Time Travel: The Heroine Has Arrived!
Chapter 382 - Chapter 382 Chapter 382 Cross-Dressed Female General VS

Chapter 382: Chapter 382 Cross-Dressed Female General VS Stunning Vixen (Part Four) Chapter 382: Chapter 382 Cross-Dressed Female General VS Stunning Vixen (Part Four) He looked over from his palanquin, the young general dressed in silver-white armor standing amidst light and shadow. A blood-red cloak added a touch of sternness to his delicate features, rare in their refinement.

This General Fu, renowned for his military achievements in the Heavenly Fate Dynasty, was not as tall and burly as he had imagined. Even from a man’s perspective, he appeared somewhat slender and frail.

The curtain fell, and the vision of the young general was lost from sight.

Jiang Huan couldn’t help but feel a wave of disappointment. His thoughts wandered uncontrollably… If General Fu changed his attire and walked among the crowd, wouldn’t he be mistaken for a pampered young master from a wealthy family?

Prince Rong entered the Imperial Palace to see His Majesty.

The Emperor, who had passed the age of knowing his destiny, was very tolerant of his brother who was two cycles younger. He personally stood to help Jiang Huan rise.

The two engaged in casual conversation when Jiang Huan suddenly mentioned Gu Shengyin.

“Your humble brother, upon entering the palace, saw General Fu.”

The Emperor had always thought highly of Fu Yunzhen. Interested by the mention, he asked, “Is it Shian’s first time seeing Yunzhen? What do you think?”

Shian was Prince Rong Jiang Huan’s courtesy name, given to him by the late Empress Dowager herself.

Jiang Huan smiled as he spoke, “Your humble brother just glanced briefly, but I felt that General Fu was like a jade tree before its courtyard, possessing an elegant beauty. If not for the battle robe he wore, he would hardly seem like a general weathered by the Blood Battle, but rather like a noble scion among rich citizens.”

The Emperor laughed heartily, “Shian, never say such things to Yunzhen’s face, he really detests it when people comment on his looks.”

Jiang Huan continued to smile, “One’s appearance is a gift from their parents. In my opinion, beauty is something that brings joy to people’s hearts. General Fu is indeed blessed with it.”

The Emperor rolled his eyes helplessly, “You, having cultivated in the monastery for so many years, even your speech carries a hint of a monk’s demeanor.”

Jiang Huan simply smiled, saying nothing.

After Gu Shengyin left the Imperial Palace, she returned to the Fu Family mansion.

Without even changing her robe, she went straight to visit her father–the now retired Old General Fu.

“Daughter pays respect to Father,” Gu Shengyin said, her demeanor solemn as she performed the ritual greeting with exacting precision.

Old General Fu watched his expressionless daughter in silence for a long time before finally speaking, “Rise.”

The hands that had stretched out from within his sleeves subtly retracted.

After Gu Shengyin stood up, she quietly took her place to one side, as both father and daughter stood opposite each other in silence.

After an uncomfortable pause that seemed to stretch on, Gu Shengyin finally spoke up, “May I ask if Father has any instructions for me? If not, your daughter shall take her leave.”

Old General Fu tried to mask his dejection as he faced his daughter, who treated him with such official formality: This child, she must have truly given up on him.

Seeing that he did not respond, Gu Shengyin took it as assent, bowed towards her father, and walked towards the door.

It wasn’t until Gu Shengyin had left that Old General Fu turned to the old butler who had been standing quietly to the side and spoke, “Chang Fu, do you think she hates me?”

The old butler remained silent, “General, you worry too much.” He had seen the relationship between the father and daughter over the years as the family’s only informed servant.

Sometimes even he felt that the General was somewhat harsh on the young lady. But as a mere servant, what say could he have in the matters of his masters?