Meng Chuyue casually asked Dongfang Yanfeng a few questions, then suddenly asked, "Would you accept if just anyone invited you like this?"
Dongfang Yanfeng smiled mildly and said warmly, "Of course not. I wouldn't accept this invite, nor would I allow him to help fix my car. The reason I agreed to Yihan is that I have a dream every year.
In the dream, I am a general from a dynasty that never existed in history, always tasked with guarding the border. Yihan was the Sixth Princess at the time. In her fifteenth year, the Emperor arranged our marriage. On the day of our grand wedding, I believed slanders and thought she was arrogant, frivolous, and headstrong. I didn't enter the bridal chamber. The next morning, I heard the border was in crisis and left without seeing her.
Half a year later, a young and beautiful military doctor named Xiao Liu came to my camp. Not only was he skilled in medicine, but his martial prowess and strategies were outstanding as well. We got along very well.
