Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

It was a month later when they arrived in Yingzhou.

Chu Zhuo put away the hand warmer cloth that Yan Jiheng had given him, since he no longer needed it.

On the day he entered Yingzhou Prefecture, the governor of Yingzhou opened the city gates wide.

The governor, who was forty-two years old and whose hair was half white, knelt down to greet the young general who had come to provide support: "This humble official pays his respects to General Chi."

Chu Zhuo swept his long legs and nimbly dismounted. He took a few steps forward and helped the governor of Yingzhou to his feet: "Lord Fang, please rise. There is no time to lose. Quickly find a study and please inform me in detail of the Xiongnu's movements over the past month."

Lord Fang did not delay any longer and led the young general to the study.

Yingzhou is not a large area, and Chu Zhuo had previously sent a team to protect that town.

After Lord Fang finished explaining the Xiongnu's movements, Chu Zhuo drew a line on the map: "Break off here. The steppe people are difficult to deal with, but also easy to deal with..."

While Chu Zhuo was busy, Yan Jiheng, who was far away in the capital, did not lag behind.

Half a month after the army set off, the powerful families united and launched a fierce demonstration, attempting to force the emperor to relinquish some power to them.

Their strong relationship, which had lasted for centuries, was forged by a single-minded determination. Unfortunately, His Majesty was not a benevolent ruler, and the powerful families had not yet grasped the situation... No, perhaps it was precisely because they had grasped it that they were considering a desperate gamble.

Nowadays, there are more and more officials from humble backgrounds in the imperial court. They are promoted by the emperor and are truly loyal to His Majesty.

The outcome was predictable: after a six-month back-and-forth struggle, the counterattack failed.

Pan Qimin clutched the bloody hole in his abdomen, looking utterly dejected. His eyes were unfocused, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the emperor was covered in blood.

The red stains seeping through his dark robes made him look like a demon crawling out of the underworld.

"...Even with the combined strength of my family, we've lost."

Pan Qimin died with his eyes wide open in dismay.

Having dealt with the remaining threats and wiped out the remaining traitors, Yan Jiheng raised his hand, wiped the blood from his chin, and said casually, "Gentlemen, farewell."

The guards quickly cleaned up any traces on the palace path.

After bathing, Yan Jiheng picked up his pen to write a letter to Chu Zhuo. He paused briefly at the end and added a sentence—

Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching. Last year at this time, I cherished it like a treasure, but this year the treasure is not by my side, and I can't sleep.

Last night I dreamt of you kissing me, and I didn't want to wake up.

After finishing writing, Yan Jiheng tied the letter to the leg of a carrier pigeon. The pigeon circled the palace once and then flew away.

The reply came later than expected, and from a distance, I could see an object hanging from the carrier pigeon's leg.

As they drew closer, they saw that it was a crystal-clear jade pendant. Yan Jiheng caught the carrier pigeon, untied the pendant, held it in his hand, and then took off the envelope.

The jade pendant shows obvious signs of having been worn.

Yan Jiheng seemed to understand something, opened the envelope, and the first sentence he saw was: I miss you too.

Yan Jiheng touched the four characters with his fingertips, full of tenderness, and continued to read them.

Half of his conversation consisted of rambling words as the young man shared interesting stories from his life. The jade pendant was something he often wore, and it had long been imbued with his aura, serving as a memento for His Majesty.

Yan Jiheng felt as if his heart was being soaked in a warm pool, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips as he carefully placed the boy's envelope into the cabinet.

Several more envelopes were stacked neatly together next to it.

As for how the carrier pigeon managed to fly several miles carrying the jade pendant, 001 expressed its indignation, saying that even a dog wouldn't do such a thing again. Why should a mere villain make its host so far away still worry about it...?

Upon returning to Yingzhou, 001 burst into tears: "Host, I missed you so much! It's been so many days! Did you miss 001?"

Chu Zhu praised it: "I thought it would arrive safely, 001 is super awesome."

