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

After asking several vendors, their answers were largely the same as what the old man had said, so Chu Zhuo took advantage of the darkness to leave the city.

Back at the encampment, he summoned his deputy and discussed the precautions for the battle. Chu Zhuo had only one thought in his mind: the grassland tribes were doomed.

By the time Yan Jiheng arrived, Linzhou City had already fallen.

The people had a strong sense of belonging to the Yan Dynasty, and with their help from within and without, no matter how the governor of Linzhou rebelled, he could not turn the tide and ultimately died under a hail of blades.

Yan Jiheng gazed into the distance at the young general riding a warhorse at the city gate. His once fair face was now covered in dust, yet he exuded a heroic aura, and the people in the city cheered for him.

The man just stood there quietly.

Chu Zhuo seemed to sense something, pulled on the reins, turned the horse around, and glanced back.

Yan Jiheng met his gaze.

With the overall situation settled, Chu Zhuo rode off on horseback.

They covered less than a mile, arriving almost instantly. Chu Zhuo dismounted, his armor jingling, and lunged at the man: "Yan Jiheng."

Yan Jiheng hugged him back: "I'm here."

The embrace of their long-awaited reunion evoked their tender feelings for each other. In public, Yan Jiheng still maintained his composure and restrained himself from letting Chu Zhuo go.

"I'm late. I was dealing with some miscellaneous matters in the capital, and I couldn't spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with you in time." Yan Jiheng took out a handkerchief to wipe the boy's dusty face.

Chu Zhuo didn't answer, but obediently propped her chin up and didn't move: "Yan Jiheng, I miss you."

"I miss you too." Yan Jiheng's dark eyes were filled with tenderness.

The city gate ahead was waiting to welcome the young general who had saved them from their predicament. Yan Jiheng did not interrupt his plan, and said gently, "Zhuobao, go into the city. The people are waiting for you."

Chu Zhuo took the reins and mounted his horse, his eyes gleaming with unbridled arrogance: "Yan Jiheng will also wait for me to return."

He immediately spurred his horse and galloped away, the clattering sound fading into the distance.

The people of Linzhou knelt down to welcome them, weeping with gratitude. Their lost homeland had returned, and the Great Yan had not abandoned them. Some even brought food to express their thanks.

Chu Zhuo raised his voice and said, "Please rise, everyone. We still need to recuperate after the battle. We must work together to restore Linzhou to its former glory."

The soldiers dispersed the crowd, and everyone returned home as if reborn. Chu Zhuo dismounted and walked up to an old man who had not left, his eyes shining brightly: "Uncle, look, Linzhou is back."

The old man carefully examined the man for a moment, recognizing him as the person who had eaten a bowl of wontons at his stall that day. But this time, he exclaimed in surprise at a different address: "Are you General Chi?"

"He's also a young master who ate your wontons." Chu Zhuo took out a few silver notes and handed them to the old man. "Uncle, your wontons are delicious."

The old man instinctively wiped his hands, took the money, saw it was a silver note, and immediately returned it: "This is yours, General, I cannot accept it."

Chu Zhuo cupped his fingers and buried the silver note back in the old man's chapped palm: "You are not a villain, but the father of soldiers who sacrificed themselves for the country. The Yan Dynasty has never abandoned you."

The old man froze, his kind face etched with the wrinkles of time. He choked back tears and said, "There are still people who remember my son, there are still people who remember my son."

Chu Zhuo smiled faintly: "Uncle, go home quickly. The streets still need repairs. Come out to do business again in a few days."

The old man said emotionally, "General Chi, the people of Linzhou will always remember you."

She then covered her face and left, tears streaming down her face.

Chu Zhuo raised his hand, and the soldiers behind him stepped forward to obey his orders.

"Arrange a team to repair the damaged parts throughout Linzhou. The rest of you can rest for the night and set off tomorrow to pursue our victory."

The soldier clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Yes, General."

After everything was arranged, Chu Zhu went to find Yan Jiheng.

The young and handsome emperor sat upright in the tent, gazing at them with affectionate eyes.

