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Transmigrated As Cannon Fodder To Marry Chapter 100 (End)

Chapter 100

   1) Du Yuling × Zhou Chengwang  

    Zhou Chengwang and Du Yuling grew up together, genuine childhood sweethearts, closer than even their own siblings.  

    Later, Jiang Lin joined them, forming a notorious trio of troublemakers in the capital. Though their friendship cooled for a time after Jiang Lin’s misguided attempt to seduce them, he reformed after marriage and reconciled with them, restoring their bond.  

    However, married life changed Jiang Lin. With a new home and responsibilities, he no longer spent every day with them, leaving Zhou Chengwang mostly with Du Yuling.  

    Zhou Chengwang never imagined he’d fall for a man. Though he envied Jiang Lin and Wei Yunzhao’s love, the idea seemed too unconventional.  

    Yet he remained unmarried while his peers started families, showing no interest in women, not even a bedwarming maid.  

    At first, this didn’t strike him as odd, because Du Yuling was the same. But when Du Yuling’s family arranged a match for him, Zhou Chengwang realized his discomfort. He couldn’t bear the thought of Du Yuling marrying someone else.  

    The resentment festered like a growing lump.  

    Yet Du Yiling acted first, rejecting the match and confessing his feelings.  

    Overjoyed, Zhou Chengwang’s only other thought was: He’d lost again, Du Yuling had beaten him to it!  

    But mutual affection prevailed, and they began a secret romance.  

    Aside from fearing their families’ wrath, all was well.  

    Eager to share the news with Jiang Lin, Zhou Chengwang was preempted - Jiang Lin had already guessed.  

    Another loss: Jiang Lin had noticed before he’d even spoken!  

    Yet this brought clarity. Zhou Chengwang realized his family had never pressed him to marry, perhaps they’d long suspected his bond with Du Yuling wasn’t platonic.  

    He and Du Yuling agonized over how to confess, knowing the likely outcomes: a beating (best case), broken legs, or death (worst).  

    Resigned, they decided to gamble on honesty, after one last indulgence.  

    Rummaging through fire-avoidance illustrations, they fumbled their first attempt, nearly failing before settling who’d top via a size contest.  

    Undressing, Zhou Chengwang recalled childhood comparisons. “We’ve been shameless since we were kids,” he laughed.  

    “Fate destined us,” Du Yiling declared, pushing him down.  

    The fallout was chaotic. Zhou Chengwang fell ill, only recovering just in time to face their families, who made them wear bundles of kindling on their backs as a humiliating form of punishment.

    “I suffered for you,” Zhou Chengwang said. “If you ever betray me, Jiang Lin will castrate you.”  

    Jiang Lin: “???” (He doubted heaven relayed random oaths.)  

    Braced for the worst, they entered Zhou Chengwang’s father’s study.  

    The patriarch wielded a monk’s staff - thick, long, and brutal. Zhou Chengwang’s backside covered in welts.  

    His mother calmly explained, “This beating is your dowry. Remember, you chose this path. If you regret it later, you’ll get another round.”  

    Tearfully, Zhou Chengwang vowed eternal devotion, he was afraid that another beating would kill him.  

    Satisfied, the family sent Du Yuling home for his own thrashing.  

    The Du family showed no mercy. Du Yuling’s injuries were worse, leaving the lovebirds bedridden for a month.  

    Reunited, they wept and swore never to part - who’d willingly endure that pain twice?  

   
    (2) Wei Yunzhao × Jiang Lin (Ancient)  

    Dayue's borders were in turmoil. Wars broke out following the new Emperor's ascension, led by Jin Wang, Yue Ge, and the reinstated General Wei Yunzhao.

    Victories revived Wei Yunzhao’s fame, with rumors calling the Wei family the kingdom’s “pillar of peace.”  

    With the Emperor's trust, Wei Yunzhao commanded the capital defenses and imperial guard - positions that gave him the power to potentially overthrow the throne if he chose to.

    Courtiers whispered of treason, but the Emperor dismissed them: “If he wanted the throne, he'd have taken it by now. I’ll not kill loyal men for baseless rumors.”  

    Later, it emerged that the Emperor’s trust stemmed from Wei Yunzhao’s tether, his love for Jiang Lin ensured he’d never covet power.  

    When a southern general retired, Jin Wang took his place. Wei Yunzhao then requested command of the northern forces, bringing with him Jiang Lin, his own brother Wei Yunqi, and Jiang Lin's half-brother Jiang Xuan.

    The Emperor agreed, leaving only Wei Yunzhao’s female relatives in the capital, a breach of tradition where families were kept as hostages.  

    Before heading north, they visited Jiangnan’s Yun family, now imperial merchants due to Jiang Lin’s earlier assistance.  

    The north’s rugged beauty grasslands, deserts, snow-capped peaks stunned them. Riding across the wilderness, Wei Yunzhao asked, “Do you like it here?”  

    Jiang Lin gazed at the horizon. “It’s where you belong. I love you, and thus this land you protect.”  

    Wei Yunzhao’s eyes darkened. “Such words tempt me.”  

    “To what?”  

    “To make love under the sky,” he whispered.  

    Jiang Lin scoffed. “Too wild. What if wolves eat us?”  

    They compromised with kisses, returning to the city where Jiang Lin transformed the barren north into prosperity.  

    Years later, they traveled the land together, witnessing the Emperor's reforms firsthand: new crops flourishing, towns thriving, and progress unfolding everywhere.

    (3) Wei Yunzhao × Jiang Lin (Modern)  

    Unfamiliar white ceiling.  

    Jiang Lin blinked. Decades in the apocalypse and ancient times had erased memories of this home.  

    The phone and computer both displayed 2021 - pre-apocalypse.  

    No trace of Wei Yunzhao online. Sighing, he resigned to work until a wheelchair blocked his office entrance.  

    Its occupant turned, revealing a familiar face.  

    “Crippled again?” Jiang Lin quipped. “What’s your deal with wheelchairs?”  

    The man smiled. “Linlin.”  

    Fate, absurd as ever.  

    Pushing the chair, Jiang Lin grumbled, “Two lifetimes of this.”  

    In the CEO’s office (yes, Wei Yunzhao was now his boss), they reunited.  

    “Still Wei Yunzhao,” the man said.  

    That sufficed.  

    “Stand, I want a hug.”  

    But Wei Yunzhao couldn’t, there was another tragic backstory, this time corporate sabotage.  

    “So I need you,” he said.  

    “Why not call me ‘wife’?” Jiang Lin teased.  

    “Wife.”  

    “Husband.”  

    Then, smirking, Wei Yunzhao whispered, “I’ve learned a new term: office play.”  

    Jiang Lin kicked his chair. “Dream on.”  

  

  -End-

Transmigrated As Cannon Fodder To Marry Chapter 99 Part 2

      2) Fifth Prince × Yin Feifei  

    In his first year on the throne, the new Emperor accomplished much. His decisive methods starkly contrasted his refined demeanor. With the help of the sixth prince, Yue Heng (now Heng Wang), he consolidated power, leaving no official daring to neglect their duties.

    Competent officials were rewarded, while the mediocre eyed the Emperor’s empty harem as their path to advancement.  

    Before the mourning period for the late Emperor had even ended, someone proposed selecting concubines to serve the new Emperor. Since the concubines weren’t empresses, it wouldn’t violate propriety.  

    But the Emperor refused. Not only that, he demoted the proposer on the spot, banishing him to his hometown with no chance of return.  

    The warning worked. No one dared mention filling the harem during the mourning period again.  

    This frustrated many officials banking on female relatives for influence. The moment mourning ended, memorials flooded the Emperor’s desk, urging him to welcome an empress and select concubines to secure the imperial lineage. For days, the pile grew.  

    Some even coveted the empress’s position, unwilling to let Yin Feifei take the role, insisting she join the selection while another was chosen as empress.  

    After weeks of debate, the Emperor relented, he would marry the daughter of the Yin family, but only her. The harem would have just one empress.  

    The officials balked. This Emperor, ruthless in policy and shameless in negotiation, declared that without their agreement, he wouldn’t marry at all - he saw little value in women, especially a crowded harem.  

    The officials recalled the Emperor's mother, now Empress Dowager, who had suffered because of her lowly position, likely shaping his disdain for harems. Those hoping to persuade him through her gave up.  

    After more haggling, the officials conceded, not that they had a choice. If the Emperor refused, they couldn’t force women into his harem without sharing the demoted official’s fate.  

    They consoled themselves: the Emperor was young. Once he tired of the empress, he’d surely desire fresh faces and more sons. Then would be their chance.  

    The Emperor didn’t care. His goal was achieved.  

    On an auspicious day, the grand imperial wedding took place, accompanied by schemes to disrupt it.  

    The last remaining antagonist, the former crown prince, simmered with resentment. The new Emperor had stolen his throne and his woman.  

    Somehow, rumors spread that marrying Yin Feifei was the key to the throne. Jiang Lin even thought that someone had eavesdropped when he’d said as much to Wei Yunzhao.

