Marrying the Crown Prince

As dawn broke and the sky gradually turned a pale white, the curtain of night quietly rose.

The ground was littered with severed limbs and broken bodies. Li Changyuan, like the other soldiers, dragged his weary body across the battlefield, rescuing his comrades who were still alive and capturing enemy soldiers who had lost their fighting ability.

Soon, Li Changyuan discovered another living person from Western Qin.

He drew his dagger, only to meet a pair of bright eyes.

Li Changyuan was stunned. This... is still a child!

This man from Western Qin was thin and small, his entire face was blackened with blood and dirt, and he was no longer recognizable.

But the fear and pleading in his eyes made Li Changyuan's heart tremble.

"Please don't kill me?" the child pleaded.

Li Changyuan sighed silently—although the two countries have become sworn enemies and there is no way to change it, what does this have to do with a child?

Thinking of this, he sheathed his dagger. "Don't worry, as long as you don't make any rash moves, I won't lay a hand on you."

The child smiled with relief.

"How are you? Can you stand up by yourself?"

"My leg... seems to be broken." The child's eyelashes trembled.

Seeing this, Li Changyuan bent down, preparing to help him up.

The child quickly pulled out a small knife from his body and stabbed it viciously into Li Changyuan's neck.

Li Changyuan was quick-witted and agile, but the distance was too close, and he could only barely avoid the fatal spot.

The sharp blade pierced through the armor, a sharp pain shot through the shoulder, and blood gushed out, soaking the clothes.

At the same time, an arrow shot out and pierced the chest of the boy from Western Qin.

The moment he closed his eyes, the child's face showed resentment—he was so close, so very close, that he could have dragged another Dongchen person down to hell with him!

Chen Muchuan grabbed Li Changyuan, pulled him onto the horse, and headed towards the city.

“That child… he…” Li Changyuan began with difficulty.

"Mm," Chen Muchuan replied.

On this border, there are many children whose parents died in the war, so they hate war and hate foreigners even more.

To the Western Qin, the Eastern Chen were a foreign race; but to the Eastern Chen, the Western Qin were a bloodsucking worm.

Their two countries have long been sworn enemies!

Li Changyuan received a reply, and his heart remained unsettled for a long time.

He turned back with difficulty to look at the spot he had just been, but could only see distant, faintly visible mountains.

War is cruel and merciless.

Everyone, for the dreams and hopes in their hearts, and for that indescribable, endless hatred, gives their all, even their lives.

This is a stage for heroes, and also an abyss of death.

The leaves have fallen, and late autumn has arrived. This year's winter clothes and winter food have been delivered to the frontier. Li Changyuan's training has also come to a successful end, and he returns to the capital with the grain transport team.

As for Chen Muchuan, he did not come to see him off.

He still needs to reorganize the five cities he has just conquered, eliminate the resistance forces within them, and appease the common people...

Everything was so demanding that he couldn't stop and rest for even a moment.

Despite knowing this, Li Changyuan still waited at the city gate for a while.

As the incense stick burned out, the guard beside him spoke up, "Young master, it's almost time."

Li Changyuan took one last, deep look at the land, and said, "Let's go."

Time flies, and soon they welcomed the first snow of the year.

Chen Muchuan, who rarely had any free time, carried a pot of tea and sat in the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

He lit the fire, put the teapot on it, and then put sweet potatoes, potatoes, and steamed buns on it to bake.

The charcoal fire was scorching hot, glowing red, and soon the water boiled.

He picked up the kettle, scalded the cups, and poured the tea. Perhaps because he hadn't done such elegant things in a long time, Chen Muchuan's movements were a little clumsy. Fortunately, his hands had developed thick calluses from holding a sword, so he wasn't afraid of getting burned.

The tea is excellent, with a wonderful aroma.

He lowered his head and took a small sip, feeling a warm current flow from his tongue into his heart.

A gentle breeze blew by; it wasn't very cold, but Chen Muchuan's nose still turned red.

He closed his eyes, and tears silently streamed down his face.

It's snowing, did you see it?

In the snow, Liu Jingyuan, wearing a red coat, built a snowman.

Seeing Chen Muchuan return, Liu Jingyuan smiled brightly and waved, "Come on over!"

Despite wearing many layers of clothing in the freezing cold, the tip of her nose still turned red and sore.

When Chen Muchuan returned from the military camp and saw this scene, he couldn't help but walk over and reach out to poke Liu Jingyuan's nose.

Liu Jingyuan frowned and slapped his hand away in annoyance. "What are you doing?"

"I didn't do anything," Chen Muchuan said innocently.

"Hmph!" Liu Jingyuan snorted. "Come on, let's build a snowman together. I want to build a really tall and big one."

"it is good."

One of them shoveled snow, and the other piled it up.

Both of them were martial artists; they had plenty of strength, and they quickly built the snowman.

A huge snowman stood in the yard, and his little nephews and nieces were so envious that their eyes turned red, and they ran into his yard every day.

As they ran, they grew up.

As they ran, they got separated.

Chen Muchuan, who was in his seventies, sat in the courtyard, looking at the snow outside the window, and calmly closed his eyes.

Liu Jingyuan, I've come to find you...