Chapter 102 A Good Person Card

Keeping the Sword Saint around and continuing to treat him with courtesy was for a hope. After all, he was once a terrifying existence who opened a realm and ascended to the Second Grade. A man who could create miracles should be very familiar with miracles, right?

Even if it really didn't work out, supporting him wouldn't be a big problem.

Moreover, to be honest, the expense of supporting a Sword Saint was much less than supporting himself.

After coming to this world, as a former manga artist, Zheng Fan felt like many people were like protagonists in a manga.

They all seemed to have lives with cheat codes.

As for himself, he wouldn't have made it to where he was today without the support of the seven Demon Kings.

And the law that there would inevitably be accidents every time he charged forward,

made General Zheng realize the reality that he wasn't some "chosen one."

In fact, most of those who achieved great things in history were very good at enduring, like Sima Yi.

General Zheng really thought about working hard to exercise and regularly nourish his body. If he couldn't overthrow the three great mountains pressing down on him,

then he would outlive them!

"Don't think about other things. By the way, before long, the people in Shengle City will probably all migrate here. We'll have housing and jobs assigned to them. That one will come too, so don't worry."

That woman would definitely come. She was a woman, after all, and for the sake of her child and her livelihood, she would definitely come.

"I'm already a useless person, why delay her?"

"Well, this is where your discernment will be tested."

Out of a professional instinct from his previous life, Zheng Fan thought this kind of plot, although cliché, was good to watch.

"What's the point of testing her with a useless person like me? It'll either be hard on me or hard on her. Her life is already not easy."

"You really are a good person."

Zheng Fan sighed and issued a good person card to the Sword Saint.

"It's not worth mentioning. I'm just atoning for my own actions."

"Don't be so negative. At least, the Sword Servant is still waiting for you to continue tutoring her. Twenty years from now, it would be a wonderful story if another female Sword Saint appeared in this world."

"Then don't you know that after she completes her cultivation, the first person she'll want to kill is you?"

The second Sword of Qian, who was also the Sword Servant's master, was shot to death by General Zheng's orders.

"Isn't it still early before she grows up?"

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Your younger brother also died at my hands, but aren't I still here talking to you?"

The Sword Saint narrowed his eyes,

and said,

"True."

"Let's leave the future to the future. You, don't think too much and take good care of your health."

Zheng Fan left the house, walked outside, and stretched.

He didn't really like the feeling of being arranged, where someone else's words could determine his fate.

This feeling of not being able to control one's own life was really bad.

But it was undeniable that the Jingnan Marquis's last sentence had moved him.

If he could gain a foothold in Xuehai Pass and build it into his own fiefdom,

telling the wild men in the snowfields the story of *Uncle Tom's Cabin,*

and at the same time either striking at or allying with the Chu Kingdom,

to a certain extent, he would have a chance to develop into a force similar to the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion in the past.

Tian Wujing said that the place was dangerous, meaning that it could be used as a stronghold to resist the imperial court.

If things really came to a head,

he could just let the wild men into the pass again,

or bring in the Chu people from the south,

Zheng Fan really didn't want to do that,

but if he was really pushed to the edge,

he wasn't Li Liangting, nor was he Tian Wujing,

if worse came to worst, he'd flip the table,

come on,

let's hurt each other!

"Huff..."

Taking a long breath,

General Zheng immediately adjusted his mindset and was instantly full of energy for the future and the career he needed to strive for!

When Zheng Fan came out, he learned that A Ming had already led more than twenty riders out of the city to Shengle.

Of course, Zheng Fan wouldn't be touched by A Ming's proactive work; he knew that A Ming was greedy for the privately stored fine wine in Shengle City and didn't want to delay even for a moment.

In fact,

there was one more thing,

but A Ming didn't say,

and no one else knew,

that the little young woman who had been arranged in General Zheng's mansion,

who had been made up and washed clean, was actually arranged by A Ming.

If he didn't slip away now, was he going to stay and settle accounts tonight?

After all, he was a proud vampire who insisted on moving his fingers to cater to his master, but messed it up, so he naturally had to go out and avoid the limelight first.

Outside the city, Liang Cheng was busy. Since he had accompanied Tian Wujing for a meal and chatted with him, he was too lazy to visit again.

Because Zheng Fan knew that Tian Wujing wasn't the kind of person who liked to emphasize appearances and formalities.

Then Zheng Fan suddenly realized that he had encountered a very embarrassing thing,

which was that he currently,

had nothing to do.

Although he was used to this kind of wasteful life of eating and waiting to die, relying on the Demon Kings for everything,

he would suddenly feel a little empty.

General Zheng returned to his mansion. When he felt empty, he liked to sleep, which was the best way to deal with emptiness.

As a result, when he returned to the mansion, Zheng Fan suddenly found that the young woman was holding her child and sitting in the hall. This time, he recognized her.

