Chapter 1270

First Volume, Chapter 1270: A Life Like That of a Immortal

What had just happened seemed utterly unreal to Wu Heli.

No matter how hard he racked his brain, he could never have imagined surviving an encounter with Qin Feng—but it had happened, and even after putting great distance between himself and Qin Feng's main force, Wu Heli still couldn't fully process it.

He leaned back against a roadside tree, clutching his spear, staring blankly toward Yuezhao Kingdom; after a long while, his emotions finally calmed.

Even though he knew Qin Feng had used him, Wu Heli still felt grateful, for Qin Feng's actions had undeniably given him the chance to fulfill his lifelong wish: to let his family live well.

Throughout it all, Wu Heli never hated Qin Feng.

Lei Meng died at Qin Feng's hands because they had launched the attack first.

Chen Yanzong had brought his fate upon himself, while Wu Cheng had been killed by Black Guard's scheming.

Right now, the only thing Wu Heli needed to do was find a way to raise a team dedicated to assassinating the Black Guard.

Qin Feng's bounty was fifty tael per head; after splitting the silver with helpers, Wu Heli only needed to net twenty tael per head to feel satisfied.

Thus, killing fifty Black Guard members would yield one thousand taels of silver—enough to ensure his family's food and clothing security for life.

Since Wu Heli's enemy was the Black Guard Office, relying solely on hired mercenaries was far from sufficient.

These men had to meet three prerequisites.

First, basic combat effectiveness; second, absolute loyalty to Wu Heli—even under the Black Guard Office's torture, they must not betray him; third, and most importantly, they must possess extreme vigilance.

After all, the enemy they faced was an intelligence organization second only to the Brocade Uniform Guard.

Assembling such a capable group was clearly difficult, but Wu Heli didn't care.

Yet before recruiting and gathering troops, Wu Heli needed to remain extremely discreet and absolutely conceal his whereabouts.

After all, the Black Guard Office must already believe he had died at Qin Feng's hands; during this time, they would not launch any form of investigation against Wu Heli—this was Wu Heli's greatest opportunity.

Having made up his mind, Wu Heli left the Official Road and followed obscure village paths, moving slowly, stopping frequently, searching for suitable allies.

Meanwhile, Qin Feng had once again set out on his journey back to the Northern Border.

Due to the army's excessive size and the pregnancies of Li Xiaolan and Jing Qianying, rapid marching was impossible; this journey took nearly a month before they finally barely entered Northern Border territory.

Once on his own ground, Qin Feng relaxed—he no longer needed the protection of a large force; aside from leaving three hundred Tianji Camp Guards as his escort, the rest of the army was disbanded in batches and sent ahead to Beixi County to report in.

Thus, the group's size shrank to less than one-tenth: besides the Tianji Camp Guards, only Qin Family members, the Ning Family, and the Xu Family remained.

To completely escape threats from Jingji, everyone had kept moving; now that they had finally lowered their guard, they no longer rushed.

Moreover, the weather had entered the finest season of the year—neither cold nor hot—perfect for spring outings.

They moved slowly, stopping whenever they encountered scenic spots, always disembarking to explore—lively and carefree.

Since arriving at Qingyu County, the group had not advanced a single step for three full days.

For this place was the only pasture in the vast Northern Border.

Although the terrain was uneven, due to its unique geology, the land stretched endlessly in lush green grass, with occasional trees dotting the view.

The camp where Qin Feng stayed was less than Ten Li from Qingyu County and only a little over Two Hundred Li from Beixi County.

Qin Feng's tent was the most grandiose; under his deliberate guidance, it resembled a Mongolian yurt, with ample interior space.

He built it this way because he harbored a "dirty" intention: no matter what, he had to share a tent with his beloved wife.

Since Li Xiaolan and Jing Qianying were physically frail, Xiao Xiangxiang and Shu Feng had to attend them constantly; thus, all four women moved into Qin Feng's tent together.

"Hehehe…"

In broad daylight, Qin Feng sat on a reclining chair outside his tent and burst out laughing.

The next moment, he couldn't laugh anymore—Jing Qianying had grabbed his ear.

"You wretch, always scheming evil thoughts—you're utterly annoying. I'll let you laugh."

In the past, Qin Feng would have shaken free immediately, but now, fearing for Jing Qianying's health, he gritted his teeth in pain yet dared not struggle at all.

"Who… who has evil thoughts? Wife, don't falsely accuse an innocent man."

"Ow, ow, ow, wife, spare me!"

Watching Qin Feng beg for mercy, Jing Qianying felt thoroughly satisfied.

Li Xiaolan, sitting inside, couldn't help teasing: "Fourth sister, you're being too harsh on the Qin Prince—if outsiders learned the Qin Prince is so afraid of his wife, wouldn't they laugh at him?"

Hearing this, Jing Qianying replied seriously: "Shall I kneel down and kowtow to apologize to him?"

Qin Feng waved his hands frantically: "Don't you dare! You two are now top-priority protected persons of the Qin Family—if you kneel, Father will surely twist off my head."

"As long as you're happy, vent however you like. To be honest, I owe you—I left you in Jingdu for so long."

"My husband is willing to make it up to you."

Seeing Qin Feng's remorseful expression, Jing Qianying felt a pang of pity; when she released his ear, she gently rubbed it.

"To recognize one's mistake and correct it—what greater virtue is there?"

"Once we reach Beixi County, you'll have no more excuses to run off—stay right here with us."

Li Xiaolan's eyes shimmered with longing.

In the past, though she hated to part from him, she had to let Qin Feng go for the greater good.

Now that they were moving to Beixi County, they would never be separated again; just thinking of it, even if she lost everything else, Li Xiaolan felt it was worth it.

Xiao Xiangxiang bounced with joy: "Wonderful! The Young Master has no more excuses to go out!"

Shu Feng covered her mouth, smirking: "I fear the Young Master will grow bored and his heart will drift away again in a few days—we must find a way to tie him down permanently."

Qin Feng had assumed living with the four women would be a life like that of an immortal.

But… quite the opposite!

Three women make a drama; four women are unbearable—Qin Feng, alone, was ganged up on by all four, to the point he wished he were dead.

"Miscalculation!"

"If I'd known this would happen, I should've taken turns—each one a day, to discuss life with me, hehehe."

As Qin Feng daydreamed, he failed to notice the four women were staring at him with expressions of "this man is an idiot."