    The rumors’ origin was unclear, but they drove the former crown prince to ally with old supporters, plotting to kill the Emperor and seize the bride.  

    To ensure his fifth brother’s smooth wedding, Yue Heng intercepted the troublemaker.  

    Unlike his brothers, the former crown prince held little standing with the new Emperor, granted only the title of Ping Junwang - hardly illustrious.  
[Commandery Prince (郡王, Jùnwáng): lower than Prince (亲王, Qīnwáng); typically for lesser imperial relatives or meritorious officials]

    His residence was the fifth prince’s old, modest estate, a far cry from the Eastern Palace. His initial fury had been futile, he was no longer crown prince.  

    Now, he channeled that rage into assassinating the Emperor during the wedding and stealing the bride.  

    Yet most of his forces fell to Yue Heng before they even began.  

    Learning of Yue Heng’s plan to confront Ping Junwang, Jiang Lin dragged Wei Yunzhao along - partly for the spectacle, partly to settle their own score.  

    Jiang Lin wanted answers: Why had Ye Momo tried to force him to sleep with Wei Yunzhao on their wedding night? Before dying, she’d mouthed two words "Crown Prince," now Ping Junwang.  

    Chaos erupted in the Ping Junwang's residence as Yue Heng’s men surrounded it. Jiang Lin and Wei Yunzhao headed inside.  

    The system’s poison was potent. Even a small dose left Ping Junwang writhing in agony. No physician could cure it, only costly medicines dulled the pain.  

    They found him clutching his stomach in bed, pale-faced, speaking to subordinates. Yue Heng tossed the men out, shut the door, and sat opposite the bed, watching coldly.  

    “Still causing trouble? Seems the pain isn’t enough.”  

    Ping Junwang glared fearfully. “What do you want? If this crown prince die, word will spread of your regicide! Sixth Brother, you don’t want that stain on your name!”  

    Yue Heng smirked. “‘This crown prince’? The throne has a new owner. Or do you mean to be Fifth Brother’s son?”  

    Jiang Lin snorted, Yue Heng’s tongue was sharper than his.  

    “Nonsense! I'm the crown prince, the rightful heir! Yue Cheng is nothing! I’ll kill him and all of you!”  

    “Delusional,” Jiang Lin muttered, leaning on Wei Yunzhao.  

    Yue Heng wasn’t here to chat. He produced the remaining poison. “Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. You’re right, I value my reputation. I’ll just ensure you writhe in pain, bedridden for life.”  

    Mixing the powder with water, he moved to force it down the Ping Junwang's throat. Ping Junwang thrashed.  

    Jiang Lin seized the moment. “Answer one question, and I’ll persuade Heng Wang to go easy. Deal?”  

    Terrified, Ping Junwang nodded. “What do you want?”  

    “Back then, did you order a momo of the Wei family to force me to consummate my marriage with Wei Yunzhao? Why?”  

    It took Ping Junwang a moment to recall. “...Yes, of course to kill Wei Yunzhao. What other reason?”  

    Jiang Lin pressed, “Why would that kill him?”  

    Ping Junwang eyed the cup but caved as Yue Heng advanced. “You were drugged. Intercourse would’ve killed you both.”  

    Now Jiang Lin understood, the original Jiang Lin had been poisoned, explaining his transmigration. The spiritual water he’d drunk must have neutralized it.  

    Likely, the Jiang family - probably Jiang Jinyue had planted the poison.  

    “Last question, why Ye Momo?”  

    Ping Junwang sneered. “That jinx suggested it. If not for her, I wouldn’t be here.”  

    He refused to even name Jiang Jinyue, his hatred so deep.  

    Since being poisoned, he’d regretted reconnecting with Jiang Jinyue - the harbinger of his downfall.  

    With her involvement, it made sense. She’d known Ye Momo’s daughter was killed by Wei An, using it to manipulate her into acting.  

    But reminded of the stakes, Ye Momo had fled in fear.  

    Jiang Lin clapped. “Done, Heng Wang?”  

    Yue Heng forced the poison into Ping Junwang's mouth. “Even if you plead, I decide.”  

    Ping Junwang screamed as agony seized him.  

    Yue Heng observed coolly. “A lifetime of pain, watching everything he coveted slip away - my fifth brother revered, his marriage happy, while he rots helpless. Isn’t that worse than death?”  

    “And I’ll ensure he lives long enough to suffer it all.”  

    Jiang Lin noted Yue Heng’s hidden hatred - Ping Junwang had surely played a role in his past suffering.  

    “A fitting fate. Some fates are crueler than death.”  

    Outside, celebrations for the imperial wedding filled the streets with joy.  

    Jiang Lin took Wei Yunzhao’s hand. “Let’s go congratulate the Emperor on winning his beauty.”


    3) Sixth Prince × Su Qiao  

    The sixth prince’s love for a former huakui was common knowledge in the capital.  

    Once overlooked, his rise under Emperor Changde’s favor, his looks, bearing, and the Emperor’s regard drew attention.  

    Unmarried and previously too frail for concubines, he became a target for noble daughters eyeing his legal wife.  

    After establishing his estate, his movements were watched. Soon, it was known he frequented a shabby courtyard to visit a woman - Su Qiao, central to a recent murder case, formerly a huakui.  

    News of his infatuation spread, dashing many hopes.  

    Some, confident in their superiority, sought to compete.  

    Thus came the perfumed handkerchiefs, “accidental” encounters, and banquet invitations.  
[Perfumed handkerchiefs (香帕, xiāng pà) were often used in classical Chinese literature as tokens of romantic intrigue, exchanged secretly between lovers]

    Yet the sixth prince remained unmoved, devoted solely to Su Qiao, even bringing her into his estate.  

    Emperor Changde summoned him, but failed to dissuade him. Yue Heng’s determination only grew, deterring further advances.  

    Later, Su Qiao reclaimed her family name, and Yue Heng became Heng Wang. Still, their statuses diverged, with Su Qiao remaining in his estate unwed.  

    Yue Heng prepared everything for their marriage, awaiting only her word.  

    He attended Wei Yunzhao and Jiang Lin’s wedding, drank their toast.  

    Watched his fifth brother wed his empress, heard him speak of nothing else.  

    Even the Zhou and Du family’s good-for-nothings married before him.  

    Yet Su Qiao never asked him to marry her. The barrier between them seemed insurmountable. 

    So he waited, unmarried, just like her, holding onto the hope that someday things might change.

    Or perhaps never, so long as they were together.  

    Su Qiao hadn’t expected to linger with Yue Heng so long. Apart from formal marriage, they lived as an old married couple.  

    Once, she’d felt guilt, but Jiang Lin’s counsel dispelled it. She still called him “young madam,” who’d said:  

    “You love him no less than he loves you. Neither is trapped, you choose this.”  

    Su Qiao agreed.  

    Love, once tasted, was unforgettable—a lifetime’s devotion.  

    Years later, with the younger generation wed, Su Qiao made her decision:  

    “Some things I cannot forget. So let us linger thus, until the day our hearts grow cold.”  

    Yue Heng nodded in agreement, his eyes conveying conviction - words were unnecessary, he would let her understand.  

    Decades passed. Gray-haired, uncertain of tomorrow, Yue Heng made one request:  

    “Bury us together. On your stone, inscribe ‘Wife of Yue Heng.’ On mine, ‘Husband of Su Qiao.’”  

    At dusk, amid golden light, Su Qiao answered.  

    “Yes.”  

[I burst into tears while reading the part about Yue Heng and Su Qiao. Both had tragic pasts. They loved each other deeply, but insurmountable obstacles prevented them from marrying. Despite this, they remained devoted and faithful to each other until the end of their lives. Their love story is beautiful, yet heartbreakingly sad and poignant - brief, but leaving a lasting impact.]

Transmigrated As Cannon Fodder To Marry Chapter 99 Part 1

Chapter 99

    1) Eldest Prince × Wei Yunjia

    The Wei family received a guest - the newly appointed Jin Wang, the eldest prince Yue Ge.  
[Prince of Jin" (晋王, Jìn wáng): a noble title in imperial China, with "Jin" referring to the ancient state/region of Jin.)

    Yue Ge could be considered Wei Yunzhao’s ancient pen pal, though he had little connection with Jiang Lin.  

    However, his visit to the Wei family was not to see either of them, but rather Wei Yunjia. Yue Ge requested to speak with Wei Yunjia alone. Considering their betrothal, Wei Yunzhao agreed.  

    But the moment Yue Ge was led to meet Wei Yunjia, Jiang Lin immediately pulled Wei Yunzhao along to eavesdrop.  

    Seeing his wife so eager, Wei Yunzhao couldn’t bring himself to stop her and obediently let himself be dragged away.  

    Yue Ge and Wei Yunjia met in the courtyard of her residence, with maidservants waiting at a distance, far enough not to disturb their conversation.  

    Wei Yunjia curtsied. “Greetings, Your Highness Jin Wang.” She knew exactly why he had come - their arranged marriage.