001 flew onto Chu Zhuo's weapon: [Hehe, should 001 make an appearance again?]

When Chu Zhuo first attacked the Xiongnu in Yingzhou, he rode 001. The two groups of people on the Xiongnu border had long heard the legend of the young general taming the divine bird. Now, witnessing it with their own eyes proved its authenticity. The morale of the Yan soldiers soared, while that of the Xiongnu was the opposite.

The grassland tribes raise strong and vigorous horses, but their faith is in the eagles in the sky.

The eagle symbolizes power and freedom, and they regard it as a tribal totem, holding it in the highest esteem.

Chu Zhuo casually tossed the red-tasseled spear around, playing with it for a while: [It's not time yet. 001 needs to step in when necessary to play a more powerful role.]

Undeterred by the rejection, 001 stood at the tip of the red-tasseled spear, watching the troop training below the city wall with its host.

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Nearly a year after the army set out on its expedition, good news came from the border: the young general had killed the Xiongnu king, and the grassland tribes had retreated several miles.

The Laba Festival had just passed in the capital, and Yan Jiheng went to the Chi residence and ate a bowl of Laba porridge.

Now that His Majesty has taken all the power of the court into his own hands, General Chi watched His Majesty leave, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

The worries of the past can now be buried deep in our hearts.

Several months later, the young general conquered the Xiongnu territory.

The newly appointed Xiongnu king was more decisive and ruthless than his brother, and his methods were even more cruel; he didn't value the lives of his warriors at all.

It was probably the faith of the grasslands that protected him; even so, those people still supported him.

Chu Zhuo summoned 001 to appear, pointing a gun at the new king: "Surrender, or fight, the choice is yours."

The new king gripped the spearhead tightly, deliberately threw himself against it, and committed suicide.

The Xiongnu throne changed hands three times, and the Xiongnu, which had lasted for a century, was gradually heading towards its end.

As winter approached, Yan Jiheng quietly left the palace and arrived at the young general's residence that night.

Chu Zhuo was exhausted these past few days and slept soundly. In addition, he was surrounded by a familiar scent and was completely unaware of someone's arrival.

When I woke up in the morning, I found someone lying in my bed.

The man had obvious dark circles under his eyes and was fast asleep, presumably having rushed here without stopping for even a moment.

Chu Zhuo didn't want to wake him, so she threw off the covers and got out of bed.

A black horse was tethered beside the stable, snores loudly in the shed, and remnants of hay could be vaguely seen in the trough, with only a few tiny grass leaves the size of a fingertip remaining.

Chu Zhuo added some fine hay to its trough. Just as he stood up, he was pulled backward by a force and bumped into a broad chest.

"Where did you go?" The man's voice was hoarse and sleepy, as if mixed with sand, clearly still not fully awake.

After his arms were empty, Yan Jiheng, who hadn't slept for long, woke up in a daze and unconsciously followed the trail.

Chu Zhuo did not struggle and was half-carried back to the room by him. It wasn't until the afternoon that Yan Jiheng finally got enough sleep. He got up, ate some food, and took a quick shower. He then asked the servants and learned that Chu Zhuo was in the council hall.

Many of the border soldiers had never seen the emperor before, and those they knew were not around. The emperor's departure from the capital was a major event, and Yan Jiheng had no intention of revealing his identity. He walked silently to Chu Zhuo's side.

The soldier in charge paused, then asked, "General, who is this gentleman?"

Chu Zhuo said, "My lover, please continue."

Commander: "..."

What the hell is he supposed to say?

Yan Jiheng gave him a deep look with his dark eyes, and the soldier trembled and unconsciously continued speaking.

After the discussion, the subordinates dispersed, and Yan Jiheng pulled him into his arms, gently calling his name: "Zhuobao."

"Is Your Majesty still sleepy?" Chu Zhuo hugged his waist and rubbed her face against his neck.

Yan Jiheng lowered his head and gently kissed Chu Zhuo's forehead: "I'm not sleepy anymore. Has Zhuo Bao had dinner? I'll have some with you."