Chapter 1298 - 1298 1298 Farewell (4)

1298: Chapter 1298: Farewell (4) 1298: Chapter 1298: Farewell (4) “Hehe…” Gu Qingheng laughed, “The advance provisions have already left, and I’m responsible for the subsequent food supply replenishment…”

“I understand.

When are you leaving?” Yang Ruxin’s heart eased slightly, transporting provisions was much better than charging into battle indeed.

Don’t call her selfish, but this was her man, a man she hadn’t yet consummated her marriage with.

She wouldn’t stop him from going to war, but she hoped he would return safely.

“Tomorrow.”

“I’ll wait for you to come back.” Yang Ruxin took the initiative to kiss Gu Qingheng on the lips, feeling an inexplicable surge of emotion—a mix of sourness and astringency.

“Good.” Gu Qingheng stared into Yang Ruxin’s eyes.

“You still owe me a wedding night.”

Yang Ruxin’s eyes grew warm, but she fought back tears, “Even if I owe you a wedding night, you’re not allowed to provoke other women or attract butterflies.

If you dare to stir up any mess, I’ll…” But before she could finish the sentence, it was swallowed up by his forceful kiss.

This kiss was different from the others—it was possessive and utterly domineering—until Yang Ruxin saw spots of light and Gu Qingheng, panting, finally released her and buried his head in the nape of her neck, “Xinxin, I had never thought that I would have someone by my side, nor did I imagine I’d be so deeply concerned for someone…”

Yang Ruxin wanted to nod.

She hadn’t expected it either.

“For you, I will surely return safely,” Gu Qingheng continued, “And for me, you should also take good care of yourself.

Of course, if one day, I happened to…”

“Gu Qingheng, I don’t want to hear those words,” Yang Ruxin suddenly pushed him away, turned over, and lay on his chest, looking at him seriously, “If you dare to get into trouble, I’ll definitely drag you back from King Yama and show you how I step out on you…”

Gu Qingheng was actually moved, his eyes getting slightly red.

Just as he thought of returning a sentimental kiss, a loud gurgling sound interrupted the affectionate mood.

“Wait, I’ll get you some food.” Gu Qingheng got up with an apologetic look, having forgotten in his emotional state that Xinxin hadn’t eaten yet.

That night, although the two didn’t fully consummate their marriage, they were intensely passionate.

Gu Qingheng felt refreshed, while Yang Ruxin’s arms were numb.

Of course, it wasn’t just her—Erni was also so sore that she could hardly hold her chopsticks the next morning.

After breakfast, the seven Shadow Guards chosen to accompany them to the battlefield were all ready to go, and Gu Qingheng and Gu Yao were also prepared.

Each person carried a large bag of food and an extra double-shouldered backpack, personally designed by Yang Ruxin.

They were large, made of thick cotton cloth and the waterproof oiled cloth available at that time.

Inside were various medicines developed by Dao Xuzi—both life-saving drugs and poisons, in case they were needed.

Naturally, everyone’s backpack also contained a ginseng root, which could be a lifesaver when eaten in a critical moment.

The family had long known Gu Qingheng wouldn’t just live an unremarkable life here forever, but when they actually found out he was leaving, there was still profound reluctance and worry, especially for the Feng Family and Dong Wenxiu, who were truly tearful.

“Mother, don’t worry.

I will return safely,” Gu Qingheng gave everyone a comforting smile, then looked at Yang Ruxin, “You’ll have to take on some hardships from now on.”