From Folly to Fortune：I Rewrite My Life After Rebirth!

Wen Nantian was preoccupied with the thought of Lu Yuanfeng and his fiancée, Mu Shuangshuang, being separated by thousands of miles.

But he never imagined that the person he was wary of was not far away, but right under his nose.

Still the same person whom he thought was ugly!

”General, about Zhao Ping, should we still send someone to deal with him?” the Deputy General reported the last question to Wen Nantian.

”Don’t bother with him! That kid has a bad heart; his current situation is his own doing!

He can’t move now, and soon the mountain’s wolves and leopards will drag him away; no one can save him!

However, to his family, still report his death as fallen in battle and issue the court’s condolence payment for him!”

Wen Nantian was a General of the Da Ning Dynasty; he didn’t reach this position for nothing.

Although Zhao Ping deserved his fate, he had served under his command, so giving him the court’s condolence money seemed fair.

”Yes, I follow orders!”

...

Zhao Ping was thrown onto the sand by a group of people, expecting he would be taken away by wolves.

Who knew, when night fell, a shadow would take Zhao Ping, who had been lying there all day without moving or eating, away.

At that moment, Zhao Ping thought he was saved.

Until he was dragged into a ruined temple, and his clothes were stripped off, Zhao Ping realized the seriousness of the situation.

The leading man, dressed in black and wearing a bamboo hat, had an unfamiliar face but was clearly not someone to be trifled with.

”You... you... Who are you?”

Zhao Ping opened his mouth, drooling immediately.

His body started to ache again, and if he could move, he’d want to hit his head and die.

”Who I am doesn’t matter. Just tell me, where did you touch her today?”

The man’s voice was chilling, far from normal.

Zhao Ping, already stripped, shivered with goosebumps in the cold.

In front of this man, he felt like he was in an ice cellar, freezing to the bone.

”You... you... Who are you talking about?”

”That man you think is very ugly!” the man in black asked.

”I...” Zhao Ping tried to say but couldn’t finish a complete sentence.

The man in black lost his patience, quickly drawing a knife that cut through iron like mud.

He held the knife against Zhao Ping’s arm and said, ”In your next life, don’t mess with him!”

With that, like chopping vegetables, the man in black cut off Zhao Ping’s hands.

Blood gushed out, and Zhao Ping’s mouth emitted cries like a bird’s dying lament.

The sound, with the smell of blood, lingered for a long time.

The man in black, with his men, quickly left the ruined temple.

Before leaving, one of his men asked the man in black a few questions: ”Young Master, are you sure you don’t want to go back?

After failing the last assassination attempt, Wen Nantian has tightened his guard, and there might not be another chance to get him!”

”You can go back if you want. Tell that man, although I agreed to help him, he cannot control my thinking!

Also, arrange an identity for me. I want to enter Wen Nantian’s camp.”

The man in black said.

”Young Master, this is too dangerous. If you get caught...”

”Am I the Young Master, or are you?” the man stared fiercely at his men.

No one dared to speak.

They all did as the man in black instructed, carrying out the tasks he’d assigned.

After everyone left, only the man in black and the dead Zhao Ping remained, as the man in black looked toward the military camp.

His hand unconsciously touched his abdomen, where the injury had almost healed thanks to Da Wei’s good medicine.

Yet he couldn’t help but remember the fierce woman who changed his bandages.

Shen Feng vowed that if he had the chance, he’d take her to Da Wei, or rather, take her to see the world.

Because compared to the Imperial Palace, she was better suited for the world!

...

Mu Shuangshuang, after a day’s time, got along well with everyone in the kitchen.

Especially Zheng Damao, the steward, and procurement officer.

The main reason was that Mu Shuangshuang had been selling bean sprouts to Zheng Damao, and now in the camp, she simply helped him cultivate them directly.

Not taking a penny.

Zheng Damao naturally liked her, allowing Mu Shuangshuang to come and go in the kitchen as she pleased.

If there’s one thing not good, it’s that the kitchen men’s cooking was hardly commendable.

When Mu Shuangshuang occasionally cooked, that day’s dish would be devoured by the soldiers.

Fortunately, this day Xing Beichen finally returned from training camp.

He and Mu Shuangshuang were old acquaintances, and seeing each other, were inevitably excited.

Lu Yuanfeng helped them watch the surroundings, while Xing Beichen pointed at Mu Shuangshuang’s face and said, ”Tsk tsk tsk, Shuangshuang, if Fengzi hadn’t told me you turned into this, I wouldn’t believe this is you!

You’re really damn ugly; how did you think of turning yourself into this? Even I lose my appetite looking at you!”

Xing Beichen spoke the truth bluntly.

”I thought you’d just smear some stove ash on, but unexpectedly, you’ve... This really could pass for the real thing!”

Xing Beichen pointed at Mu Shuangshuang’s pitted, extremely ugly face with amazement.

Mu Shuangshuang rolled her eyes heavily, ”Do you think I’m like you? Don’t be silly, this is foolproof!

If you find it ugly, I’m safe; otherwise, do you think I’d dare come here?”

”That’s true! But you are indeed Fengzi’s lucky star; once you came, he returned to training!”

Xing Beichen glanced at Lu Yuanfeng, joking with Mu Shuangshuang.

”Of course I’m Fengzi’s lucky star, but he went back to the training field because of his strength!

Even though you, kid, went to the training camp, you must tuck your tail in and work hard, or when Fengzi surpasses you, I won’t be comforting you when you cry!”

Mu Shuangshuang responded to Xing Beichen.

”This little girl, you’ve got quite the sharp tongue! Whoever marries you must have eight generations’ worth of good luck!”

”Thank you for the compliment! I am going to marry Lu Yuanfeng; he’s the one who has eight generations’ luck marrying me, and I, encountering him!”

Mu Shuangshuang’s words reached Lu Yuanfeng’s ears not far away.

His mouth curled into a warm smile, and his chest, at that moment, felt cozy.

Shuangshuang, what Beichen said is true; I, Lu Yuanfeng, must have had eight generations’ worth of luck to meet you!

”Tsk, tsk, tsk, I don’t want to hear it; you’re just showing off!”

Xing Beichen said.

The term ”showing off” was one Mu Shuangshuang taught; he and Fengzi both understood its meaning.

Hearing this, Mu Shuangshuang couldn’t help but laugh, ”Not only do I want to show off, but I want to kick over your dish! So, work hard and marry Xiao Nan soon!”