Pick up a princess to be your wife

Yang Xianrong immediately stood up, her worries vanishing and replaced by a captivating allure.

"I heard that the General was injured yesterday, and I am very worried about him. General, please let me take a look at his injury."

Yang Xianrong walked over and slowly helped Li Mu undress.

Looking at Li Mu's broad arms, Yang Xianrong gently stroked Li Mu's back with her fingers.

"General, your injuries are quite severe, it breaks my heart. I have some wound medicine here, I will change your dressing right away. General, please lie down on the bed first."

Li Mu walked to the bedside and lay down on it.

Soon after, Yang Xianrong came over carrying a plate.

She sat on the bed with her legs bent, picked up a pair of scissors, and glanced at Li Mu's neck out of the corner of her eye.

But I only glanced at it...

She cut the gauze with scissors and then cleaned the scabs around the wound with a damp cloth.

Yang Xianrong found it hard to imagine how Li Mu could move so freely when his wounds hadn't fully healed.

"The general's military doctor is highly skilled. His wound suturing technique is already top-notch," Yang Xianrong said.

The military doctor was only a mediocre doctor to begin with, and some of his medical skills were even learned from Li Ertie.

But his skill in performing minor surgical procedures is truly superb.

Without him, only familiar with Seoul.

Fighting a war requires performing wound-sealing surgery on hundreds or thousands of people.

Over time, the technology will naturally advance by leaps and bounds.

Yang Xianrong changed Li Mu's dressing and re-bandaged his wound.

Li Mu felt a cool sensation coming from his previously burning wound.

"What kind of medicine is this?" Li Mu asked.

"I don't know either, it's..."

Yang Xianrong originally wanted to say it was the Emperor's personal wound medicine, but now it seemed inappropriate to call Wu Fengxian "Your Majesty".

“It’s Wu Fengxian’s medicine,” Li Mu said.

"Correct."

"Thank you, Madam."

Li Mu sat up, and Yang Xianrong immediately helped him put on his clothes.

Although Li Mu's appearance did not meet Yang Xianrong's standards.

But Li Mu's ability to manipulate desires was something she was truly captivated by.

It was a pity that Li Mu hadn't come to see her for several days, but he came today with injuries.

"General, why be so polite with me?"

"Madam was sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. What were you thinking about?"

“I have an elder brother who was originally in the Yan army camp, but I don’t know where he is now. He is my only relative, and I miss him a lot.”

"So I have a brother-in-law. Tell me his name first. If we meet in the future, we don't want to be strangers and hurt our family harmony."

"My elder brother's name is Yang Yuan."

"I got it."

After a moment of silence, Yang Xianrong slowly leaned against Li Mu's shoulder, like a little bird seeking shelter, a hint of sorrow returning to her face.

What she's most worried about right now is the sheep kite.

Previously, Wu Fengxian had sent him on a long-distance raid on Lingnan, but he didn't know how things were going.

"I have a question for you," Li Mu said.

"Excuse me, General."

"Wu Fengxian risked his entire army of over 100,000 to try and take you back. Aren't you moved?"

This seems like a life-or-death question?

Yang Xianrong already knew about this, and she was truly moved.

Where in this world is there a man who would risk everything for his woman?

Although Wu Fengxian had many flaws, his feelings for her were impeccable.

"My body and soul are with the General. The General does not despise my withered and fallen state, and he can give my heart a place to rest. I am extremely fortunate."

People and events of the past are but fleeting clouds. I only wish to repay the kindness shown to me by the General; I ask for nothing more.

This woman was young, but quite shrewd. When she spoke, she avoided the important points and spoke tactfully, leaving no room for error.

Li Muxin wondered what it would be like if Xu Yi, who was always aloof and arrogant, showed this submissive, womanly side.

"If you, my lady, will never abandon me, I will stay with you through life and death," Li Mu said calmly.

Yang Xianrong pressed the cloth even tighter.

"Madam, please prepare pen and ink. I would like to write a sentence for you."

"it is good."

Yang Xianrong immediately got up and went to the desk to prepare pen and ink for Li Mu.

Li Mu picked up his pen and wrote a sentence.

After finishing writing, Yang Xianrong murmured: "In life and death, we made a vow; holding your hand, we will grow old together."

Yang Xianrong was genuinely moved.

The Wu Fengxian of the past did not possess Li Mu's romantic talent for poetry and literature.

"How could I dare to betray the general's kindness in this lifetime?"

Li Mu looked out the window.

In mid-February, Baiyujing finally showed some signs of spring.

"I will repay the beauty and splendor that you have bestowed upon me with this magnificent land."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xianrong's heart fluttered with excitement.

She glanced at Li Mu, her expression dazed, as if she could see that unparalleled handsome face again.

"Madam, come with me to the street tomorrow. I have something to take care of," Li Mu said.

"May I ask what this matter is?" Yang Xianrong asked.

"Go to the Han residence to propose marriage for my brother Li Ertie. There are still many brothers who haven't met you yet, so let them meet your wife while we're at it."

"Very well, then General, shall we rest here today?"

"Yeah, I went out for a bit today, and my wound is a little sore."

"General, please do not overwork yourself and ruin your health."

"Madam is so considerate."

……

The next day.

Li Mu gathered all his brothers and waited in the military camp.

The brothers were all quite happy; today was the auspicious day for arranging a marriage for Li Ertie.

Li Ertie himself was somewhat nervous.

"When do we leave?" Zhao Cuo asked anxiously.

"I'm waiting for someone, they'll be right there," Li Mu said.

At that moment, a horse-drawn carriage entered the military camp.

Then, Yang Xianrong, dressed in plain clothes, stepped down from the carriage.

Xiong Wenjing and Ma Rulong knew what was going on, and Zhong Wu had also met Yang Xianrong.

But many other people are still not quite clear about it.

When Zhong Wu saw Yang Xianrong alight from the carriage, he quickly greeted her, "Younger brother greets sister-in-law."

"Sister-in-law? Big brother, so fast? It's all settled? We haven't even formally proposed yet, have we? Wow, this sister-in-law is so beautiful!"

Li Ertie glanced at Yang Xianrong, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Don't get it wrong, this is Brother Xingzhou's third wife."

"Oh, so you're Xingzhou's wife. I thought you were Ertie's new wife, hehe. Sister-in-law, I mistook you for someone else, please forgive me."

"Greetings, sister-in-law."

"Hello, sister-in-law."

Everyone greeted her, and Yang Xianrong responded politely to each one.

"Let me formally introduce myself to everyone. I am Yang Shi, and my name is Xianrong."

"A sheep offering its beauty?"

"Wu the Bandit's Empress?"

"Good heavens! Second brother, when did you steal Wu's empress?"

"Good heavens, first you snatched the princess, now you think snatching the princess isn't enough, so you're going to snatch the empress instead, huh?"

"What should we grab next? Is it the Empress Dowager's turn? And the next one after that, wouldn't it be the Grand Empress Dowager?"