Chu Zhuo nestled into his arms, and the two enjoyed a moment of tenderness together.

*

The betrayal of the governor of Linzhou squandered the last of the Xiongnu's strength, and in the following two years, the already weakened Xiongnu suffered a series of defeats.

The war with the Xiongnu lasted for eight years. On the day it ended, an urgent report was sent back to the capital, and cheers resounded from the border.

The soldiers were overjoyed, and the people excitedly offered them food and drink, marking the end of the era in which the Xiongnu ruled the grasslands.

"General Chi, why aren't you eating? Is the food prepared by the cook not good?" a subordinate asked hesitantly.

Chu Zhuo picked up a leg of lamb and started gnawing on it: "It's delicious! I'm so happy. The soldiers haven't laughed so easily in a long time."

The subordinate also picked up a leg of lamb and chewed on it: "General, tell me, why do the sheep from the grasslands taste better than those raised in our Yan Dynasty?"

A colleague next to him patted his head: "Even food can't shut you up."

Chu Zhuo took a sip of salty milk tea and laughed at them.

Ten days later, an urgent report arrived by fast horse.

When the Yan Dynasty received news of the victory at the border, the emperor personally read the letter aloud in the court. The court officials exclaimed that General Chi was brave and mighty, and that His Majesty would live a long and prosperous life.

Yan Jiheng immediately drafted an imperial edict granting a general amnesty to the entire realm.

After court, Yan Jiheng went to the General's Mansion, where he was received by General Chi: "Your Majesty, this old minister has only this one grandson. I hope Your Majesty will cherish him and not let Xiao Zhuo down."

Yan Jiheng knew that General Chi had completely accepted him.

For eight years, the emperor's harem remained empty. When the powerful families were still around, no one questioned it. Now that the Yan Dynasty was entirely in the emperor's hands, no one in the Chi family doubted a person's true feelings, especially the true feelings of the person in the highest position.

The following day, Yan Jiheng rode his horse to the border.

In the past two years, the Xiongnu have lost their power, and they have met more frequently than in the previous five or six years. But this does not stop Yan Jiheng from wanting to hug the young man who has moved his heart countless times.

The Yan Kingdom also needs to welcome its emperor and empress; the wedding should not be delayed.

The prisoners released from jail looked up in a daze. The blazing sun was overhead, and the dazzling sunlight seemed to melt them.

I couldn't help but recall what the jailers had told them: the reason the emperor granted a general amnesty was... that the Xiongnu had been defeated?

I still remember when he went in, Bingzhou and Xuanzhou had just been thrown out of the hands of the late emperor. Now, several years have passed?

Have the Xiongnu, who had been rampant for hundreds of years, finally submitted?

It feels so unreal.

He wasn't the only one with this thought; many people selected for the general amnesty found that their lives changed after they were released.

"My friend, do you remember the reason the jailer gave you when he released you?"

"It's about subduing the Xiongnu, right? Hundreds of years ago, the Xiongnu were a scourge on the grasslands, repeatedly invading the borders of our Great Yan. Who is this General Chi? Is he the son of the old General Chi? Is he that capable?"

Hearing this, passersby said disdainfully, "He's General Chi's grandson. General Chi died more than ten years ago, and now the rank of general is held by his grandson, General Chi the Younger."

"Judging by your clothes...did you just get out of jail?"

"You're among those who were pardoned? No wonder, you've come at a good time. We have to thank our Great Yan War God, General Chi."

The man was completely confused by their constant switching between "General Chi" and "Little General Chi."

"General Chi is General Chi, why call him Little General Chi?"

The scholar glanced at him speechlessly: "General Chi was only seventeen years old when he recaptured the cities of Bingzhou and Xuanzhou. I don't need to explain the importance of these two cities, do I? The late emperor's incompetence and pursuit of immortality began with the cession of these two cities."

"General Xiao Chi is only twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. He is in the prime of his life and has recovered the Xiongnu. This is a feat that will be recorded in history."

"General Chi deserves to be called the God of War of Great Yan. He became famous early, and took command of troops when he was a teenager. Everyone is used to calling him Little General Chi."