Chapter 312: The Demon Lord Junzhu's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 312: Taking a Wife?

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Shangguan Xingyu and Yan Shuang'er smiled and nodded in response, while An Wangfei took out the peace talisman she had just obtained from her sleeve and gently handed it to Yan Wang, saying softly, "Wang'er, you must keep this peace talisman safe."

Yan Wang wore a smile, extended both hands, and steadily accepted the peace talisman. He carefully examined the talisman in his hands, as if he could feel his mother's deep blessings and affection.

Then, he raised his head, looked at his mother, and said in a determined tone, "Rest assured, Mother Consort, your son will definitely return safely."

Before his words had finished, Yan Wang's brows furrowed slightly, as if he had recalled something, and he immediately asked, "Right, Mother Consort, why did you return so late? Did something happen on the road?" His gaze fixed tightly on his mother, revealing a trace of worry.

Seeing this, An Wangfei hurriedly explained, "Nothing at all, child, just a slight delay on the road." Her voice was gentle and kind, making one feel incomparably at ease. Speaking, she stepped toward the dining hall, and Yan Wang followed closely behind.

The two walked and chatted, and before they knew it they had arrived at the dining hall. At this time, An Wang had already been waiting in the dining hall for a long while. He knew dark guards protected everyone, so he was very reassured about their safety. When he heard a servant report that the group had returned, he immediately came to the dining hall.

After everyone was seated, the servants swiftly brought up a sumptuous spread of dishes. For a moment, the dining hall was filled with an enticing aroma. After the midday meal, everyone felt a bit drowsy, so they all returned to their respective rooms for an afternoon nap.

Yan Wang's nap was not long; after waking, he tiptoed out of his room, went to the stable, and led out his beloved horse — Chasing Shadow.

Yan Wang vaulted onto the horse, clamped his legs against its flanks, and Chasing Shadow shot forth like an arrow leaving the bow. Hoofbeats rang through the quiet streets, drawing sidelong glances from passersby. Yet Yan Wang paid no heed; his only thought was to reach the military camp as quickly as possible.

Not long after, Yan Wang arrived at the military camp. Gazing into the distance, he saw the soldiers training vigorously, a scene no different from what he had seen before.

So, without hesitation, he spurred Chasing Shadow, plunging into the training ground like a flying bird and joining the soldiers' drills.

Just then, Ai Jiao walked over quickly from nearby, an excited smile on his face. He came to Yan Wang's side and said enthusiastically, "Wang, we set out tomorrow — are you all prepared?"

Yan Wang nodded calmly and replied, "Mm, rest assured."

Ai Jiao chuckled and continued, "I've only been at the camp a short time, never expected to hit the battlefield this fast!" His tone revealed anticipation for the coming battle.

Yan Wang looked at Ai Jiao and said with some worry, "The battlefield is dangerous — why are you scrambling to go?"

Ai Jiao patted his chest and said confidently, "A man should cultivate himself and achieve great deeds; I have to make a name for myself before I take a wife!"

Hearing the three words "take a wife," Yan Wang couldn't help asking curiously, "Thinking of marriage this early? Do you already have someone in your heart?"

Ai Jiao hastily waved his hand, laughing, "Of course not — the only dog in camp is male, where would I find a wife?"

Yan Wang was amused and laughed, "Then why the rush?"

Ai Jiao sighed and explained, "I'm doing this to prove myself to my father. Not only can I join the Yan Family Army, I'll carve out my own place on the battlefield, so he'll never dare look down on me again!"

Hearing this, Yan Wang said no more. After training ended, he ate dinner as usual and went to rest early.

The next day, before dawn appeared, night still shrouded the earth, but the bugle call in the camp had already pierced the silent night sky. Hearing the bugle, Yan Wang hesitated not at all, rose swiftly, dressed neatly, made his bed, and went to wash up.

Once all preparations were complete, Yan Wang came to the camp gate, where many soldiers were already assembling. He wore a suit of sturdy armor, helmet gripped tight in hand, cutting a dashing figure.

No sooner had Yan Wang reached the camp gate than he saw Wang Ting. Wang Ting had been waiting there for some time; he looked at Yan Wang with a smile, eyes revealing admiration for this young commander. Seeing this, Yan Wang stepped forward quickly and saluted Wang Ting.

Wang Ting smiled at Yan Wang and said, "Dressed like this today, you really have a bit of a general's bearing!" Yan Wang smiled somewhat bashfully and replied, "General Wang overpraises."

Wang Ting's smile faded, his expression turning solemn. He said earnestly to Yan Wang, "This expedition is a rare opportunity for you — you must seize it well. With An Wang's guidance, I believe you will certainly accomplish the mission superbly. However, the journey is distant; you must be extra careful."

Yan Wang nodded and replied firmly, "Many thanks for General Wang's reminder; I will certainly mind my safety."

Wang Ting no longer looked at Yan Wang, turning to instruct his deputy general to count heads. Not long after, the deputy general returned and reported to Wang Ting, "Reporting to the General, the hundred-thousand-strong army is fully equipped and ready to depart at any moment."

Wang Ting's gaze was like a torch, fixed on Yan Wang, and he said in a deep voice, "Prepare to depart. For this mission you are the commanding general; the responsibility is weighty." He paused, then continued, "Where there is a principal there is naturally a deputy; this time the deputy general is Tang Qi." As his words fell, Tang Qi strode forward and came to stand beside Yan Wang.

Yan Wang looked closely and saw the man before him clad in a suit of black armor, the plates flashing cold light in the sun, helmet worn perfectly, seamless. Looking at his face, his features were handsome, sword brows and starry eyes, high nose bridge, thin lips, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth, exuding a dashing, unconventional air utterly unlike the traditional image of a soldier.

Tang Qi wore a smile, extended his right hand toward Yan Wang, and said in a clear voice, "Wang, I'm Tang Qi; I've long heard of you, and today I finally get to meet you."

Seeing this, Yan Wang likewise hurriedly extended his hand and gripped it, replying, "Pleased to meet you, Brother Tang Qi; on this campaign, let us work together with one heart and return victorious soon." Tang Qi smiled and nodded in agreement.

Wang Ting, watching the two exchange pleasantries, curved his lips slightly and called out, "All right, set out!" Hearing this, Yan Wang swiftly donned his helmet, vaulted onto his horse, movements as natural and smooth as flowing clouds. Tang Qi was not to be outdone, following close behind and mounting just as nimbly.

At this moment, the hundred-thousand-strong army was already fully prepared, formed into neat ranks; every warhorse was spirited, every soldier solemn, arrayed in strict formation. They needed only the commanding general's order to shoot forth like arrows leaving the bow.