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And to gain military accomplishments, one must go to war. Yan Zhan himself already had a private army early on, with his troops numbering much more than his father’s Southwest Army. All this time, they were stationed in a camp in the outskirts of Zhi Li. Previously, he formed a small team from the army and dispatched them to Jinzhong, to scout Zhang Chong’s base and movements.

Zhang Chong came in a hurry to Zhi Li but was annoyed by the guerrilla war that had been going on every other day for several months.

He didn’t know which bastard was playing with him. They would fire a shot today and quickly change places the very next day. Every time he sent his troops out, the instigators would run away. However, if he ordered his troops to retreat, they would immediately come back as if they wanted to take him out for a walk! Zhang Chong was so furious with this annoying behavior that he felt the urge to pull out half of his beard.

Fortunately, his Jinzhong army was getting stronger by the day, and the number of good seedlings he had nurtured was also increasing. Among them was one called Zheng Wu, who was particularly outstanding and had piqued his interest. He was clever and loyal but fought like a madman, against one hundred enemies. In all honesty, he reminded him of his past glory.

Zhang Chong observed him for a long time and finally promoted him to be his confidant, intending to cultivate him well.

On this trip to Zhi Li, Zhang Chong deliberately left Zheng Wu in Jinzhong.

Even though the brat didn’t have the brains to scheme in a war, his reckless fighting style was able to easily defeat those guerilla soldiers and hold those pesky bastards back, protecting his military glory in Jinzhong.

Zhang Chong thought he had planned well, but little did he know that as soon as he left, Zheng Wu personally ushered those guerilla soldiers to the front doors of Jinzhong.

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“Jiaojiao, it’s time to get up.”

Chu Jiao was dreaming of a strange fantasy. It would constantly shift from an ancient period to a modern world, but there was always a man with a blurry appearance whispering in her ear.

I love you. I love you. Do you love me?

Just as she was about to answer him in her dream, Yan Zhan’s voice suddenly pulled her away from dreamland.

She drowsily rubbed her eyes and stretched her waist on the large European-style bed.

The thick curtains had yet to be drawn, but the sunlight outside still poured in from the small gaps. A man bent down slightly, standing against the light.

“Mm… Brother Yan…”

Chu Jiao naturally stretched out her hand, and Yan Zhan also moved forward, handing his neck over for the girl to wrap her hands around with.

“It’s time to get up, sleepyhead.” Yan Zhan slowly bent down and kissed her. Only when the girl hit him lightly did he let go, but he couldn’t help it and pecked her rosy lips once again, “It’s time to go.”

A month has passed since that incident happened, and Chu Jiao was finally able to graduate from school. She lazed around in the Yan mansion, idling her time away and occasionally writing something to be published anonymously, earning some remuneration.

“I can also be a good wife~” After a certain incident, the two discussed the future of Chu Jiao’s career. Yan Zhan felt distressed that she had been immersed in writing and wanted her to live life a little more relaxed, without having to force herself to do anything she didn’t want to do. However, Chu Jiao shook her head, gently stroking the large and small scars on his body, “You fight with a gun outside, and I will fight with a pen behind your back…”

Yan Zhan worked for the Peking government, so in the eyes of many revolutionaries, he was the hunting dog of the corrupt officials. Those self-proclaimed modern literati, who were not afraid of power, openly criticized the likes of them in the newspapers. Even to go as far as to mock some of Yan Zhan’s political achievements, as though Yan Zhan had viciously raided and seized their homes.

Chu Jiao was fed up seeing these literati run their mouths off, so she personally went into the field, going on the special column of the newspaper in every issue to scold them through quoting classics. Moreover, despite her taking the high road, she managed to repeatedly poke at those people’s sore spots. Eventually, this led to an increase in sales of the newspapers by a large margin.

Yan Zhan was very moved when he heard this, and as such, he thanked Chu Jiao using the ‘pistol’ that he had, making it so that Chu Jiao held her waist feeling endless regret right after.

A week ago, they agreed to go to Jinzhong. Yan Zhan intended to deal with Zhang Chong there as well as explore the so-called treasures along the way. He didn’t want to take Chu Jiao for fear of putting her in danger. However, the girl was skilled in acting coquettishly, or perhaps, since he was no longer able to refuse the girl, he could only agree to her request and let her tag along.

In any case, as long as she was by his side, he would give up his life just to protect her.

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