"My lord, you're back."

"You..."

Zheng Fan walked into the hall and sat down in a chair.

The woman placed the child on the chair next to her, then knelt at Zheng Fan's feet and helped him take off his boots.

Zheng Fan didn't refuse.

"My lord, the water is ready. This servant will serve you to wash your feet."

Zheng Fan nodded.

Shortly after,

the woman brought a wooden basin, tested the water temperature with her own hand, and then carefully placed Zheng Fan's feet into the basin and began to scrub them carefully.

Zheng Fan pretended to lean forward, reaching out to lift the woman's chin and make her look up;

but before he could even make the preparatory movement, the woman raised her head on her own.

There was a mole at the corner of the woman's mouth, which made her even more charming and mature.

"Thank you for your hard work,"

Zheng Fan said.

"I am grateful for the lord's rescue, which saved my daughter and me. This servant has no way to repay you, but whatever the lord needs, this servant will do without reservation."

Generally, in martial arts novels,

if you save a woman,

if you're ugly, then she'll say she'll be a cow or a horse in her next life to repay your kindness, young hero!

If you're handsome, then she'll say that she's willing to offer herself in marriage.

Of course,

this elder sister,

she wasn't a female knight-errant, and she didn't have much choice.

Not to mention during the wild men's attack on the city, even if the war was over, it would be extremely difficult for her, a widowed woman with a child, to survive with her child.

And in this era, there wasn't so much pretense.

People became pretentious when they had enough food and clothing.

When survival became a problem, everyone would only choose to be pragmatic.

"You're too kind. I... I have a wife."

General Zheng said.

The woman was slightly stunned.

If these words were said in later generations, it would mean that he had a wife, and they could only fool around, or she could be his mistress!

But here, in this era where it was normal for men to have three wives and four concubines, it meant—this lord is henpecked!

The woman smiled.

She never expected that

General Zheng, who could do such great things and command so many soldiers,

would actually be henpecked.

Zheng Fan's heart was suddenly stirred.

There were quite a few people who could control themselves in the face of beauty, but those who could control their hearts were truly rare.

Unless they were like A Ming and Liang Cheng,

but they were cold-blooded animals!

And when this woman washed his feet, she would also scratch him a little.

"This servant does not expect or dare to expect any status. I only ask for an opportunity to repay the general's life-saving grace."

Speaking from the bottom of his heart,

was Si Niang a tigress?

In fact, Si Niang had always urged Zheng Fan to take in those young women she had personally trained, but Zheng Fan had always been unmoved.

On the one hand, General Zheng really wasn't interested in lolis or anything like that;

on the other hand, as General Zheng, who had once written a sequel to the manga *Feng Si Niang*, he also clearly knew Si Niang's persona. She liked to punish unfaithful men for the women she met, so would things change in herself?

Possibly...

But General Zheng didn't dare to gamble.

He had once been foolish enough to wholeheartedly design Si Niang's methods of torturing unfaithful men,

but now he felt like he had sludge in his brain back then.

"By the way, you still have milk, right?"

Zheng Fan asked.

The woman was stunned for a moment,

turned her head and looked outside the hall, seeing that the gate of the residence was closed.

After hesitating slightly, she began to undress.

"Put it back on,"

Zheng Fan said with a slightly heavy breath.

The woman stopped her movements.

"I don't like to say my words a second time."

The woman put on her clothes.

"I have a child too, who is still young. After he comes in a while, you can be his wet nurse."

"Thank you, my lord. Your great kindness and virtue, this servant will remember in my heart."

The woman knelt down to Zheng Fan and kowtowed.

She knew that this was the meaning of taking her in.

In this chaotic world, being able to get a place to live was enough to make her grateful to tears.

"Get up. By the way, I haven't asked yet, what's your name?"

"This servant's given name is Yinyue, my husband's family name is Hou, and my family name is Ke. The lord can call this servant Keshi."

"..." Zheng Fan.

...

Outside Xuehai Pass, the Yan army's military operations were still coming to an end, and groups of wild men prisoners were being tied up and handed over to the Shengle army.

Inside the newly built commander's tent,

the Jingnan Marquis was sitting alone,

and in his hand,

he was clutching a red bib.

If you looked closely, you could see that the stitches on the bib were very rough, and the tiger embroidered on it was really a bit too tiger-headed.

The Jingnan Marquis just sat there, motionless.

The guards outside had been instructed in advance to stop some of the generals who wanted to report things and let them make their own decisions.

The great battle was over, and there was nothing important anyway.

Looking at the bib in his hand,

the Jingnan Marquis's calm gaze revealed a trace of reminiscence.

"Very healthy..."

"Very strong..."

"Very active..."

"And, very mischievous..."

The Marquis murmured to himself,

the corners of his mouth slowly began to show a hint of a smile, as if he was laughing;

but in the depths of his eyes,

they were gradually turning red.