The Sickly General's Wife With A Spatial Ability Is Loved By All

Chapter 338: Thirty-Six Stratagems in Military Strategy

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation      Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

‘Did Jin’an honestly say that?’ Su Binglan’s heart was pounding as she wondered whether or not she had heard him right. It seemed like everything was going wrong at that moment.

She felt like she had been hearing things and had gotten struck by lightning. She would have backtracked if she could, but what could she say to salvage the situation?

Su Binglan’s mind went blank, and she did not know what to say. ‘Does he like hearing me talk in my sleep?’

She repeated those words inside, and a sweet and warm feeling arose in her heart. Furthermore, Luo Jin’an’s gaze was gentle at the moment. Perhaps it was because of the night light, but Su Binglan thought it was ambiguous.

She took a deep breath and calmed down, but she could not help but smile. She looked at her husband and blinked. Then she said softly, “So, what do you want to hear me say in my sleep?

Her voice was soft and sweet, like glutinous rice or a feather gently tugging at Luo Jin’an’s heartstrings. She blinked and looked at Luo Jin’an. Her eyes were as clear as flowing water.

This version of Su Binglan differed from her usual self. She was adorable at that moment, making one want to care for her.

Luo Jin’an’s throat rolled, and he said in a low and hoarse voice, “I want to hear everything about you.”

As long as it was related to his wife, he wanted to hear it.

“Sure, I’ll tell you everything in the future?’ Su Binglan smiled sweetly.

Luo Jin’an caressed Su Binglan’s hair gently, then continued to burn the firewood. He had to warm up the brick bed because the weather was cold. After all, he could not let his wife get sick.

Su Binglan seemed to have thought of something, so she got up and went to the courtyard. She picked a leaf from the tree and then returned with it. Then she sat next to Luo Jin’an, placed the leaf to her mouth, and blew on it.

A melodic tone sounded in the night. As Su Binglan blew on the leaf, it was as if she had returned to the front of the general’s residence. It was just like before Wei Jin’an went to war, and Lan Ruobing was blowing the leaf at his door.

The tune sounded the same; even Su Binglan felt it was bizarre. She played the song from her dream, and it felt highly familiar. It was as if she had done it countless times.

When she placed the leaf by her lips, she could not help but play a tune.

Luo Jin’an had been burning firewood and putting it into the stove. When he suddenly heard Su Binglan playing that song, his body shook, and his hands stopped moving.

Even bits of firewood burning in the stove fell out, but Luo Jin’an did not know what was happening. His face was pale as he turned to look at Su Binglan, opened his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, “D-Do you remember?”

His eyes looked like they were full of suppressed emotions. At that moment, the suppressed emotions in his eyes were about to flow out like a flood. Still, he restrained himself and asked her that question hoarsely.

He could not think at all. It was like he had traveled through time and returned to the past. Luo Jin’an asked his wife that question out of instinct.

Su Binglan’s heart started to tremble when she heard her husband’s question. She had revealed some answers, and Luo Jin’an already knew who she was.

Su Binglan put down the leaf and went silent before saying, “No, but I know who I am. So, I want to hear you tell me who you are.”

She was only testing Luo Jin’an a little. After that, she finally gathered the courage to ask that of him. However, she did not know if he would respond.

The air was tranquil. Only crackling firewood from under the brick bed and the couple’s light breathing sounded.

Su Binglan remained quiet and patient. If Luo Jin’an did not want to talk about those things, she would not force him because she already knew his identity. She only wanted to hear it from him.

Silence remained in the air, but after a long time, Luo Jin’an finally responded, “Wei Jin’an.”

Su Binglan’s body shook.

Luo Jin’an added, “That was my previous name.”

Even though Su Binglan already knew who she was, her heart still trembled when she heard him say it aloud. Many people from Chu Country knew the surname Wei and probably also knew Wei Jin’an because that was young General Wei’s name.

He was the legendary war god of Chu Country, and there were many legends about him. Everyone knew the Wei family army had been annihilated, and the young General Wei had died.

However, he was alive and well in front of Su Binglan. She did not know why at that moment, but she had the urge to cry. Her heart sank when she saw Luo Jin’an’s depressed expression.

She adjusted her emotions and wanted to say many things but did not know what to say. After a while, she smiled brightly at Luo Jin’an and said, “You’re still alive. That’s great.

“I don’t know what you’ve experienced in the past, but I won’t ask. You can tell me one day if you want. I will still help and support you, no matter what you want to do.”

Su Binglan didn’t know why she wanted to say that, but it was the most sincere thought she had at the moment. She wanted to do this to protect him.

Luo Jin’an had experienced many hardships and created many legends in the past, but he got them from much bloodshed and injuries. They were evident from the scars on his body.

Su Binglan’s words touched Luo Jin’an’s heart. He did not expect her to say such a thing and gently reached out to hug Su Binglan.

“I said I would be your big tree. I’ll protect you.” This time, he wanted to protect her.

Su Binglan felt bitter-sweet as her husband hugged her. She wanted to cry. “I’ll protect you too.”

The couple had much to say but did not know what to say.

Su Binglan was currently in Luo Jin’an’s arms and thought she had to work hard to become stronger. Only then could she help and truly protect him.

After a while, she collected herself and got out of Luo Jin’an’s embrace. “I’m going to write something.” She stood up and went into a room as she spoke.

She sat before the desk, lit the candle, picked up a charcoal pen, and started writing the thirty-six stratagems of Sun Zi’s military tactics. She believed it would be helpful to Luo Jin’an. It was a victory that was hidden from the world.

Su Binglan had written down all her stories so that Luo Jin’an could understand.

After Luo Jin’an finished warming up the brick bed, he put the fallen firewood back in and went into the inner room. He was curious about what Su Binglan was writing.

Although curious, Luo Jin’an respected his wife and did not peak over. “It’s already so late,” he said softly, “If there’s anything, you can write it tomorrow. Have a good rest first..”