, which can greatly reduce the casualties of soldiers during the clearing."

After listening to this, Ling Xiaotian nodded slightly and patted her shoulder gently, his heart filled with gratitude and admiration: "Yuwei, you always make me feel at ease like this."

That night, Cheng Yuwei frantically prepared a potion in her laboratory. She meticulously mixed the ingredients, testing them repeatedly to ensure they were potent enough without harming allies. She knew every step could affect the lives of countless people, requiring utmost care.

After several hours of hard work, Cheng Yuwei finally produced a sufficient batch of poisonous smoke bombs. She breathed a sigh of relief, rushed to the headquarters with the finished products, and handed them to Ling Xiaotian.

Ling Xiaotian took the smoke bomb, his expression serious yet gentle: "Thank you for your hard work, Yuwei. With you around, I always feel more confident in every battle."

Cheng Yuwei chuckled and shook her head: "I'm just doing what I can. If these things can reduce the casualties of your soldiers, I'll be satisfied."

Ling Xiaotian held her hand tightly and said gently, "Yuwei, you are not only my assistant, but also my comrade-in-arms and my beloved."

The two looked at each other for a moment, their eyes full of tacit understanding and attachment. At this moment, there seemed to be no threat of war between them, only deep affection and dependence on each other.

The next morning, Ling Xiaotian and Cheng Yuwei headed to the training ground outside the city. They decided to test the effectiveness of their smoke bombs in this open field. Under the morning light, a gentle breeze blew through the air. Soldiers were already gearing up for battle. Cheng Yuwei stood in the center of the field, her face a bit nervous, yet also radiating confidence.