    Yue Ge gestured for her to rise. “No need for formalities, Miss Wei.”  

    They sat at a stone table, and Yue Ge spoke first. “Miss Wei, I’ve come today regarding our betrothal.”  

    Wei Yunjia nodded and poured tea for him. “Does Your Highness wish to annul it?”  

    Yue Ge studied her for a moment before replying. “My father once mentioned in his letters that you were exceptionally intelligent. Seeing you today, I find it to be true.”  

    “This betrothal was never our own wish. I won’t deceive you, while stationed at the border, I once saved a woman. I married her, but she later passed away from illness, leaving me with two children. I vowed never to remarry. To protect them from court intrigues, I kept their existence a secret, so even my father was unaware.”  

    “I deliberately concealed my late wife and children, not to slight you, but because marriage is a weighty matter. That’s why I wanted to explain in person. I hope you won’t hold it against me.” Yue Ge cupped his hands in apology.  

    Wei Yunjia shook her head slightly, smiling. “Your Highness need not apologize. Your first letter made it clear that you would annul the betrothal upon returning to the capital. I’ve always remembered.”  

    “Your willingness to explain speaks volumes of your respect for me. How could I resent you?”  

    “Thank you, Miss Wei. Rest assured, I will petition the Emperor to dissolve our betrothal. In the future, you will surely find a worthy husband to grow old with.”  

    “Then I shall take Your Highness’ kind words to heart.”  

    As Yue Ge prepared to leave, Wei Yunjia rose to see him out.  

    Just as he was about to exit the courtyard, she suddenly called out, “Your Highness Jin Wang.”  

    He turned, waiting.  

    “Does Your Highness refuse to remarry out of fear that you bring misfortune to your wives, harming them?”  

    Yue Ge smiled bitterly. “Perhaps fate has no such blessings in store for me. I'm content with my children.”  

    Wei Yunjia said, “Your Highness, such fears only hold power if you believe in them. My sister-in-law once said that fate isn't set in stone, that our determination and choices can overcome even the most daunting obstacles. Some things are mere coincidence, or even man-made. If Your Highness has done no wrong, you should not bear guilt.”  

    She curtsied again. “I, too, wish that one day Your Highness may find someone to share your life with, unburdened by baseless rumors.”  

    Yue Ge was momentarily stunned before chuckling softly. He had never heard such words before. The Wei family truly was interesting.  

    “Thank you!” he said loudly before striding away.  

    Perhaps one day he would meet a woman willing to love and stay with him, but that woman would not, and could not, be Miss Wei.  

    After leaving the Wei mansion, Yue Ge headed straight for the palace.  

    Meanwhile, the eavesdropping pair had a minor disagreement. Jiang Lin scolded Wei Yunzhao for being less clear-headed than a young girl. Yue Ge, the former eldest prince and now Jin Wang, had never intended to marry Wei Yunjia. Wei Yunzhao had been presumptuous.  

    In truth, Jiang Lin doubted Wei Yunjia would have wanted to marry him even if Yue Ge had been willing. Between them lay the death of her father. There was also a time when the Wei family’s sole remaining pillar was poisoned, lay bedridden. Those difficult days were surely etched in her memory.  

    Wei Yunzhao said, “I know. That’s why I didn’t want her to carry such burdens. If she and Jin Wang had fallen in love, only to be torn apart by past sins, she would have suffered all the same.”  

    He believed a young girl should be free to pursue happiness, to marry and bear children with the one she loved.  

    But Wei Yunjia was strong-willed, with her own convictions.  

    There was no right or wrong in this. Wei Yunzhao hoped she wouldn’t let hatred rob her of a good marriage, while Wei Yunjia remembered her father’s fate and felt no affection for the eldest prince.  

    As it stood, neither wished to marry the other, it was the best possible outcome.  

    The new Emperor, obliging his elder brother, swiftly issued an edict annulling the betrothal. From then on, each was free to marry another.  

    After receiving the decree, Wei Yunzhao spoke at length with Wei Yunjia. In the end, he agreed to let her choose her own future husband—or, if she wished never to marry, he would support her for life.  

    Wei Yunjia was deeply moved. Her brother’s survival was the greatest blessing for her and the Wei family - all thanks to her sister-in-law. Truly, her sister-in-law was the best.  

Transmigrated As Cannon Fodder To Marry Chapter 98 Part 2

    Then, suddenly, Emperor Changde fell still. His eyes remained open, but he lay motionless. Gan Yongfu, panicked, called his name over and over, but there was no response. Just as he turned to demand the physicians again, they arrived. Not just one, but the entire roster of the Imperial Hospital.  

    The physicians took turns examining Emperor Changde. When Gan Yongfu pressed for answers, their faces fell, one after another.  

    The chief physician spoke first. "The oil is exhausted, the lamp dies out. His Majesty's vitality is exhausted. I fear…"  
[油盡燈枯 (yóu jìn dēng kū): lit. The oil is exhausted, the lamp dies out; fig. Life has reached its end.]  

    Gan Yongfu refused to accept this. "Impossible! His Majesty was perfectly well earlier, how could he suddenly be at death’s door? Chief Physician, this is Emperor Changde, you cannot be careless!"  

    "Eunuch Gan, how could we dare be careless with His Majesty’s health? Ask any physician here, the diagnosis is unanimous."  

    Emperor Changde, still conscious, heard every word. He tried to speak, but no sound came. He tried to rise, but only his fingers twitched.  

    "Vitality exhausted." Emperor Changde turned the phrase over in his mind and understood. This was Yue Heng’s trap.  

    The antidote, the physicians, the verdict of natural death - all to absolve Yue Heng of patricide and regicide.  

    That beast! That traitor!

    Emperor Changde enraged inwardly, filled with regret. He should have thrown Yue Heng into the cold palace with Cao Lan'er to suffer. Or helped Cao Lan'er finish him off in childhood.  

    Yue Heng had killed Cao Lan'er. A wave of terror gripped Emperor Changde. Was he about to die?  

    As if in answer, the voices around him grew distant. His eyelids grew heavy, sliding shut - never to open again.  

    Emperor Changde was dead.  

    He passed before the physicians could examine him a second time. It took a long moment for anyone to notice.  

    The physicians dropped to their knees at once.  

    Gan Yongfu stood frozen in disbelief, unwilling to accept Emperor Changde’s death. He checked for breath again and again - then staggered back, collapsing to the floor.  

    Finally, the pain of the fall jolted him back to reality. He wailed, "Your Majesty!"  

    Yue Heng rose and said to Jiang Lin and the others, "You may leave the palace now. Inform Fifth Brother, tell him to come at once."  

    Yue Heng had brought them to witness Emperor Changde’s death, to see his agony, his silent passing.  

    It might not fully quell their hatred, but it was the most he could do. After all, he couldn’t carve Emperor Changde to pieces - not with his status.  

    After urging Yue Heng to be careful, Jiang Lin and the others departed.  

    The physicians were dismissed soon after, leaving only Yue Heng, Gan Yongfu, and Emperor Changde’s corpse.  

    Yue Heng smiled at Gan Yongfu. "Such loyalty, Eunuch Gan."  

    Gan Yongfu tensed. "Does Your Highness mean to kill me as well?"  

    "Of course not. A loyal servant like you should live...to prove my innocence."  

    "The medicine… it was the medicine!" Gan Yongfu realized. No wonder Yue Heng hadn’t feared the physicians, he must have tampered with the antidote long ago.  

    Yue Heng shook his head. "Not the medicine. His time was simply up. You should thank me, my antidote prolonged his life. Otherwise, he’d have died sooner."  

    "I told you, it was his greed."  

    "Well, Eunuch Gan? Do you believe me now?"  

    Gan Yongfu stared blankly, unsure how to respond, unable to distinguish truth from lies. The only certainty was that Yue Heng seemed intent on sparing him.  

    "You’re a smart man, Eunuch Gan. You know what can and cannot be said. Announce His Majesty’s passing, no one should be kept waiting."  

    With that, Yue Heng turned and left, not sparing Emperor Changde’s corpse a single glance. There was no grief, only indifference.  

    News of Emperor Changde’s death spread swiftly beyond the palace walls. Since the abdication decree the day before, officials and concubines had braced themselves, though it had come faster than expected.  

    The Fifth Prince, Yue Cheng, entered the palace to take charge, assisted by Yue Heng. Everything proceeded smoothly.  

    Observers noted the lack of rivalry between the two. If anything, Yue Heng seemed to yield willingly. The new Emperor would undoubtedly be the Fifth Prince.  

    The imperial funeral lasted three days, with officials in mourning attire and commoners in white. A month of abstinence followed - no alcohol, music, weddings, or slaughter for forty-nine days.  

    The imperial family observed a year of mourning, as was customary.  

    The once-bustling capital grew quiet. Fearful of violating taboos, people stayed indoors, leaving the streets nearly empty.  

    The only disruption came when the deposed Crown Prince, who was frail and ill, forced his way to Emperor Changde’s bier to lament his injustice, only to faint after a few sharp words from Yue Heng.  

