Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 605 - 606 Waiting for Him to Come Back_1

Chapter 605: Chapter 606 Waiting for Him to Come Back_1

"I’ve heard that the northern front has suffered a series of defeats; it’s possible that the fighting could permeate this area soon."

"Oh? Hasn’t the son of the Great Western General been dispatched there already? I heard that even Prince Huai has gone, and yet they can’t defeat the barbarians from the north?"

"It’s not as easy as you think; the barbarians, each one raised on horseback, are incredibly brave. Unless... no, the War God is no more, there’s no hope for a rebirth. All we can do is hope that the Dajin Dynasty is blessed."

"What if we continue to lose ground? Wouldn’t the oncoming forces penetrate the Capital City?"

"There’s no assurance, but if they attack here, we would have to flee to the south."

"Tch, the south is teeming with people already, how many more can it hold? We’ll starve sooner or later."

"The south has more mountains. Who knows, maybe we can hold our ground? At that point, we’ll live off the mountains, set up camp and forage for food every day."

"You’re quite the dreamer. We city folks, if we’re not eaten by tigers in those mountains, that’ll be good enough."

"Ha ha..."

"..."

Nan Feng and Long San listened silently.

After a while, Nan Feng asked, "The fearless general they spoke of, is he the one from the general’s residence we passed earlier today?"

"That should be him," Long San replied, looking thoughtfully at Nan Feng.

"How did the general die?"

"The rumor goes..." Long San lowered his voice, "it was because of Qin Kun."

"Why would Qin Kun want to kill a general who could win battles? Did the general defy him?"

"He somehow offended Qin Kun. I’m not entirely sure of the details, but it seems like all the people in the Capital City support him. Otherwise, Qin Kun wouldn’t have had to retreat to the Fucheng area to build his palace."

Nan Feng sighed deeply, reminded of Yue Fei, the loyal patriot, who was also killed by a treacherous official named Qin.

She asked Long San another question: "So, the emperor in the palace, is he a dimwit and incapable?"

"I’ve never seen the emperor," Long San smiled, before replying to Nan Feng, "I’ve heard that he ascended to the throne at the age of ten and knew practically nothing. Even if he did, he would still be ineffectual under such manipulation."

Nan Feng suddenly had a thought, "If Qin Kun is building a palace in Fucheng, does it mean he anticipates a defeat in the northern battle? In the event that the barbarians break through and the Capital City falls, wouldn’t he then rise to power in the south?"

Long San laughed, "You really do overthink things. For all we know, Qin Kun might just simply want to ascend the throne."

Nan Feng sipped her tea, "I hope an end comes soon to the fighting in the north, otherwise... we may all become slaves."

"..."

Because of Long San’s physical condition, Nan Feng ventured outside alone in the Capital City for the next two days. She strolled aimlessly, sometimes listening to gossip, sometimes visiting food stalls for some dim sum. She had once fantasised that she could stumble upon Ye Ge in the Capital City, but she had clearly been thinking too much.

This was the Capital City, a vast sea of people, not their tiny Clear Water Town. How could finding him be easy?

She suddenly felt a pang of panic. In this era without mobile phones or email, losing touch with someone was easy.

It’s best to stay put and wait for him to return.

...

After discussing with Long San, Nan Feng decided on the third day to return to Fucheng.