Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 299 The Little Nun 27

"Of course it's your fault!" Ling Yi said without hesitation. "People feel insecure following you. If it's not your fault, then is it mine?"

Oh, it could also be hers.

For example, she appeared too late, making it impossible for this guy to find anyone to marry.

But who in this world would willingly take the blame?

Ling Yi shifted the blame to Xue Zhen without a trace of shame, saying, "So, you have to..."

The man's face grew increasingly dark, and Ling Yi noticed that water was gushing out of the teacup he was holding.

"To adopt a few godsons."

Click.

The cup shattered into several pieces, and Xue Zhen's pent-up anger suddenly turned to ashes. He stammered, "You..."

Ling Yi asked in surprise, "Why is this cup so flimsy?"

Xue Zhenjiang tossed the fragments aside and coughed lightly: "Indeed, I'll have someone repurchase them."

Knowing that she wasn't forcing him to get married, Xue Zhen felt much better.

Master Xu glanced at Xue Zhen, then at Ling Yi, and felt that he might have discovered something.

The young girl had that big, silly guy completely on her heels. At this moment, she had a smile on her lips, but her mind was racing.

Tut tut...

He clicked his tongue inwardly, but remained outwardly calm as he said, "That's a good idea. Let's find some relatives who are related to the general by blood and who are capable, and temporarily adopt them as sons."

Let's hold things steady for now, and everything will be settled once the general has a child.

Xue Zhen nodded, paused, and said, "Find some people whose relatives are not alive, and those who are young."

Master Xu was taken aback, and his gaze toward Xue Zhen became somewhat suspicious.

This doesn't seem like they're looking for a temporary solution, it's more like...

His eyes unconsciously drifted downwards, and a shard of porcelain was firmly embedded between his two fingers.

Xue Zhen said in a sinister tone, "If you don't want your eyes anymore, just tell me."

Master Xu chuckled awkwardly. "You dare to do something so suggestive, are you afraid of others' suspicions?"

"Finally, become king!"

Just as he was inwardly criticizing the general's petty actions that dared to do things but not to be thought of, Ling Yi uttered two words that left him dumbfounded.

"What...what did you say?" His voice trembled.

He had read history books, so how could he not understand what the word "king" meant?

But he wanted to ask if Ling Yi knew what this meant.

His incredulous voice left Ling Yi speechless: "Of course I know."

Moreover, she was also puzzled.

These big moves, if they're not aimed at becoming kings or emperors, are they just for fun?

"But...but..." Master Xu's mind was in turmoil, and he couldn't say anything for a moment.

He had certainly thought about such a good thing.

When the rebel army was at its zenith and swept across the north with unstoppable momentum, he was full of ambition, thinking that one day the general would become king or emperor, and he would also become a minister who followed the dragon.

But all these aspirations were suppressed in Xue Zhen's heart as he became increasingly despondent and lost, and as the situation of the rebel army worsened day by day.

This old man, whose hair was already snow-white even though he was only fifty years old, was no longer thinking about those glorious things. He just wanted to keep the rebel army going for a while longer so that the king would die later.

Hearing someone bring up his past dream again felt like he'd been hit hard, and he was stunned for a long time.

When he came to his senses, tears were streaming down his face.

Ling Yi couldn't bear it and looked away, turning to the unusually silent Xue Zhen: "You have wronged your subordinates."

His willfulness has buried the dreams of countless people in the past, and will it bury countless lives in the future?

Xue Zhen fell silent, his face revealing little emotion, but he suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to Master Xu: "I have wronged you."

Master Xu felt as if his buttocks had been burned, and he hurriedly jumped up to support Xue Zhen: "General, you mustn't!"

How could he have wronged himself in any way?

If the general hadn't forcibly taken him up the mountain, he probably would have already drawn his knife and fought that damned magistrate to the death!

His whole family will die then, and where will his well-behaved grandchildren be now?

Moreover, he was only a scholar who passed the county-level imperial examination, yet he was able to become the strategist of the rebel army, second only to the leader. How could such trust not move him?

A life-saving grace, a mentorship that recognizes talent—the greatest kindness in life is nothing more than this. What is it to ask him to give his life for it?

Xue Zhen is not a soft person. He is dictatorial, cold-blooded, and willful. He is the kind of person who will go all the way once he has decided on a path, and will not change his ways even when he knows he is wrong.

Even with such a stubborn temper, he felt a pang of guilt when faced with the pitiful old man Xu's face.

"We'll see what happens in the future," he said, before sitting back down and expressing his opinion on the matter.

"can!"

He handed the teacup to Ling Yi with both hands, his voice deep and resonant: "I agree with all your opinions. I'll have to trouble you with the rest."

Lingyi took a sip of tea and said, "General, aren't you afraid that I'll secretly sabotage you, undermine your authority, and ruin all your years of hard work?"

Upon hearing this, Xue Zhen smiled, a rare occurrence for him: "You are welcome to give it a try. If you succeed, how about I become your subordinate?"

Ling Yi lowered her eyelids and said quietly, "Once they've taken away all the power, who would leave such a threat in the world?"

She made a slight dart across her neck, reminding Xue Zhen of the scene where she held a knife to her own throat: "Of course, it's about eliminating the root of the problem!"

"I do not believe."

He responded to this offensive question with unwavering certainty.

He didn't believe Ling Yi would hurt him, not even when the knife was held to his neck.

To be honest, I might feel bad for Master Xu, but he trusted this woman who appeared out of nowhere far more than Master Xu trusted him.

The moment he saw her, an inexplicable trust filled his heart, causing his body to make a choice before his mind could.

He gave her a warhorse, listened to her, and didn't get angry when she offended him.

Xue Zhen didn't know why, but he was willing to trust his intuition.

His intuition had never been wrong, but if it was wrong this time...

That would be wrong.

Thinking about it carefully, dying at her hands doesn't seem so unacceptable.

He just hoped she wouldn't kill him with a knife; he figured he could just strangle her with his bare hands.

Xue Zhen's eyes unconsciously swept towards Ling Yi's hand, thinking to himself that he would definitely not resist when the time came.

"That's enough, stop daydreaming." Ling Yi slammed her teacup on the table and spoke expressionlessly.

Some people, don't think that just because you have a blank face, I don't know what dirty things you're thinking.

You can't hide the light in your eyes, you know that?

Do you know that you've become so deranged from killing so many people that your sexual fetishes have become abnormal?