    On the seventh day, the Eldest Prince, Yue Ge, arrived from the border, worn out from his journey and weary.  

    From death to burial, over half a month passed. It took another month for officials and commoners alike to resume normal life.  

    Then, on an auspicious day, the new Emperor ascended the throne. Officials bowed in homage. The era name changed to Yongning—Eternal Peace.  
____

    Wei Yunzhao walked home in court robes. Jiang Lin greeted him at the gate, beaming, and threw himself into his arms. "First time I’ve seen you return on foot in court robes. My husband is so handsome."  

    Wei Yunzhao caught his hand and kissed it. "My wife is even more beautiful, the most beautiful in my eyes."  

    "Of course!"  

    Jiang Lin grinned proudly, leading Wei Yunzhao inside. As they stepped into the courtyard, warm winter sunlight bathed them in brightness.  

    Jiang Lin pointed upward. "Look, the skies have changed."  

  

Transmigrated As Cannon Fodder To Marry Chapter 98 Part 1

Chapter 98  

    Yue Heng took Jiang Lin and the others straight to Emperor Changde's bedchamber. The Emperor lay weakly on the bed, but his eyes were fixed on Yue Heng, filled with fury and unwillingness.  

    Aside from them and Emperor Changde, only a loyal servant - Gan Yongfu stood guard.  

    Gan Yongfu watched Jiang Lin and the others warily and said to Yue Heng, "Your Highness, we agreed, tonight, you would give His Majesty the antidote. What is the meaning of this?"  

    Yue Heng took out a small porcelain bottle. "I didn’t say I wouldn’t. I invited them here to bear witness."  

    As for what they were witnessing, Yue Heng didn’t elaborate.  

    Gan Yongfu took the porcelain bottle, examined the pill inside carefully, and confirmed it matched the antidote Yue Heng had shown them before. Only then did he fetch warm water and help Emperor Changde swallow it.  

    The medicine took effect quickly. Before long, Emperor Changde looked more alert, alert enough to get out of bed and curse Yue Heng.  

    "You traitor! What new scheme are you plotting with these rebels? I’ve already passed the throne to the Fifth Prince. No matter what you do, you won’t succeed!"  

    Yue Heng stepped forward to support Emperor Changde. "I’ve told you before, the throne was never my goal. You just refused to believe me."  

    Emperor Changde shoved him away. "Get lost! I don’t need your false kindness. I misjudged you, I never imagined you were so ruthless and ambitious. But don’t celebrate yet. Once the Fifth Prince ascends, he’ll deal with you."  

    Emperor Changde was confident. With Yue Heng’s audacity and cruelty, the Fifth Prince would surely eliminate him to secure his own reign.  

    Emperor Changde glared coldly at Yue Heng, waiting for the day of his death.  

    Yue Heng could guess his thoughts and inwardly sighed. A man destined to die before him would never live to see that day.  

    Yue Heng spread his hands, feigning innocence. "Fine. If you insist on thinking that way, then so be it."  

    But his attitude only made Emperor Changde more suspicious. Convinced Yue Heng had another scheme, he leaned on Gan Yongfu and pointed at Yue Heng, ready to unleash another tirade when a fit of violent coughing overtook him.  

    Emperor Changde doubled over, coughing violently, his outstretched finger trembling. Gan Yongfu, alarmed, turned to call for a physician, but in that moment of distraction, Emperor Changde coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the floor.  

    "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, what’s wrong? Someone—fetch the physicians!"  

    Gan Yongfu, panicked, tried to lift Emperor Changde, but the man curled into a ball, convulsing not just from coughing but from pain. The pain was so intense his face twisted, sweat beading on his forehead.  

    Yue Heng clasped his hands behind his back and explained to Jiang Lin and the others, "Had he not taken the antidote, he might have passed peacefully. But greed has its price."  

    Emperor Changde clearly heard him. Gritting his teeth, he forced out a few words: "Traitor… you… won’t…"  

    "I won’t die well? I know. Save your breath, you’ll need it to savor your final moments."  

    Emperor Changde, enraged, coughed even harder.  

    "Cough… I’ll… kill you… cough… It hurts… it hurts…"  

    Gan Yongfu, heartbroken, rebuked Yue Heng. "Your Highness, this is regicide! How dare you!"  

    "Gan Yongfu, you should know by now how bold I am. As for regicide, you’ll need proof. What I gave you was the real antidote."  

    Gan Yongfu refused to believe it. "If it were the antidote, why would His Majesty be in such agony? It’s not too late, hand over the real antidote now, or… with the crime of regicide on your hands, you won’t fare well."  

    Yue Heng smiled. "Then wait and see how I fare. Summon the physicians."  

    Gan Yongfu’s earlier shouts had gone unanswered, but the moment Yue Heng spoke, someone rushed to obey.  

    Before the physicians arrived, Gan Yongfu struggled to lift Emperor Changde back onto the bed. Yue Heng, meanwhile, sat leisurely, fan in hand, utterly unperturbed.  

    Jiang Lin and the others became mere spectators as Emperor Changde’s pain escalated - from curling into a ball to writhing across the bed, screaming in agony.  

    He tried to curse, but the pain reduced his words to broken, powerless gasps.  

    Gan Yongfu hovered anxiously, glancing repeatedly at the door, afraid to leave Emperor Changde’s side lest Jiang Lin and the others harm him. Sweat dripped from his brow.  

    "Does he look pitiful now?" Yue Heng mused. "But what about those who died at his command? Were they any less pitiful? We didn't witness their final moments, did they suffer like this 'ruler of life and death,' begging for mercy only to be killed without pity?"

    How many innocents had perished by Emperor Changde’s decree? No one had counted, but the deaths of Concubine Li, Wei Su, Su Yuan, and countless soldiers were enough to deem his suffering deserved.  

    Jiang Lin shook his head, unmoved by Emperor Changde’s plight. A wicked man, even in old age, remained wicked—his crimes unchanged.  

    Su Qiao also shook her head, her gaze icy as it rested on Emperor Changde. "I’ll never forget how the Su and Lu families died, over a hundred lives."  

    Wei Yunzhao said nothing, but his thoughts were clear, the death of his father left no room for pity.  

    Only Gan Yongfu objected. "Your Highness, this is Emperor Changde, your father! How can you speak this way?"  

    Yue Heng’s lips curled in mockery.  

    Emperor Changde, resilient despite his agony, still found the strength to curse Yue Heng between coughs. But Yue Heng ignored him, watching him with cold eyes.  

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    "Wait, does your Fifth Brother actually like Miss Yin, or did he just want to free her from her engagement to the former Crown Prince?" Jiang Lin was baffled.

    "The sole Empress, of course it’s true love. Don’t worry, Miss Yin agreed willingly."  

    That was a relief. Jiang Lin didn’t want her jumping from one pit of fire into another, Yin Ji would lose his mind.  

    Now reassured, Jiang Lin’s gossipy side emerged. "Do you know how the Fifth Prince and Miss Yin met? Wait, he’s always holed up in his residence, and Yin Feifei is a noble lady. How did they even cross paths?"  

    He eyed Yue Heng skeptically.  

    Yue Heng grinned. "How do you know he never leaves? Before I brought him to your place, did you even know him?"  

    "As for how they met, I’m not sure. Isn’t there a girl in your family who’s close with Miss Yin? Ask her yourself."  

    Jiang Lin understood, the Fifth Prince’s reclusiveness was just an act. Since few knew what he looked like, he could stroll around the capital unnoticed.  

    "So the Fifth Prince has helped you with a lot of things, hasn’t he?" Jiang Lin asked.  

    Yue Heng smiled without answering, but his expression confirmed Jiang Lin’s guess.  

    Wei Yunzhao interjected, "This works out. If Miss Yin agreed willingly, Lord Yin won’t have to worry about her marriage anymore."  

    Yue Heng didn’t comment, fanning himself lazily. "Well, it’s getting late. Susu must be waiting for me to return for dinner. I’ll take my leave."  

    Yue Heng stood, radiating happiness as he prepared to depart.  

    But after a few steps, he turned back. "Oh, I almost forgot, there’ll be more good news in a couple of days. Just wait and see."  

    Jiang Lin and Wei Yunzhao exchanged glances. Jiang Lin called Bai Wei over and sent her to relay a message to Wei Yunjia to visit the Yin family and confirm whether Yin Feifei truly consented.  

    Jiang Lin mused, "Yin Feifei is the real protagonist here. Whoever marries her becomes Emperor. She’s a lucky charm with an enviable fate."  

    Compared to someone truly blessed by fate, Jiang Jinyue and Jiang Rou who had been brainwashed by their systems were nothing.  

    Wei Yunzhao: "Maybe it’s just coincidence."  

    But even he had to admit that every prince who pursued Yin Feifei had imperial ambitions. No matter who ended up on the throne, the Empress’s position would be hers.  

