Chapter 136 He Doesn't Want a Divorce

Chapter 136 He Doesn't Want a Divorce

"We don't know the specifics either."

The young doctor leaned over and added, "He probably feels that if something happened to you right under his nose, he can't escape responsibility."

Jiang Yutang covered her forehead and sighed inwardly. It was because she had a big fight with Cheng Lanzhou and ran out of the tent in a huff that the bandits had an opportunity to take advantage of her.

Ultimately, this was her own fault, and just thinking about it gave me a headache.

The noise inside the tent gradually subsided, and most of the wounded fell into a deep sleep.

Just before dawn, the tent flap was gently lifted, and a gust of cold wind blew in.

Jiang Yutang looked up and saw Jiang Huaiyu, who was still covered in unwashed bloodstains, clearly having just come from the battlefield.

When Jiang Huaiyu saw the splint on her leg, her expression changed drastically. She quickly walked over and squatted down: "What happened to your leg?"

Jiang Yutang, afraid that he would worry, forced a smile and said, "I accidentally fell off the horse. The doctor said I'll be fine after a few months of rest."

Jiang Huaiyu's eyes were full of guilt and heartache: "It's all my fault, I failed to take good care of you."

"It has nothing to do with my third brother; it was my own carelessness."

"That's right!" Jiang Huaiyu suddenly clenched her fist, making a cracking sound. "It's all Cheng Lanzhou's fault! If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have handed you over to him!"

"Well......"

Jiang Yutang hesitated, scratching his cheek, and asked cautiously, "Third Brother, they said... you beat up Cheng Lanzhou?"

Jiang Huaiyu immediately curled her lip, her tone self-righteous: "You were kidnapped right under his nose, so what's wrong with punching him? If the situation hadn't been urgent, I would have punched him twice more!"

“It’s not his fault, it’s my own…” She was about to explain when the tent flap was pulled open again.

Cheng Lanzhou stood at the door, still in his military uniform, his face expressionless, only the dark circles under his eyes revealing his exhaustion, his face ashen and frightening.

The atmosphere in the tent froze instantly. Jiang Huaiyu stood up abruptly and stared at Cheng Lanzhou. The air seemed to be filled with sparks.

Jiang Yutang was afraid the two would fight, and even her knees no longer hurt. She tried to stand up and smooth things over.

"Don't stand up, everyone, sit down and rest."

Jiang Huaiyu, who was standing nearby, immediately helped her up and frowned as she scolded her, "Your leg is like this, and you're still moving around!"

Cheng Lanzhou's gaze fell directly on her legs, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly, and his voice was low: "How badly are you injured?"

This sudden concern startled Jiang Yutang. She pursed her lips and shook her head: "I can still bear it."

Cheng Lanzhou paused for a moment, looked away, turned around and walked towards the two doctors, and asked in a deep voice about the casualties.

The atmosphere inside the tent eased slightly, but upon learning that the death toll had reached 30%, Jiang Yutang's face instantly drained of all color.

She bit her lower lip tightly, her head drooping so low it almost reached her chest, her nails digging deep into her flesh.

If she hadn't been kidnapped by bandits, Cheng Lanzhou wouldn't have divided his troops to rescue her, and perhaps this battle wouldn't have resulted in such heavy casualties.

It was her, she killed these soldiers.

Jiang Huaiyu noticed her unusual behavior and quickly squatted down to comfort her gently: "Little sister, this is not your fault. The bandits had been making moves for a while. Even if you hadn't been kidnapped, they would have started a war sooner or later. Casualties were inevitable."

Jiang Yutang's eyes reddened, tears welling up. She shook her head with difficulty, her voice choked with emotion: "But if it weren't for me..."

There are no "ifs".

Cheng Lanzhou suddenly interrupted her, turning to look at her: "The course of a war is never determined by a single factor. You don't have to take all the responsibility on yourself."

After saying that, he paused and added, "Come to my tent later."

Jiang Yutang thought she was going to be scolded, so she leaned on the wooden table next to her and tried to stand up unsteadily.

Jiang Huaiyu immediately stepped in front of her, glaring at Cheng Lanzhou with displeasure.

"Why should she go to you? She was just kidnapped and is terrified. You're not someone she can entrust her with!"

Cheng Lanzhou seemed to have been holding back for a long time. He took a deep breath, turned around, and looked directly at Jiang Huaiyu. His tone left no room for doubt: "Her leg injury is serious, and she needs a quiet environment to recuperate. Now that she is a married woman, which tent do you think is appropriate for her? Are you suggesting that she squeeze in with a group of soldiers, or live alone in an empty tent?"

These words made Jiang Yutang so embarrassed that she wanted to crawl into a hole.

Jiang Huaiyu wanted to argue, but Jiang Yutang gently grabbed his wrist and shook her head.

Looking at her pale face and injured leg, Jiang Huaiyu knew that Cheng Lanzhou was right. She could only snort coldly in resentment and squat down: "Little sister, I'll carry you across."

Just as Jiang Yutang was about to lean down and climb onto Jiang Huaiyu's back, Cheng Lanzhou suddenly strode forward and, to everyone's astonishment, scooped her up in his arms.

"you......"

Jiang Yutang blushed and hurriedly looked around. The soldiers and doctors in the tent stared wide-eyed, then pretended not to see anything and turned their heads away.

"Put me down, I can walk by myself!" She struggled to push against his chest, but the pain in her knees made her movements weak.

Cheng Lanzhou gently pinched her waist through the thin fabric, the force light but carrying a warning: "Behave yourself."

Jiang Yutang froze instantly, and could only obediently bury her head in his chest, the faint smell of gunpowder and fresh scent of grass lingering around her nose.

Cheng Lanzhou carried her out of the tent, and immediately behind them came Jiang Huaiyu's furious voice.

Jiang Yutang leaned against him, her ears burning, but she secretly gripped the front of his shirt tightly.

The two returned to the tent, and Cheng Lanzhou carefully placed her on the softly padded bed with gentle movements.

He raised his hand to rub his throbbing temples, walked to the wooden chair opposite him, sat down, and after a moment of silence, spoke in a low voice.

"Let's talk."

Jiang Yutang swallowed hard, thinking that Cheng Lanzhou was about to interrogate her. She was already prepared to accept punishment and nervously clenched the bedding beneath her.

What should we talk about?

The expected harsh reprimand did not come. Instead, Cheng Lanzhou let out a heavy sigh, a sigh that contained an indescribable helplessness and a hint of resignation that she could not understand.

She quietly lifted her eyelids and cautiously observed the other person through the gap in her eyelashes.

Cheng Lanzhou opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice slightly hoarse: "What exactly do you think about what's going on between us?"

"What do you mean, what are you thinking?" Jiang Yutang frowned in confusion, completely bewildered.

"Didn't you say before that you would divorce me as soon as we got to Danzhou?" As soon as she said that, an absurd thought suddenly popped into her mind.

Could it be that he no longer wants a divorce?

Cheng Lanzhou looked at her quietly, then suddenly chuckled, leaning back in her chair and tilting her head slightly, a hint of compromise in her eyes.

"Then you accused me in front of so many people?"

Jiang Yutang was completely stunned. She never expected Cheng Lanzhou to ask this, and her cheeks instantly flushed.

Cheng Lanzhou raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice: "You say I'm heartless, cold-blooded, and that I... am no good?"