The transmigrated wife is crazy and ruthless.

Chapter 133 Burning the Letter

After completing the three tasks, Leng Feng stood outside the tent and firmly instructed his men: "Deliver this letter to Commander Li Keyong's tent, and make sure to hand it to him personally."

After receiving the order, his subordinate quickly disappeared into the morning mist. Leng Feng knew that this letter held immense significance for Li Keyong. Although Qiu Ziyue was far away, she always remembered those who had helped and protected her.

Inside the tent, Li Keyong was sitting at his desk reading military reports when he suddenly heard footsteps.

The servant respectfully handed over a letter, saying that it had been delivered by someone.

Li Keyong took the letter and, upon seeing the handwriting on the envelope, his heart stirred, and he immediately tore open the letter.

Respectfully submitted to my godfather:

Godfather, I am deeply honored to have met you and to have felt your fatherly love. I am reporting that I am safe and well.

I know that Lu Yuanchangming is indeed your biological son, Li Cunxu. To ensure his safety, I have kept it a secret. Please be sure to convey my gratitude to him for his long-term protection. He need not seek me out; if fate allows, we will meet again; if not, please do not worry.

Please take good care of yourself!

Sincerely, Twilight Sparkle

After reading the letter, Li Keyong couldn't help but look up, a hint of surprise and emotion flashing in his eyes.

He gently stroked the letter, as if he could feel Qiu Ziyue's sincere heart.

"Qiu girl is indeed clever," Li Keyong murmured, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

Li Keyong recalled the scene when he first met Qiu Ziyue.

Back then, she was still a young girl, yet she had already displayed remarkable wisdom and courage. Li Keyong had high hopes for her, and now, her growth fills him with immense pride.

Li Keyong put down the letter, his mind filled with thoughts.

He knew that Qiu Ziyue's choice might have been out of necessity, but her decision was undoubtedly wise. In this chaotic era, protecting oneself and loved ones is the most important thing.

"If fate allows, we will meet again; if not, please do not worry." Li Keyong repeated these words softly, his heart filled with emotion.

He understood that Qiu Yatou might not come back, but her feelings were enough.

"I hope you are safe no matter what."

Li Keyong composed himself and threw himself back into his busy military duties. He picked up a pen, wrote a few lines on the military report, and then instructed his attendants to distribute the documents. Despite his many concerns, Li Keyong knew he had to move forward.

For the sake of this land, and for those who trust him, he cannot afford to slacken in the slightest.

As night fell, the lights in the tents remained bright.

Li Keyong unfolded Qiu Ziyue's letter again, carefully examining each word, as if he had found strength and faith in it.

Inside the tent, Li Keyong sat at his desk, clutching Qiu Ziyue's letter tightly in his hand.

After a moment of contemplation, he raised his head and said to the attendant beside him, "Go and summon General Lu. I have something important to tell him."

The attendant responded and left. A short while later, Lu Yuanchangming hurriedly arrived.

He entered the tent and saw Li Keyong's serious expression, which made him feel a little nervous.

"Father, you wanted to see me?" Lu Yuanchangming asked respectfully.

Li Keyong nodded slightly and handed the letter in his hand to Lu Yuanchangming: "Take a look at this letter."

Lu Yuanchangming took the letter and read it carefully.

After reading the letter, a hint of surprise flashed in Lu Yuanchangming's eyes, followed by a faint sadness.

"She...she's still alive."

Lu Yuan said in a low voice, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Li Keyong looked at him and sighed softly: "Yes, she is fine."

She asked me to tell you that she thanks you for protecting her all this time, and hopes you won't go looking for her.

Lu Yuanchangming's hand trembled slightly as he gripped the letter tightly.

He felt both joy and sorrow. He was happy that he had finally heard from Qiu Ziyue and that she was safe and sound; he was sad because the words in the letter indicated that she had not accepted him as her beloved.

"Why won't she let me go to her?" Lu Yuanchangming's voice choked with emotion. "Does she really not care about me?"

Li Keyong patted him on the shoulder and said gently, "She has her own reasons."

Perhaps it was to protect you, or perhaps she had more important things to do.

In any case, her safety is the most important thing.

Lu Yuanchangming remained silent for a while, slowly calming himself down.

He recalled Qiu Ziyue's past actions. Although she hadn't explicitly expressed her feelings, Lu Yuanchangming knew that she was caring for him in her own way.

"As long as she's safe, that's all that matters."

Lu Yuanchangming finally spoke softly, his eyes gleaming with determination.

Li Keyong nodded with satisfaction: "I'm glad you think that way. She must have her reasons for choosing to leave. We respect her decision and hope she can find her own happiness soon."

Lu Yuanchangming put the letter away and put it in his pocket.

He knew that Qiu Ziyue's choice might be out of necessity, but he was willing to respect her decision.

"By the way, I heard that Ziyue's injury is related to that Li Maozhen, right?" Li Keyong asked.

“Yes, Father, it was Li Maozhen who forced the Qi family to marry him. When Qi Yuxuan disagreed, Li Maozhen vandalized the Qi family. Ziyue couldn’t stand it and used a mystical technique to cause serious injury,” Lu Yuanchang said.

“Then we’ll find a way to teach that old bastard a lesson and avenge Ziyue,” Li Keyong said.

"Yes, Father."

As night fell, the lights in the tents remained bright.

Lu Yuanchangming stepped out of the tent, looked up at the starry sky, as if searching for the star that belonged to Qiu Ziyue. He silently made a wish: that she be safe and that she be happy.

Inside the Demon Spring Palace, candlelight flickered as Leng Feng sat at his desk, clutching the last letter Qiu Ziyue had entrusted to him.

He unfolded the letter and carefully read every word on it.

After reading the letter, Leng Feng remained silent for a long time.

He gently placed the letter over the candlelight, watching the flames slowly devour the thin sheet of paper.

The firelight illuminated his face, making him appear exceptionally serious.

The letter turned to ashes in the flames, as if it had disappeared into the night along with Qiu Ziyue's secret.

"I will make you live a happy and joyful life."

Leng Feng said in a low voice, his voice carrying a hint of determination.

After finishing all this, Leng Feng picked up a pen and paper and laid out a blank sheet of paper again.

His pen moved slowly across the paper, beginning to write new content.

After finishing writing, Leng Feng put down his pen, examined the letter again, and after confirming that there were no errors, carefully folded the letter and put it into the envelope.

He knew that this letter was not only a promise, but also a testament to his trust.

Leng Feng stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the tent.

A gentle night breeze brought a touch of coolness.

He looked up at the starry sky, his heart filled with anticipation for the future.

"No matter what, I will protect everything about you."

Leng Feng spoke softly, as if making a vow to Qiu Ziyue, who was recovering from her injuries.