    "As long as the Sixth Prince isn’t lying, Yin Feifei’s marriage is settled. But our girl is still waiting. Once the old Emperor dies, the Eldest Prince will return to the capital. Should we annul the engagement then?"  

    Wei Yunzhao said, "Let’s wait until he returns and let Yunjia decide for herself." From their correspondence, Wei Yunzhao thought the Eldest Prince was a decent man, someone his sister could rely on.  

    But his approval wasn’t enough. His sister’s happiness mattered most.  

    Jiang Lin, playing the overprotective "mother," had many criticisms. "He’s over a decade older than our girl. He’s stationed at the border year-round, are we supposed to let Yunjia suffer the harsh conditions there? Worst of all, the border is so far away. If she’s bullied, we won’t be able to help her."  

    In short, Jiang Lin wasn’t satisfied with the match.  

    Wei Yunzhao chuckled. "Children have their own fortunes. Don’t worry."  

    Jiang Lin rolled his eyes elegantly, making Wei Yunzhao laugh.  

    Two days later, they did receive two pieces of good news.  

    First, Cao Lan'er died in prison, drained of blood by the Bloodbone Worm - a fitting end for the once-mighty Empress, killed by her own cruel methods.  

    But her death went largely unnoticed. After her demotion, she had lost all significance.  

    The second piece of good news: Zhao Qiuru, after taking the antidote Jiang Lin sent, was no longer insane.  

    With Qiu Shui’s guidance, Zhao Qiuru learned many things - her son had been exiled, her daughter was dead, and she remembered being force-fed poisoned medicine by her maids.  

    She also realized the Zhao family’s role in her downfall. Her hatred for them now rivaled her hatred for Jiang Lin.  

    Killing Jiang Lin to avenge her daughter became an obsession, now compounded by her son’s fate. She wanted to tear Jiang Lin apart.  

    Qiu Shui calmly reminded her, "You can take revenge on the Zhao family, no one will stop you. But if you’re still foolish enough to target the Young Master, think about your remaining son first. Or would you rather leave nothing behind?"  

    Zhao Qiuru glanced at Qiu Shui’s belly. "Are you content being a concubine forever? Willing to let Jiang Lin inherit the title?"  

    Qiu Shui smiled gently. "Do you know why I’m still alive? Because I know my place. I know what I want and who not to cross. Madam, you’re smarter than me. Don’t you understand the situation yet?"  

    Zhao Qiuru did understand, she just refused to accept it.  

    Finally, she conceded. "If I do as Jiang Lin wants, will he spare my Hui’er?"  

    Qiu Shui nodded. "The Young Master doesn’t harm the innocent. And remember, this is your revenge, not his. Don’t confuse the two."  

    Zhao Qiuru laughed bitterly. "I see." The times had changed. Jiang Lin was no longer the weakling she could bully.  

    Qiu Shui: "As long as you understand."  

    Soon after, the capital was abuzz again - the Zhao family’s estate had burned down.  

    Half the compound was destroyed. Strangely, all the servants survived unscathed, while the Zhao family members suffered - some disfigured, others severely burned.  

    Only two died: the wife of the Zhao family’s eldest son, and the insane wife of the Anyang Bo, which was also a member of the Zhao family.  

    The fire ruined the Zhao family. Even with only two deaths, the disfigurement and burns meant they could never hold office again. Their hideous faces would haunt them forever.  

    True to her Zhao blood, Zhao Qiuru knew exactly how to make them suffer worse than death.  

    This was their own karma, no one pitied them.  

    The Zhao family’s downfall confirmed what the system had told Jiang Lin, this world was now truly the side characters’ world. The original protagonists and their beneficiaries would vanish.  

    Only the deposed Crown Prince and the Emperor Changde remained.  

    Two days later, Emperor Changde publicly announced his abdication in favor of the Fifth Prince, Yue Cheng, and summoned the Eldest Prince back to the capital.  

    That night, Yue Heng sent for Jiang Lin, Wei Yunzhao, and Su Qiao to enter the palace.

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Chapter 97  

    Although the Fifth Prince's mother came from a humble background, she was still one of the Emperor's concubines. While she couldn’t compare in other aspects, at least in terms of food, the Fifth Prince was slightly better off than the Sixth Prince, who had been deliberately suppressed by Cao Lan'er. He could at least eat his fill, even if the meals weren’t particularly good.  

    As a child, Yue Heng took medicine far more often than he ate a full meal. Under Cao Lan'er’s indulgence, it was normal for him to go hungry or only half-full - as long as he didn’t starve to death.  

    Once, he was even pushed into the water by a eunuch for making a fuss about being hungry and demanding food. The Fifth Prince happened to pass by with his attendants and rescued him. That was how the two brothers truly got to know each other.  

    Because his mother’s status was low, the Fifth Prince and his mother had also suffered their share of bullying. Knowing how bitter that felt, seeing Yue Heng in an even more pitiable state stirred compassion in his young heart, and he took on the responsibility of looking after his younger brother.  

    His main method was digging a hole outside Yue Heng’s secluded palace quarters and secretly giving him half of his own meals every day. Yue Heng would sneak out at midnight to eat. No matter how miserable those days were, he truly survived that hardest period thanks to the food his Fifth Brother sent him.  

    Human memory is strange, some things are forgotten, while others remain deeply etched. 

    Yue Heng would never forget the image of himself as a child, crouching by that small hole in the wall, wolfing down cold rice and leftovers.  

    And so, he also clearly remembered the kindness his Fifth Brother had shown him.  

    Yue Heng was clever, and the Fifth Prince was no fool either - otherwise, their hole-digging and food-smuggling operation would have been discovered long ago.  

    When Yue Heng began learning martial arts from his uncle and started building his own influence, he developed a habit of sending books to the Fifth Prince. Anything he could get his hands on, especially military strategy texts and secretly copied treatises on statecraft.  

    The Fifth Prince vaguely sensed something but maintained a facade of being inarticulate and dull-witted. In private, however, he studied the books Yue Heng sent him thoroughly.  

    When Yue Heng began taking action against Cao Lan'er and her faction, he outright told the Fifth Prince that he wanted him to become Emperor.  

    The Fifth Prince smiled and said, "I thought you’d had that idea for a long time."  

    Yue Heng had indeed considered it early on, but his resolve only strengthened after he began his revenge.  

    Yue Heng remembered his Fifth Brother telling him that being a good Emperor would be difficult, but he was willing to try. He also asked Yue Heng to supervise him - if he ever changed, Yue Heng should depose him and appoint a new ruler.  

    The Fifth Prince said Yue Heng understood things more clearly and knew what he wanted, whereas he feared that after becoming the ruler of the world - an Emperor who held power over life and death, he might lose his true self, having grown up under the shadow of power struggles.  

    At that moment, Yue Heng felt certain his Fifth Brother would make a good Emperor because he knew exactly what kind of person he was.  

    Yue Heng also knew he himself didn’t want to be Emperor but could assist his Fifth Brother. Dayue would surely thrive under their joint rule.  

    Most importantly, his Fifth Brother had suffered enough from being bullied by palace eunuchs and maids and had witnessed the vile schemes of harem women fighting for favor. He would never let his own children suffer the same fate or allow his concubines to resort to such ruthless tactics.  

    "But where there are people, there will be conflict and competition. When the Fifth Prince is busy with state affairs, can he really monitor his harem daily to stop women from vying for favor?"  

    The Sixth Prince wasn’t much of a storyteller either. Though Jiang Lin sensed the deep brotherly bond, he was skeptical of the last part. With a harem full of women, the drama would be endless.  

    "True, so Fifth Brother decided he’ll only have an Empress, just one woman in the harem. If she wants to argue, she’ll have to quarrel with him. But as married couples know, fights between husband and wife are always settled by bedtime."  

    Yue Heng even winked suggestively at Jiang Lin and Wei Yunzhao.  

    Jiang Lin: "...Sixth Prince, you sure know a lot."  

    Yue Heng wore a confident and proud expression. "I’ve done my research. If things aren’t settled by bedtime, it’s definitely the man’s fault."  

    His gaze shifted between Jiang Lin and Wei Yunzhao, tinged with envy. "With a pair like you, if one can’t manage, the other can step in. It’ll definitely work out."  

    Jiang Lin: "..." He knows way too much.  

    So Jiang Lin decisively shattered Yue Heng’s fantasy. "Bedtime can wait. Has my Su Qiao even agreed to marry you?"  

    A critical hit - Yue Heng visibly deflated.  

    Unlike Jiang Lin, who only knew how to mock the Sixth Prince, Wei Yunzhao was kinder and steered the conversation back to the Fifth Prince. "Has the Fifth Prince truly decided to have only an Empress?"  

    "Of course," Yue Heng answered firmly. "He’s even chosen his Empress."  

    Jiang Lin and Wei Yunzhao exchanged glances, impressed by the speed but also full of questions. "Who?"  

    "You know her, the Yin family’s daughter, the one formerly betrothed to the Crown Prince."  

