After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband

Chapter 1083 - 1074: The Door Panel

The voice of Prince NanAn was not small, and the soldiers all heard it.The soldiers looked at each other.

Did they hear it wrong?

Prince NanAn just mentioned "again."

Did they really hang up the Heir of Prince Zhenbei before?

Such a significant matter would have been quite sensational.

Before the Heir of Prince Zhenbei married the Heir’s wife, he was heavily poisoned and couldn’t engage in martial arts, so frail that even borrowing a few guts from Prince NanAn wouldn’t dare to hang him and whip him.

This must have happened after he entered the barracks.

Although Prince NanAn and his men are quite informal, the instances of actually hanging people up and whipping them are quite few.

The few times it did happen, everyone remembered...

The soldiers whispered and discussed animatedly.

Eventually, everyone suspected that the Heir of Marquis Changning of Nanliang was Xie Jingchen in disguise.

Although there was an avalanche, it didn’t really cause any incidents, even if it harmed muscles and bones, it wouldn’t take so long to return, considering medical skills, who could compare to Princess Consort Zhenbei?

To explain recuperating outside certainly wouldn’t make sense, disguising into Nanliang would be more plausible.

The grain and grass of Nanliang were inexplicably burned, weren’t they?

Although along with the Heir of Marquis Changning, another man was captured alive that day, but that man was beaten even more severely, and was punished in the military tent before.

Concerning punishment, everyone believed that the Prince wouldn’t bear to whip his own son, and Marquis Dongxiang wouldn’t bear to whip his son-in-law...

Which father-in-law dares to treat the son-in-law so poorly, aren’t they afraid the daughter won’t have good days ahead?

Fathers are even less willing to hit their sons, especially when the son almost had a close call with an avalanche.

As for Xingxing whipping the Heir of Marquis Changning in public, it must have been for show, for someone else to see.

Since it’s a disguise, he definitely had to impersonate someone of significance, and being the nephew of General Shi, the Heir of Marquis Changning was the most suitable.

Especially since General Shi went to join Young Master Zhao, and rumors in the army already said that Young Master Zhao had good relations with Dongxiang Marquis Mansion, and Princess Zhenbei is Princess Hengyang of Nanliang Donglin Prince Mansion.

Yes.

It must be the Young Master disguising as the Heir of Marquis Changning to persuade General Shi to join Young Master Zhao.

These speculations reached Su Jin and Xie Jingchen’s ears.

Xie Jingchen was too tired to even comment.

Xie Jingchen ignored Prince NanAn and his men, took steps into the big tent to pay respects to the Prince and Marquis Dongxiang.

Nanliang had been hanging up the exemption sign for over ten days, there were no military matters needing discussion, and the maps hanging in the tent weren’t of the border, but for attacking Prince Qi.

Once the border matters are resolved, Marquis Dongxiang will lead the Flying Tiger Army to seek revenge against Duke Chong.

The Prince inquired about Zhao Xu’s situation, and Xie Jingchen shared all he knew, the Prince and Marquis Dongxiang exchanged a glance.

Although the identity of the Princess Consort wasn’t publicly acknowledged, rumors flying around, now Zhao Xu has raised an army, and Nanliang hangs up the exemption sign.

The Prince and Marquis Dongxiang felt there was no necessity to continue the war, but couldn’t ensure ministers wouldn’t be suspicious, suspecting they intentionally left Nanliang to Zhao Xu...

Nanliang, this juicy piece, Daqi wants to swallow it, but Beimo would never agree.

If it really comes to war, even if Daqi expands its territory, the people’s homes are destroyed, lives lost, it would take at least five or six years to restore to current conditions, potentially even longer.

Five or six years, who knows what might happen?

The Prince waved his hand, saying, "Return to the camp and rest."

Xie Jingchen’s heart had already left the military tent behind.

In front of the camp, Su Jin was drying medicinal herbs, and Xie Jingchen strode over.

As Su Jin turned, he embraced her.

It’s been so long since they last saw each other, his heart was about to melt.

But the tighter he embraced, the harder Su Jin pushed back; did he not see her big belly, it made her uncomfortable.

Xie Jingchen loosened his arms, and Su Jin touched her belly, glaring at him, "You’re squeezing my stomach."

The soldiers nearby chuckled.

Even with Su Jin’s thick skin, she couldn’t withstand so many people watching, could she?

She turned and entered the camp.

Xie Jingchen followed, and Xingxing shooed people away, "Go, go, go!"

"Stay further away, my girl has a thin skin!"

The soldiers laughed uproariously.

Though the Heir’s wife is a good person, kind-hearted, it doesn’t change the fact she publicly took away the Heir of Prince Zhenbei, does it?

Claiming the Heir’s wife has a thin skin, wouldn’t that mean they have no skin?

The soldiers, "...."

Bah!

Their skin thickness was just right.

Inside the camp, Xie Jingchen hadn’t seen Su Jin for so long, they had endless things to say.

Outside the camp, Xingxing stood with hands on her hips, eyes glaring, not allowing anyone near the camp.

She had a psychological shadow.

When Qin Hanhan came to the border, the soldiers, to listen by the camp, forcibly collapsed the camp.

If the camp collapsed and crushed her lady, what would she do?

Even if her lady was crushed, what if it also harmed the little master?

That would be absolutely unacceptable.

With Xingxing guarding the door, no one could get close.

But there were exceptions, Chu Shun came over, shouting, "Brother, come out quickly."

Xie Jingchen frowned, about to ask what was the matter, Chu Shun said, "An urgent matter."

Su Jin urged Xie Jingchen, "You better go out and take a look."

Xie Jingchen stepped out.

Chu Shun pulled him to the side, whispered a few words in his ear.

Xie Jingchen’s face darkened like the bottom of a pot.

Chu Shun wasn’t talking about anything else, but the military doctor advised him that it wasn’t suitable to engage physically during the first and last three months of pregnancy...

Short separation enhances the newlywed joy.

As a brother, as someone with experience, he feared Xie Jingchen couldn’t control himself, and came over specially to remind him.

Chu Shun patted Xie Jingchen’s shoulder, saying, "Don’t say your brother doesn’t think of you, I’ve already sent over a piece of a door plank."

"Even though the border is dry, but sleeping on the ground is still not good."

Xie Jingchen, "...."

In the distance, two soldiers carried over a door plank, and Chu Shun said, "Rest early, you’re tired."

Finally, someone accompanied him to sleep on the wood.

The gloomy mood instantly became bright.

Xie Jingchen, "...."

Why did he have such a death wish?

After months of suppressed anger, Su Jin hadn’t brought out the basin, yet his own brother had dumped the basin along with the ice on the back of his head.