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"Great idea!"

Song Qingqian's smile was bright and clear, and her delicate eyebrows and eyes sparkled with life, leaving Wang Shi beside her stunned.

A moment later, she grasped Song Qingqian's hand and said happily, "The God of War General is so lucky to have married such a beautiful and capable wife like you. Even as a woman, I would love someone like you."

"My aunt is making fun of me again!"

"Auntie is speaking from the heart. You really are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

As soon as Wang finished speaking, they saw that the deal seemed to have been reached and people were starting to walk inside.

She hurriedly urged her husband, "Go take a look around first, choose a house that's decent enough. You've been working hard for days, you need to rest well."

"Young Lady Lu, aren't you going?"

Song Qingqian waved her hand and explained, "Auntie, you go first. There are so many people, we're not in a hurry. We can choose when there are fewer people."

"There are only a few good rooms available, so we need to hurry. I'll head over now, see you later!"

After saying this, Wang pushed through the crowd, grabbed her son, and squeezed forward to catch up with Wang Beiwang.

Lu Xieyue cautiously leaned closer and whispered, "Sister-in-law, hasn't Third Brother come back yet?"

Song Qingqian shook her head and replied, "No rush, let's wait a bit longer!"

Half an incense stick's time later, a dark figure quickly flashed behind the carriage. Song Qingqian glanced at it but didn't say anything, and went straight to the front with Lu Xieyue to ask for a room.

The shopkeeper's face lit up with joy the moment he saw her. Before Song Qingqian could even speak, the shopkeeper spoke first:

"Madam, your room has been prepared in advance and is fully equipped. If you need anything, just tell Xiao Luo and he will take you there!"

He then pulled over a waiter and gave him instructions:

"You're only in charge of them for the next two days. If anything goes wrong, you'll be begging for your life!"

Xiao Luo nodded hurriedly: "Don't worry, boss, I understand."

Looking at his fawning smile, Song Qingqian's eyes were deep and unfathomable. Could it be that this shopkeeper and Lu Jingchuan were old acquaintances, which was why he treated them with special favors?

She then smiled and asked, "How many rooms have you prepared for us, innkeeper? And how much do they cost?"

"I've reserved four rooms for you. The War God General has been kind to me, so I won't accept any money from you. Just stay here in peace."

The shopkeeper explained with a smile, his expression somewhat obsequious, but his face was full of sincerity.

"Great, thank you so much!"

Song Qingqian nodded in agreement. Regardless of whether there was a conspiracy or not, she decided to make the best of it and wait and see.

Four rooms are quite adequate for several people. The old lady had to take care of Bai Shi and her son, so she asked for a separate room for the four of them, including Xiao Yu'er.

The two Lu sisters took one room, Lu Yunqi volunteered to take Zhan'er to another room, and the remaining room naturally went to Song Qingqian and Lu Jingchuan.

Song Qingqian frowned deeply as she looked at the distribution. Seeing her lost in thought, the old matriarch kindly explained:

"Since you two have already consummated your marriage, there's no reason for you to sleep separately. Besides, Chuan'er is injured, so you can take care of each other if you stay together!"

"Third sister-in-law, if you don't want to, you can sleep with us!"

Lu Xieyue smiled and defused the situation, knowing that her third sister-in-law would definitely feel embarrassed with so many people watching.

Song Qingqian was hesitating when Lu Jingchuan leaned over and whispered an explanation:

"Let's agree on this for now. I'll go to Bei Chu's room tonight."

Song Qingqian nodded and smiled sweetly, saying, "Since everyone has made their choices, let's leave it at that. You can go back to your rooms and change your clothes. I'll ask the manager later what's for dinner!"

The old lady nodded with satisfaction, took Xiao Yu'er's hand, and went into the room with Madam Bai.

After Song Qingqian and the others had all made their selections, they went to the set on the far side.

The room's amenities were indeed much better than the previous inn; the bathtub was placed behind the screen, and in addition to the table and chairs, there was also a soft couch in the room.

She reached out and touched the water; the temperature was just right. Could it be that Lu Jingchuan left early to do this?

Thinking of this, Song Qingqian quickly shook her head. Lu Jingchuan shouldn't be that bored; it must have been Bei Chu who arranged it.

Lu Jingchuan said he would come to find her in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, so Song Qingqian decided to take a nice bath first, as she was indeed sore all over after a long day.

After taking a leisurely shower, humming a little tune, Song Qingqian changed into a clean dress before opening the door.

A moment later, Lu Jingchuan limped in, clearly having already taken a shower.

To Song Qingqian's astonishment, Lu Jingchuan began to remove his outer robe, then his inner garment, finally revealing his muscular upper body...

Seeing blood flowing from the wound, Song Qingqian couldn't help but chuckle and said, "You already had Bei Chu give you a bath, why didn't you have him treat it for you too?"

Lu Jingchuan said shamelessly, "I washed it myself. Besides, Bei Chu is not a professional at treating wounds. It's better to leave professional matters to my wife."

Song Qingqian thought to herself, her phoenix eyes crinkling with increasing arrogance, her lips curving into a mocking smile as she sneered at him:

"Weren't you quite shy in the carriage? Why are you undressing so quickly now? Aren't you shy anymore?"

Lu Jingchuan looked at her meaningfully for a few seconds, then slowly said:

"You are my wife, it's only natural for me to show you, what's there to be ashamed of?"

He is very strict with his physique and has never slacked off in his training over the years. Several times he has caught Song Qingqian staring at his muscles, which must have been quite pleasing to him.

He figured it out: to win over his wife, he had to cater to her tastes; since she liked it, he would show it to her…

Song Qingqian chuckled and said in a slightly unserious tone, "Well done, Lu Jingchuan, you've improved."

"But we're partners. Don't you think this is too much of a loss? Isn't this sacrifice a bit too great?"

Lu Jingchuan's throat bobbed, and after a moment of lowering his eyes, he whispered, "It's just healing, it's not a sacrifice."

Song Qingqian nodded in agreement, took out her first-aid kit to treat his wounds again, and then asked seriously:

"What's your relationship with this shopkeeper? Is he reliable?"

“He was the father of one of my former soldiers. I gave him an extra funeral allowance when he sacrificed his life, probably out of gratitude. When Bei Chu came to book rooms, he recognized him and reserved a few extra rooms for us.”

Lu Jingchuan explained in a calm voice, "Think about it, it's been five years. It's said that he opened this post station with that donation."

"Five years? How old were you when you became a general?"

Song Qingqian was extremely surprised.

Lu Jingchuan sighed, his eyes deep as he replied, "I was fifteen that year. I started going to the battlefield at ten, became a deputy general at twelve, and a commander-in-chief at fourteen, starting to lead troops into battle independently..."

"You've had a tough time!"

Song Qingqian spoke calmly and earnestly: "Life is long, spanning several decades. Enjoy every moment of happiness. Your goal used to be to protect your country, but now your goal has shifted to your family. Isn't that a blessing?"

"As the ancients said: 'From here I will depart in a small boat, and spend the rest of my life on the rivers and seas!' Lu Jingchuan, your life has infinite possibilities, so it's never too late to wake up."

Besides, losing you is a loss for the entire court. If anyone should regret it, it should be that damned emperor. What are you sad about?