    Not only did this bunch of brothers all have their eyes on the Yin family’s daughter, but now that they’d taken the Crown Prince’s position, they were also taking his intended bride?  

    Yue Heng explained: "When the old man wanted to name Fifth Brother as Crown Prince, he was reluctant at first. The old man told him to name his conditions, and Fifth Brother said he’d taken a liking to a girl, who just happened to be the former Crown Prince’s fiancee. To keep the throne from falling into my hands, the old man had no choice but to grant this small request. He issued a separate decree betrothing Yin Feifei to Fifth Brother as Crown Princess."  

    Jiang Lin: "..."  

    Wei Yunzhao: "..."  

    It was hard to decide whose move was more outrageous.  

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    Jiang Lin grumbled at Wei Yunzhao, who countered, “Did you enjoy it, wife?”  

    Jiang Lin couldn’t deny it and nodded honestly, earning Wei Yunzhao’s bold reply: “Then this husband dares to do it again.”  

    Jiang Lin refused to back down. “Then let’s continue tonight, kiss all you want.”  

    Wei Yunzhao suddenly laughed, squeezing Jiang Lin’s palm. “Kissing my wife could never be enough.”  

    The words nearly made Jiang Lin mentally add: Of course not, I’m very kissable. His smug expression said it all. Wei Yunzhao pulled him into an embrace. “Wife, I adore you.”  

    Jiang Lin noted that this newly initiated man was especially clingy today - even coquettish, and he loved it, indulging him without restraint.  

    The carriage soon arrived at Anyang Bofu. Hand in hand, the inseparable couple disembarked and entered the manor. Unlike before, the steward now treated Jiang Lin with utmost respect, fearful of slighting him.  

    Anyang Bo, informed of their return, rushed out to greet them with equal enthusiasm.  

    He already knew about the marriage and wanted to ask why Jiang Lin hadn’t told him, but he feared upsetting him. Fortunately, Wei Yunzhao stepped in, explaining and presenting prepared gifts, successfully placating Anyang Bo.  

    Then, Anyang Bo eagerly shared his good news, he was going to have another son.  

    The irresponsible Anyang Bo even went so far as to call Qiu Shui, wanting Jiang Lin to meet his unborn brother.  

    Jiang Lin’s expression was indescribable, suspecting the man had lost his mind from excessive baby-making.  

    Before Qiu Shui arrived, Jiang Lin asked, “Do you plan to give her a status?”  

    “Her” referred to Qiu Shui. Anyang Bo, thinking he understood Jiang Lin’s concern, assured him, “Lin’er, don’t worry. I won’t let anyone challenge your position as heir. Though this child is my late-life son, I’ll dote on him, but I know my limits. What isn’t his, he’ll never covet.”  

    Regardless of the child’s gender, the age gap alone made it no threat. Besides, Jiang Lin didn’t care about the heirship.  

    Jiang Lin decided to drop it and ask Qiu Shui directly.  

    Qiu Shui soon arrived, politely greeting them. Anyang Bo lavished praise on her, gazing fondly at her belly - clearly overjoyed about the child.  

    Qiu Shui, now carrying a motherly aura, indulged him before requesting a private word with Jiang Lin. Anyang Bo, pleased by her coaxing, agreed readily and even dragged Wei Yunzhao out for a game of chess.  

    Once alone, Qiu Shui knelt before Jiang Lin, who waited silently.  

    Qiu Shui said, “This humble one begs the heir to watch over my child in the future.”  

    Jiang Lin motioned for her to rise. “If that’s all, speak standing.”  

    “Yes.” Qiu Shui stood respectfully. “I know my status is lowly, and having a child is already a blessing. I dare not presume beyond my station. But I’m of humble origins, and the Master Bo is old. I fear no one will properly raise my child, hence my plea.”  

    “Is that all?” Jiang Lin studied her.  

    “I also fear this child may not survive,” Qiu Shui admitted warily.  

    Jiang Lin pressed, “Explain.”  

    Qiu Shui confessed what she’d overheard: “Some time ago, I heard Madam’s maid say she wasn’t truly mad, she was poisoned into insanity. The poison was given by Second Young Master.”  

    This aligned with Jiang Lin’s suspicions, he’d long suspected Jiang Zhen.  

    “But the poison came from the Zhao family, to retaliate for Madam’s schemes against the Wei family. I fear the Zhao family may target my child.”  

    Jiang Lin knew the Zhao family was petty and ruthless, but this still surprised him.  

    He asked, “If Zhao Qiuru stops taking the medicine, will she recover?”  

    Qiu Shui replied, “She seems better off it, but after so long drugged and confined, even if not truly mad, she’s nearly there.”  

    Fair enough. But Jiang Lin wanted to stir trouble.  

    Neither the Zhao family nor Zhao Qiuru were good people. He wouldn’t act directly, but he’d give Zhao Qiuru a chance to turn on them - let dogs bite dogs.  
[狗咬狗 (gǒu yǎo gǒu): lit. Dogs biting dogs; fig. Iinfighting among villains.  

    Zhao Qiuru had some wits when not insane.  

    Jiang Lin said, “As long as you harbor no delusions, I’ll help guide your child. Tomorrow, I’ll send medicine. Find a way to ‘cure’ Zhao Qiuru and tell her what the Zhao family did.”  

    Qiu Shui understood immediately. She bowed. “The heir need not worry. This humble one will ensure it’s done.”  

    Jiang Lin left to watch Wei Yunzhao’s chess game with Anyang Bo.  

    Qiu Shui watched his retreating figure, relieved she’d never overstepped. After all, Jiang Lin was someone who dared to oppose the Emperor.

    But with the heir’s promise, her child would have a better future. That was enough.  

    Returning to the Wei mansion, Jiang Lin and Wei Yunzhao found a disheveled Yue Heng at the gates.  

    Inviting him in, Jiang Lin asked curiously, “Your Highness, were you chased by dogs too?”  

    Yue Heng sat, gulped down water, and panted, “Worse than dogs. This prince never knew those wheezing old ministers could run so fast! A trained youth like me was nearly cornered.”  

    The reason for the chase was obvious.  

    “The decree was announced?”  

    Yue Heng brightened. “The crown prince was named today. The old man said he’ll abdicate to Fifth Brother tomorrow before the court. Then, he’ll be the rightful successor.”  

    Wei Yunzhao poured him more water. “But it’s all Your Highness’s doing.”  

    Jiang Lin asked, “Your Highness, why the Fifth Prince?”  

    Yue Heng smirked. “Because when you can’t repay lifesaving and upbringing debts, you can give a throne.”  

    He then asked, “Aren’t you curious about my history with Fifth Brother?”  

    Since he was volunteering, Jiang Lin gestured for him to proceed.  

    Yue Heng began dramatically, “It all started years ago, when this prince was a starving child…”  

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   "Lin’er, you’ve offended His Majesty deeply. If this Fifth Prince decides to act on some deathbed decree against you, you’ll be in serious trouble!"  

    "Alright, alright, calm down," Jiang Lin soothed. "The Fifth Prince ascending the throne isn’t a bad thing."  

    Ever since Yue Heng brought him to their wedding banquet last night, Jiang Lin and Wei Yunzhao had their suspicions - especially since the Fifth Prince was nothing like the rumors suggested. Combined with Yue Heng’s prior mention of having already chosen the next heir, it wasn’t hard to guess: that person was the Fifth Prince, Yue Cheng.  

    "What do you mean?" Zhou Chengwang sensed something amiss but couldn’t quite grasp it, his eyes wide with confusion.  

    Jiang Lin said, "Put it this way, how do you know he wasn’t willingly preparing the throne for someone else?"  

    And that "someone else" was clearly the Fifth Prince.  

    "So… from the beginning, the Sixth Prince intended for the Fifth Prince to take the throne?" Zhou Chengwang’s face looked shocked.  

    Jiang Lin nodded with a faint smile. "Most likely. Anyway, it’s a matter between those two brothers, outsiders like use can’t interfere."  

    Zhou Chengwang wanted to argue, this was the imperial throne! The victor would become the most exalted figure in the world. Countless people would kill for this throne, how could it possibly concern just two people?  

    But then again, with the palace now firmly under the Sixth Prince’s control and most court officials aligned with him, the decision of who ascended the throne really did rest with those two brothers - no, more accurately, with the Sixth Prince alone.  

    Seeing Jiang Lin and Wei Yunzhao’s composed expressions, Zhou Chengwang suddenly felt indignant. "You knew all along, didn’t you?" 

    Zhou Chengwang grabbed Jiang Lin’s shoulders and shook him, accusing, “Lin’er, are we still good brothers or not? How could you keep such a big matter from us!”  

    Jiang Lin pushed his hands away. “We only had suspicions after meeting the Fifth Prince last night. Before that, we only knew the Sixth Prince wouldn’t ascend the throne, he never revealed who he intended to push forward.”  

    Zhou Chengwang reluctantly accepted this explanation but remained curious about the Sixth Prince’s motives. “Why doesn’t the Sixth Prince just become emperor himself? He’s young, smart, and capable. He’d clearly make a wise ruler.”  

