Luo Jingfeng was kissed until he could barely breathe. As he tried to pull away, she clung to him like an octopus, wrapping herself tightly around him.
With all this lingering friction, even a dead man would be stirred back to life.
Luo Jingfeng picked her up and roughly tossed her onto the bed, starting to tear at their clothes. Lu Zhu giggled and pecked at his lips between kisses, shedding her garments as their scorching body heat melded together.
Lost in passion, Lu Zhu suddenly ducked her head lower.
Luo Jingfeng tensed, grabbing her hair and yanking her back up.
Lu Zhu let out a yelp, "Ahhh… husband, don’t pull my hair… that’s my weakness!"
Luo Jingfeng flipped her over, pinning her down as he gritted his teeth. "What the hell are you doing?"
Her eyes misty, Lu Zhu whispered meekly, "Husband always prefers the concubines’ chambers… I just wanted to learn how to make you happy."
Luo Jingfeng froze, then flushed crimson as he scolded her, "What nonsense are you thinking? Focus on being the proper lady of the house!"
Lu Zhu pouted, "But I want to be with you more… If only concubines get your attention, then demote me! I just want to be the closest to you."
Luo Jingfeng was practically seething.
The status of a wife was far above that of a concubine, yet she made it sound worthless—even asking to be demoted! What utter nonsense!
"You foolish woman!" Luo Jingfeng bit down hard on her shoulder, ignoring her pleas for mercy.
Lu Zhu cried out, "Husband, husband, I was wrong! Stop biting me—ah! It hurts, it really hurts! If you keep this up, I’ll bite back! I swear I will!"
While others’ intimate moments were filled with tenderness, the two of them were always in chaos—either roughhousing or childishly biting each other, turning their marital duties into a battlefield.
The next morning, Luo Jingfeng woke to find an arm slung across his chest and instantly felt another surge of irritation. No wonder he’d had nightmares all night.
This… this infuriating woman!
Annoyed, he got out of bed and stormed off to the military camp at dawn. He couldn’t stand staying in that house any longer—every day was unbearable, especially when he saw Lu Zhu.
That look of undisguised adoration in her eyes? All an act.
Just thinking about it made him furious.
Absolutely livid.
"Jingfeng, you’re here! General Qi mentioned unusual movements at the border—we need to mobilize troops against You Country. Will you go?"
Without hesitation, Luo Jingfeng answered, "I’ll go!"
The sixteen-year-old youth set off resolutely for the battlefield, determined to achieve glory and rise through the ranks. The higher he climbed, the safer his younger sister Luo Shu would be in the palace.
The war lasted two years.
And it cemented the Luo family’s standing.
Luo Jingfeng, a young hero, distinguished himself repeatedly on the frontlines, earning the title of General Luo. He gained the trust of the supreme commander, eventually surpassing even General Qi in influence.
When the commander fell in battle, Luo Jingfeng took command of the army and led them to victory.
Upon his return, he was adorned with countless military honors, commanding hundreds of thousands of troops as the renowned General Luo.
On the day the army marched back into the capital, Luo Jingfeng led his soldiers to surround the Wen estate.
The aura of slaughter clung to the general who had returned from war—just a glance at him sent chills down the spine.
Wen Qi, the Minister of Agriculture, trembled in fear as he faced the courtyard full of armed soldiers. "Wh-what are you doing? I’m a court official, a third-rank minister!"
The soldiers parted, and Luo Jingfeng rode in on horseback, looking down at Wen Qi with disdain. "Old man, did you think I’d forgotten what happened just because I never came for you all these years?"
Wen Qi paled—of course he remembered.
It was his memorial to the throne that had condemned the late Prince of Southern Pacification, leading to Luo Shu being sent to the palace and severing ties between their families.
Trembling, Wen Qi stammered, "Luo Jingfeng, you’ve returned with military honors—your first duty is to report to His Majesty! Yet you barge into my home with an army—what is your intention?!"
"My intention?" Luo Jingfeng scoffed. "Seems I haven’t made it obvious enough."
He turned to his subordinate. "General Pang, bring me the eldest daughter of the Wen family."
Knowing his general’s past grievances, General Pang responded with vengeful zeal, "Understood! I’ll drag that treacherous woman here at once!"
Wen Qi shrieked, "No! Luo Jingfeng! It was me who denounced you, not Lingyu! She’s married now—she has nothing to do with you! Why must you pursue her?!"
Luo Jingfeng sneered, "She’s married? And does that mean my sister can leave the palace? Wen Qi, you and your daughter deceived me, schemed against me, and ruined me. Today, I’m settling the score!"
Wen Lingyu was soon captured.
Having married into the Minister's Mansion, she had thrived with her wit and charm. When seized, she had been browsing a jade shop, her lavish attire accentuating her beauty.
Clever, beautiful, and poised—
Every move she made could kill without a trace.
"Jingfeng… you—you’re back?" Wen Lingyu had heard of his rise to power and bitterly regretted her past betrayal.
If not for her actions, she—not that ignorant Lu Zhu—would be the general’s wife now.
General Pang pressed his blade to her throat. "General, shall I cut this treacherous woman to pieces?"
Wen Lingyu’s eyes widened in panic. "Jingfeng! Don’t act rashly—it was all a misunderstanding! I never plotted against you! It was all my father’s doing! I never said a word to him!"
Luo Jingfeng laughed coldly, glancing at the devastated Wen Qi. "Minister Wen, so it was all your idea?"
Wen Qi quickly grasped his daughter’s ploy.
If Luo Jingfeng intended to kill them both, the only way to save her was for him to take the blame alone.
Though it was the most logical choice, being so readily abandoned still filled him with sorrow. Closing his eyes, he admitted, "Yes… it was all my fault. Lingyu knew nothing."
Luo Jingfeng couldn’t help but laugh.
His elder brother had been right—the capital was full of schemers with no bottom line.
After a long, mocking laugh, he finally said, "Fine. I’ll humor you this once. Wen Lingyu, here’s your chance—kill Wen Qi, and I’ll let you walk out alive."
The Wen father and daughter both froze.
Wen Qi roared, "Luo Jingfeng! You’re inciting a daughter to kill her own father—this is against heaven’s will and the law! You’ll die a wretched death!"
General Pang kicked him so hard he spat blood. "You old bastard! Insult the general again, and I’ll carve you into mincemeat!"
As General Pang raised his blade—
Wen Lingyu suddenly screamed, "I’ll do it! I’ll kill him… let me!"
Luo Jingfeng narrowed his eyes, signaling General Pang to step back. He wanted to see just how heartless this woman could be.
Wen Qi struggled backward. "No… you can’t! Lingyu, I’ll die, but not by your hand! He’s lying—Luo Jingfeng won’t spare you either!"
Wen Lingyu approached with tear-filled eyes, sword in hand: "Father, all of this is your fault. You should never have harmed Luo Jingfeng in the first place. He was a kind man who could distinguish right from wrong—he would never have wronged me. May you rest in peace and atone for your sins... Your daughter will burn more paper offerings for you every year..."
