General, you should rest now; the lady is even more ruthless.

On the first day of their marriage, Jiang Qiqi wasn't the only one who felt uncomfortable.

Shen Luo felt extremely stressed when she woke up.

The source of the pressure was Jiang Qiqi, who was sleeping sprawled out next to me.

He had witnessed firsthand that there were people in the world with such bad sleeping postures, like his wife.

The man's head was resting on his chest, his hands and feet were all on his body, and his legs were pressing against some indescribable part of his body.

Shen Luo felt a little uncomfortable and tried to move her leg away, but as soon as she moved, the person next to her groaned and shuffled back. Already sensitive in the morning, this movement made Shen Luo gasp, and she stared at the ceiling for a long time before calming down.

After a frantic struggle, Shen Luo managed to escape the clutches of evil. Seeing that the person next to him was still fast asleep, he breathed a sigh of relief, got out of bed like a thief, and went out.

He didn't know why he felt so guilty; maybe he was afraid of waking her up and it would be awkward for them to be facing each other.

Yes, it is like that.

Shen Luo turned his wheelchair and went straight to the study, where Nineteen was already waiting.

“Master, last night, Madam’s maid Xiang’er brought the person out of the trunk. She reported to me that the person, like herself, was a maid that Madam brought from the Jiang family as part of her dowry. However, when the person got close, I smelled a strong stench of blood around her, and she seemed to be injured.”

"Hmm, keep an eye on the three of them." Shen Luo thought for a moment, then changed his mind, "Keep an eye on those two maids, and don't let them be discovered."

If his wife is truly as perceptive as Twelve claims, then unless Nineteen personally keeps an eye on her, she will inevitably be discovered.

The faction to which these people belong is still unclear. If we rashly alert them, it could cause trouble if they develop other ideas.

"Yes, Master." After reporting, Nineteen took out a letter from his sleeve.

"My lord, Sixteen sent a letter saying that he has finished explaining everything on his side and has also found some information that seems to be of some help in treating the poison in your body. He set off the day before yesterday and should arrive in the capital in about a month."

Shen Luo took the letter and glanced at it: "Hmm, Sixteen always acts quickly. What about Thirteen?"

"Thirteen's situation is a bit tricky. All the people we captured were assassinated overnight. Fortunately, Thirteen was prepared and locked their leader in a separate cell. Now we're trying to get this only survivor to testify."

Sometimes Shi Jiu was quite envious of his brothers, who all held important positions in various places, unlike him who could only handle some domestic matters at home and also had to work part-time as a communications officer.

I miss the days when I fought alongside my master on the battlefield.

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On a sunny afternoon, Jiang Qiqi sat in a wicker chair in the courtyard, popping peanuts into her mouth one by one.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly handsome and dashing Goddess of War of Mount Heng is impotent. Indeed, there is no one as perfect as her in this world.

Jiang Qiqi (chewing): "Xiang'er, do you think there are rumors about Shen Luo (chewing) that he is a very cruel person?"

Psychology has shown that a person suffering from a serious physical or mental illness will undergo a drastic change in temperament. Many men become cruel after losing their physiological functions, and some even take pleasure in killing or torturing others.

Xiang'er sat on the stone bench next to her, peeling peanuts.

“The General is certainly ruthless and merciless on the battlefield, but I don’t know much about his private life. What’s wrong, Miss?” Xiang’er suddenly leaned closer. “Was the General very cruel last night?”

Jiang Qiqi flicked her forehead without hesitation: "You're such a gossip."

Xiang'er covered her forehead and sat back down, pouting as she continued peeling melon seeds and peanuts.

Jiang Qiqi felt that she should keep the fact that the general was impotent a secret, since such a thing seemed to be very important to men.

However, as Lu Xun said: "To keep gossip to oneself is like wearing fine clothes at night."

"Xiang'er, come closer to my ear."

Xiang'er, rubbing her forehead, hesitantly approached, "What's wrong, Miss..."

"Xiang'er, let me tell you..."

"What! General! He's impotent!" This shocked Xiang'er for a hundred years!

"Shh, Xiang'er, keep your voice down."

"Miss, then you'll be living the life of a widow, sob sob." She couldn't accept it.

...Why does this little girl cry so much?

"Xiang'er, look on the bright side. At least we can eat our fill at the General's Mansion. Look, there are even peanuts for afternoon tea (?). Besides, we should accept whatever comes our way, whether it's a rare or old man. The Emperor has decreed this marriage, so I can't just say whether I'll marry him or not."

"That's true, but alas, our poor, beautiful young lady." Indeed, there's no such thing as a free breakfast, lunch, dinner, or afternoon tea.

“It’s alright. The general is more pitiful than me. He can’t have sex, and he must be in a lot of pain. So Xiang’er, we must keep this secret for the general and uphold his dignity as the God of War of Nanyue.”

What's going on? A strange sense of responsibility welled up inside me!

"Miss, rest assured, I will protect the lifelong reputation of the General Who Protects the Nation. I would rather die than reveal this secret!"

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Xiang'er: Miss told me such an important secret. She cares about me. Waaah.

Jiang Qiqi: It feels much better to share gossip.

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Shen Luo was unaware that two people in his backyard had already secretly resolved to defend his dignity to the death, after all, he had only said it casually yesterday.

His lieutenants were all married, and some even had children. Whenever they talked about their married life in the barracks, they looked happy and nostalgic.

But when he asked them, they refused to say anything, only saying that General, you will know the benefits once you get married.

Shen Luo had considered what kind of person she would marry.

Perhaps she was a princess from a neighboring country who came to marry him, perhaps she was a female general who fought alongside him on the battlefield, or perhaps she was a princess bestowed upon him by the emperor to consolidate his military power.

He doesn't care.

He has many people around him, so it doesn't matter if one or two more women live with him; he can afford to support them, as long as they don't cause any trouble.

At least this wife is pretty; she can stay at home as a decorative object, Shen Luo tried to convince himself.

Although he never kept idle people around, it was, after all, a marriage arranged by the Emperor, and fortunately, she seemed fairly obedient. He decided to simply have her move to the backyard, away from him, so he could visit the backyard less often in the future.

Having made this decision, Shen Luo said, "Nineteen, tell Madam..."

The words he was about to say stopped in his throat. For some reason, he remembered last night when she quietly and obediently leaned down against his chest and said, "Help me," and when he accidentally pulled her hair, she jumped up in pain and told him to get away from her with a look of disgust.

He hadn't met someone so vibrant and dazzling in a long time.

Shen Luo changed his mind before he could finish speaking: "Tell Madam I'll be having dinner with her."

"Yes, master."

"Tell the kitchen to prepare some nutritious dishes." It wasn't anything else; he just felt that a skinny, bony person looked too unhealthy, and if he went out, people would think that he, the General Who Protects the Nation, was abusing his wife.