    Jiang Lin said, “Perhaps there’s something more important than the throne for him to do.”  

    Zhou Chengwang couldn’t think of anything more important than the imperial throne.  

    Jiang Lin kindly gave him a hint. “Regicide.”  

    Zhou Chengwang shuddered in fright, nearly falling off his chair.  

    “Th-that’s far too bold.”  

    Jiang Lin asked, “You’ve heard about Concubine Li’s story, haven’t you?”  

    Zhou Chengwang nodded dumbly.  

    Jiang Lin explained, “The Sixth Prince has lain low for years, pretending to be a sickly weakling all this time, all to avenge Concubine Li. Because in his heart, she was far more important than the throne.”  

    To many people, Concubine Li merely gave birth to the Sixth Prince and never raised him, hardly worth abandoning the throne for revenge.  

    But to Yue Heng, his mother’s inability to raise him was forced upon her, and she never had the chance. Yet Concubine Li never forgot her child, doing everything in her power before her death to pave his way. Under those circumstances, it was all she could do.  

    Yue Heng was a man of deep sentiment, clear in gratitude and grudges. He knew exactly what he wanted.  

    After hearing Jiang Lin’s analysis, Zhou Chengwang felt both admiration and pity for the Sixth Prince.  

    Jiang Lin didn’t share the sentiment. “We can’t bring the dead back to life, and that’s regrettable. But we’ve done all we can, and we still remember them. That’s enough.”  

    Zhou Chengwang’s emotions shifted quickly. He slung an arm over Jiang Lin’s shoulders. “Little Lin’er, you’ve got quite the clear head.”  

    Jiang Lin took a sip of porridge and gestured for Zhou Chengwang to look aside. When Zhou Chengwang turned, he saw Wei Yunzhao staring straight at him, his eyes practically spelling out the words “asking for a beating.”  

    Zhou Chengwang instinctively retracted his arm and immediately bolted, fleeing as if chased by a dog - just like when he’d arrived.  

    Jiang Lin found it amusing. He beckoned to Wei Yunzhao. “Husband, jealous?”  

    “Yes,” Wei Yunzhao admitted shamelessly, scooting his chair closer. “Wife, I’m eating vinegar.”  
[吃醋 (chī cù): lit. to eat vinegar; fig. to be jealous (romantic context).

    Jiang Lin nodded. “I noticed. And?”  

    Wei Yunzhao pointed to his cheek. “I need my wife’s comfort to cheer up.”  

    Jiang Lin scooped a spoonful of porridge and fed it to Wei Yunzhao, who obediently ate it but seemed puzzled by the gesture.  

    Jiang Lin explained, “I’ve eaten from this bowl, and this is my spoon. So, in a way, this counts as an indirect kiss.”  

    Wei Yunzhao pondered for a moment, then quickly grasped the idea and took it further - he picked up a grape, bit it in half, and fed the other half to Jiang Lin.  

    Just as Jiang Lin was about to praise his quick learning, Wei Yunzhao leaned in with the other half of a grape between his teeth, his intention unmistakable.  

    Jiang Lin glanced around and noticed the maids had already discreetly vanished, tactfully giving them privacy for their meal-time affection.  

    How could they waste such consideration? Jiang Lin turned and caught the other half of the grape with his lips, their noses bumping in the process.  

    Lunch took far longer than expected. By the time they left, their lips were red and slightly swollen - proof of either excessive force or prolonged kissing.  

    The maids watched their retreating figures, whispering in admiration and excitement, “The young master and his wife are so loving.”  

    The affectionate couple, however, felt a bit embarrassed. Walking around with such obvious evidence of daytime mischief was rather mortifying. 

Transmigrated As Cannon Fodder To Marry Chapter 96 Part 1

Chapter 96  

    The day after the wedding night always leaves one somewhat exhausted.  

    Jiang Lin suspected that Wei Yunzhao might have abstained for too long before. After all, he was already in his twenties. Having tasted intimacy for the first time, he wanted his fill, and so, just as Jiang Lin had once praised him, he was exceptionally vigorous.  

    The number of positions they tried was beside the point; the main issue was that Jiang Lin nearly couldn’t get out of bed the next day.  

    He considered himself strong and healthy, usually capable of taking on ten men at once without issue. How could he almost be rendered immobile after a night of - well, he hadn’t kept count one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight… or however many rounds of bedroom activities? Especially since all he had to do was lie there without exerting any effort.  

    Jiang Lin was deeply puzzled.  

    However, seeing Wei Yunzhao also looking somewhat drained gave him a sliver of comfort.  

    Though Jiang Lin suspected Wei Yunzhao was likely pretending out of fear of angering him.  

    Wei Yunzhao clutched the area over his kidneys, sitting on the edge of the bed as he praised Jiang Lin, "Madam was truly formidable last night, leaving your husband unable to stop. Today, I'm quite weakened."  

    Jiang Lin lay in bed, glaring coldly. "Well, today I’ve learned something new. First time hearing ‘unable to stop’ used as a compliment."  

    Wei Yunzhao smiled ingratiatingly. "It’s my lack of sophistication and poor way with words. Please forgive me."  

    He helped Jiang Lin sit up, letting him rest his head against his shoulder as he massaged Jiang Lin’s waist. Jiang Lin nuzzled Wei Yunzhao’s neck and let out a few soft grumbles.  

    Physical discomfort led to a foul mood, and a foul mood naturally meant taking it out on the culprit.  

    Jiang Lin earnestly suggested, "From now on, we should practice moderation. Overdoing it in one go is hard to recover from, easily leads to exhaustion, and most importantly it borrows happiness from the future."  

    "You wouldn’t want to find yourself… struggling too soon, would you?"  

    Of course, Wei Yunzhao didn’t want that - no, rather, he was certain such a situation would never arise.  

    But for now, he had to agree with his wife. "Everything as you say, wife. Your word is law."  

    Jiang Lin was somewhat satisfied with this answer and directed Wei Yunzhao to switch sides - both ached.  

    "We didn’t inform Anyang Bofu about our marriage. Should we go back today?"  

    Anyang Bofu was now sparsely populated. Jiang Jinyue was dead, Jiang Zhen had been exiled - who knew if he’d even survive, Jiang Hui was studying at the academy and rarely returned, and Zhao Qiuru had lost her mind. Strictly speaking, only Anyang Bo himself remained as the sole proper master of the family.  

    Anyang Bo eagerly awaited Jiang Lin’s return to bring glory to Anyang Bofu, but Jiang Lin who held grudges and had no intention of indulging him, rarely visiting.  

    However, marriage was different. By etiquette, they ought to make a trip to announce the happy news.  

    Not inviting them yesterday could still be explained by the fact that Jiang Lin was already part of the Wei family - it wouldn’t have been appropriate to involve his maternal relatives in the wedding. But if they didn’t visit today, it might invite gossip.  

    Fewer troubles were always better. Jiang Lin huffed and said, "Then we’ll go back in the afternoon. By the way, Chang’an mentioned earlier that Qiushui is pregnant, we might as well ask my so-called father how he plans to handle it."  

    Jiang Lin had been quite surprised when he first heard the news. Who would’ve thought that his nominal father was still so virile at his age, capable of impregnating a concubine?  

    Before the pregnancy, Qiushui had been content as a favored concubine. But with a child on the way, her ambitions would inevitably change, especially since Zhao Qiuru - the legal wife, had lost her mind. Jiang Lin wanted to hear Qiushui’s thoughts and gauge Anyang Bo’s stance.  

    "Alright, I’ll have the housekeeper prepare some gifts to bring along. Feeling better now?" Wei Yunzhao continued massaging Jiang Lin’s waist even as they discussed other matters.  

    "Passable," Jiang Lin murmured, the soothing motions making him drowsy.  

    Wei Yunzhao helped him lie back down. "Sleep a little longer. I’ll stay with you."  

    "Mmm." Jiang Lin barely managed a response before sinking into deep slumber.  

    By the time he woke again, it was well past noon. He felt much more refreshed, and the soreness in his waist had eased.  

    Wei Yunzhao had already instructed the maids to prepare lunch - light, easily digestible dishes. "After we eat, we’ll head to Anyang Bofu," he said.  

    Jiang Lin had just sat down and picked up his bowl, the first spoonful of porridge not yet reaching his lips, when Zhou Chengwang burst in as if chased by dogs. "Lin’er, something’s happened!"  

    Jiang Lin set down his spoon and straightened. "What is it?"  

    Zhou Chengwang plopped onto the seat beside him. "My father received word, His Majesty issued a decree today deposing the Crown Prince!"  

    That was clearly good news, so Zhou Chengwang couldn’t have rushed over just for that. Jiang Lin pressed, "And then?"  

    "Then naturally, a new Crown Prince was appointed. Guess who it is? That Fifth Prince who stays holed up in his residence all day, never stepping foot outside! Not only did His Majesty name the Fifth Prince as Crown Prince, but he also announced his intention to abdicate in his favor!"  

