𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 || 敵の旦那様 (𝐁𝐋) ✔ [COMPLETE]

5. To get wet and dirty

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Decorum and shame have nothing to do with one's survival needs when there's a cockroach wiggling within one's inner garments. Therefore, Fu Lin tore open his skirt, flung it in the air, and ran around like a hoodlum beyond the gates out into the street in his underwear.

However, only Fu Lin was aware of this. To everybody else, he resembled a pervert who was just in a dire need to display their underwear.

General Haoran was so taken aback that he remained as still as a stone. The sounds and hushed whispers from around were what brought him back to his senses.

"Did you see that?"

"Oh dear lord, Our Lord has married a pervert."

"They say like attracts like... What if our General is a pervert too?"

"No way..."

General Haoran's face turned green listening to the blatant slander going around. He gritted his teeth and pointed at the figure in red prancing about and yelled at his soldiers "Get that man back to me".

His subordinates immediately rushed to the rescue, but they were a tad too late in their steps. Fu Lin had already run past the gravel road and was now about to remove his underwear, trying to jump into the river beneath the stone bridge.

"No".

General Haoran experienced for the first time in his life what it was like to lose a lifetime of dignity. If this man removed his underwear, putting his family jewels on display, no amount of explanation could save him from a shameless story of the "Great General's wedding".

His body moved before his brain could fathom it, and he himself was chasing after the half-clothed man across the bridge like a horse that lost its bridle.

When Fu Lin saw that this huge man was chasing after him, did he understand what had actually happened? He had halted his movement toward removing his underwear because the roach had crawled out of his thigh and flown away.

"General!" Fu Lin stuttered, "General, Milord! Your Grace! Please do not kill me; I can explain!"

When he saw that the General was not about to stop his chase, he took off once again.

General Haoran gritted his teeth.

This mosquito bastard!

Was he actually a fool?

Fu Lin changed plans. He'd never be able to survive a day with this man. Life would take a grandiose turn into a plain hellhole if he were to ever live with him-he might have to walk on eggshells every day. He decided he'd jump into the river and swim his way out of it, then live in hiding.

Because the marriage is already complete, his actions wouldn't implicate his empire or people. As long as he remains within the bounds of the Empire of the Blazing Sun, all blame for his notoriety will fall upon his husband, The General.

As Fu Lin's red shoes touched the edge of the bridge, two large hands lifted him off the bridge and whisked him midair. Before he could fall over, he was firmly wrapped up in two strong pairs of arms, after which a rich red wedding robe fell over his open skin, covering his more than half-naked body. The General had removed his outer robe to help the shameless lunatic hide his skin.

Looking at the General's face, who seemed annoyed with the development of this sudden nonsense, Fu Lin felt a bit guilty. But he didn't say anything and continued to dust off the dirt and mud caked on his face after he went rampant on the streets.

"Don't bother," General Haoran said, as he glanced at him.

"Why?"

Was the General perhaps going to do the cleaning for him with his own hands?

"Because the water's going to clean it anyway."

With that, he lifted Fu Lin through the air and dropped him directly onto the river.

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General Haoran did not know why he did it either.

He'd completely and fully intended to wrap the person in his robe and take them back home. But the moment his skin made contact with the mosquito bastard's own, his skin crawled with the same amount of repulsion he once felt when he encountered a viper.

Even so, he still wanted to escort the madman home and salvage what little remnants of dignity he possessed after the freak show his 'husband' just pulled. Until he saw the mosquito bastard's face and was reminded how unappealing a face he had.

Suddenly, all the anger and frustration from earlier rushed to his head, and he'd thrown the man down the bridge. The bridge wasn't all that steep, and the banks of the 'Rui' river had a solid embankment where even a child could swim across to get ashore. The depth of the water was too shallow for somebody to drown even if they were bad swimmers, and the most it could do to a person was give them a common cold due to the indescribably low temperature of the water.

After a few minutes, however, he sent his subordinates to drag the dredging man out of the water, and he was carried into the Zhou household like a limpid fish.

He turned to look at the room that was supposed to be their... nuptial chamber-the room they were expected to spend their first wedding night.

This was the room the mosquito man was currently residing in. Just the thought of that horrendous weakling waiting for him in night clothes to warm his bed made him nauseous.

He wanted to spend the night at his military camp. At least that was what he thought until the Minister of Revenue, who belonged to the inner Imperial Court, began mouthing off unnecessary comments.

"It is almost the hour of the high moon." The Minister smiled, holding his bulging belly in one hand and a wine glass in the other, and asked, "Does the Imperial General not intend to spend the nuptial night at the nuptial Chamber?".

General Haoran glanced at the man with obvious disdain. "No, my groom seems a bit tired after entertaining all the guests present, so I'm about to spend my night at the military camp."

"Entertainment? Oh, you mean the one where he almost displayed his family's tangerines?" The Minister laughed mockingly, with a hint of contempt in his eyes: "He is quite the person; very befitting of you, I must say".

"Befitting?" General Haoran glared at the man. Such an obvious insult. "Where and how does that fool befit me, dear Minister?" There was an edge of threat to his voice.

But the Minister was in his element: "Are you trying to say that you're dissatisfied with His Majesty's decision?"

This was why he hated politicians and politics. They always beat around the bush, move in circles with not an ounce of honesty, and play around with mind and word games. For a straightforward man like Haoran, they were the worst embodiments of human beings.

General Haoran spared him no dignity, saying, "My bedroom affairs and His Imperial Majesty's glory have nothing to do with each other. I owe you neither an explanation nor the health of my eyes, so I hope you won't infect them any longer with your presence. Now if you'll excuse me".

The Minister was seething when some subordinates of the General picked him up and parceled him in a palanquin before he could rouse chaos. General Haoran could no longer evade the wedding night because several people heard the argument between him and the Minister of Revenue and were now anticipating what he'd do.

General Haoran sighed. He wished all politicians would go to hell.

The door of the wedding night chamber closed tightly behind.

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