    Zhou Chengwang was practically frantic. "The decree's already drafted, what do we do now?"  

    Yet instead of sharing his panic, Jiang Lin and Wei Yunzhao… smiled.  

    Zhou Chengwang grew even more agitated. "What kind of reaction is this?! The Sixth Prince schemed for years, only to hand the throne to someone else on a silver platter! You two are close with the Sixth Prince, how can you laugh at a time like this?"  

 

Transmigrated As Cannon Fodder To Marry Chapter 95 Part 2


    The Ninth Day of the Ninth Month, in the sixth year of Emperor Changde reign was considered auspicious day for weddings, betrothals, and bedchamber rites.  

    The Wei mansion blazed with red lanterns and double-happiness symbols. Servants bustled about as Jiang Lin and Wei Yunzhao were moved out of their room at dawn. It was going to be converted into a bridal chamber.  

    The grooms, now idle, first ambled to the kitchen for breakfast before being separated into different rooms to prevent pre-wedding clinginess.  

    With nothing else to do, each was handed a book for "evening studies."  

  Jiang Lin flipped through the contents and found it different from the two he had seen before, proving that these fire-avoidance illustrations came in many varieties, and the market was vast enough to be a lucrative venture.  
[fire-avoidance illustrations ((避火图): a type of erotic art/painting used in ancient China, primarily during the Ming (1368–1644) and Qing (1644–1912) dynasties]

    Though they weren’t allowed to meet, no one said they couldn’t engage in other mischief. Hearing a knock from the next room, Jiang Lin leaned out the window just as Wei Yunzhao poked his head out and tossed a paper ball at him.  

    Jiang Lin unfolded it to find the words: "My wife, are the fire-avoidance illustrations to your liking?"  

    Finding no paper or brush in his room, Jiang Lin called for someone to bring him some, scribbled a reply, and tossed it back. The exchange continued until a small pile of crumpled paper balls accumulated between them.  

    Living under the same roof had spared them the bridal procession, but the wait felt agonizingly long. Finally, when close friends arrived to offer congratulations, they were urged into their wedding robes, adorned with golden crowns, and led out of their rooms.  

    A maid waited at the door with a red silk ribbon. Jiang Lin and Wei Yunzhao each took an end and walked side by side into the main hall.  

    The crimson wedding robes suited them perfectly. With no veils to obscure their faces, the two young and handsome men wore smiles as servants along the way murmured praises about how well-matched the young master and his bride were.  

    At the head of the hall sat Madam Wei on one side and the ancestral tablet of Wei Su on the other, flanked by Wei family members and guests.  

    The housekeeper stood nearby and announced loudly, "The auspicious hour has arrived! The newlyweds shall bow to heaven and earth!"  

    "First, bow to heaven and earth!"  

    "Second, bow to the ancestors!"  

    "Third, bow to each other as husband and husband! Escort them to the bridal chamber!"  

    Amidst the guests’ cheers, the two were swept into the bridal chamber, still holding the red silk ribbon.  

    Neither being women, they didn’t need to sit and wait in the chamber. After completing the rituals, they stepped out to toast the guests.  

    Zhou Chengwang and Du Yuling were the rowdiest of the bunch, immediately pulling them aside for drinks. Zhou Chengwang whispered to Jiang Lin while urging Du Yuling to keep Wei Yunzhao’s cup full, "Don’t worry, once we get that Wei fellow drunk, you’ll be the one in charge tonight. You know what I mean."  

    Jiang Lin smirked. "Xiao Wangzi, seems you and Xiao Lingzi have made quick progress. You already know about ‘taking charge,’ has he been bullying you often?"  

    Their relationship had already been acknowledged. With their families neither expecting greatness nor heirs from them, aside from a beating, things had gone smoothly.  

    Zhou Chengwang made a bitter face and launched into complaints about Du Yuling’s tyranny. "He’s downright shameless! Do you know how many fire-avoidance illustrations he bought? Every single variation sold on the streets, he got one of each! And he had the nerve to say we’d try every position! Since when was he such a beast?"  

    "Well, now you know. I appreciate the thought, but don’t worry, when your wedding comes, I’ll bring Wei Yunzhao to get him drunk so you can take charge."  

    Zhou Chengwang brightened immediately. "Lin’er, I knew you were my best friend! I’ll tell my parents to prepare the wedding right away, I need to marry that beast Du Yuling as soon as possible!"  

    Jiang Lin humored him, and Zhou Chengwang, convinced of their unshakeable brotherhood, showered him with blessings until his words nearly tripped over themselves.  

    Jiang Lin thanked him, then added, "If you really consider us brothers, go talk your man into drinking less with Wei Yunzhao. I still have a wedding night to attend to, and trust me... I don’t need him drunk to handle him."  

    Successfully persuaded, Zhou Chengwang dragged Du Yuling away.  

    The remaining guests were mostly military men Wei Yunzhao had befriended, along with his subordinates. Jiang Lin spotted the beggar gang leader Wang San, clearly part of the "Number Squad" alongside Xun Qi and Chu Ba.  

    Wang San stood and raised his cup. "Young Master, Young Madam, Wang San toasts you. May your union be blessed and everlasting."  

    Wei Yunzhao clinked cups with him. "Thank you."  

    "Young Master, I, Wang San, never backed the wrong man. You kept every promise, and I’ll follow you forever. And Young Madam, you’re a force to be reckoned with. I salute you both!"  

    They drank again, but Wang San seemed ready for a third round. Jiang Lin glanced at the table, where Xun Qi kept his head down while Chu Ba eagerly raised his cup, clearly planning a relay to get them drunk.  

    Jiang Lin grinned. "Aren’t you worried if your Young Master’s too drunk to perform tonight?"  

    Chu Ba, quick-tongued, waggled his brows. "Isn’t that what you’re here for, Madam?"  

    Jiang Lin looped his arm through Wei Yunzhao’s. "Oh no, some things are only fun with two. Right, husband?"  

    Wei Yunzhao’s silent glance made Chu Ba instantly backpedal. "A toast from the whole table! No more drinks!"  

    As they moved on, Jiang Lin overheard Xun Qi and Wang San scolding Chu Ba for folding too fast—to which Chu Ba retorted that he’d rather "read the room" than face Wei Yunzhao’s morning training sessions.  

    The once-crippled Young Master had resumed his dawn martial drills, often dragging his subordinates into sparring matches they invariably lost. Chu Ba gingerly touched his face, his "delicate looks" couldn’t afford a single bruise.  

    The toasts continued until they reached Yue Heng’s table, where an unfamiliar man sat beside him.  

    Refined as jade, the stranger exuded an air of quiet nobility that belied his unremarkable reputation. Before Yue Heng could introduce him, the man spoke.  

    "I am Yue Cheng. Forgive my uninvited presence, and accept my congratulations on your divine union, harmonized as qin and se."  
[harmonized as qin and se (琴瑟和谐, qín sè héxié): describes perfect harmony between spouses or partners, likening their bond to the seamless duet of two ancient Chinese zithers (qin and se), which symbolize balanced yin-yang unity in Confucian tradition]

    Yue Cheng. 

    The name confirmed Jiang Lin and Wei Yunzhao’s suspicion, this was the fifth prince, the lowborn, reclusive, and allegedly inconsequential son.  

    Yet one look at him shattered those rumors. This was no man destined for obscurity.  

    "Thank you, Your Highness," they replied, drinking in acknowledgment.  

    Yue Heng then raised his cup. "To my elder brothers, a match made by heaven, united till white-haired age!"  

    The "brothers" title was presumptuous, but on their wedding day, Jiang Lin and Wei Yunzhao let it slide. Whether the claim held would depend on Su Qiao’s feelings.  

    Most guests were peers, as elders had sent gifts without attending. By the time the last guest departed, the moon hung high - perfect for a bridal chamber.  

    Wine awaited them inside, and the wedding bed lay prepared.  

    The crimson cups chimed softly as they linked arms and drank.  

    A breeze stirred the candlelight, casting a rosy glow on their faces.  

    Wei Yunzhao pulled Jiang Lin close. "Wife, I’ve waited long for this day."  

    "So have I," Jiang Lin replied, his gaze drifting toward the bed.  

    Wei Yunzhao chuckled. "You seem rather eager."  

    "Damn right. Come on—bed, clothes, now."  

    "As my wife commands." Wei Yunzhao lifted him onto the bed.  

    Restraint abandoned, their lips and bodies tangled in fervor. Clothes loosened, then vanished entirely. Jiang Lin groped under the pillow and triumphantly produced the fire-avoidance illustrations stashed there since the night he transmigrated.  

    "Wei Yunzhao, let’s try every pose in here!"  

    "Still calling me by name, wife? Call me husband, and I’ll oblige."  

    Jiang Lin complied without hesitation. "Husband, darling, my good man, let’s go!"  

    Wei Yunzhao could resist no longer. Together, they put the long-hidden fire-avoidance illustrations to thorough use.  

    The room bloomed with spring

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