Yang Chan was a clever fairy, and she always gave Chen Wei every bit of face in public.
How could she steal her husband's thunder as commander in front of all these Heavenly Court soldiers?
"Lord Chen's wishes are my wishes," Yang Chan said, offering only two simple sentences in a measured tone. "Do your duties well, and the Great Heavenly Venerable will reward you. Go and prepare."
With those few words, she combined favor with authority and gave Chen Wei all the support he needed.
The officers and soldiers cupped their hands and accepted their orders. None dared act out before a Daluo Golden Immortal, and they filed out of the command tent.
The inner command tent lay just beyond a curtain.
The mood changed completely.
Yang Chan sat in the commander's chair, once again assuming the languid air of the mistress of the Chen Residence.
Chen Wei tactfully moved closer, placed both hands on Yang Chan's shoulders, and began kneading them.
"Traveling in armor really is tiring." Yang Chan lifted her Immortal Tea and took a small sip, then began chattering. "I wonder how Xiang'er and little Chan'er are doing. Now that we've marched off to war, with mountains high and roads long between us and home, do you think our two children miss their parents?"
Chen Wei pressed a little harder and answered with a smile, "Second Brother is watching them. Nothing will happen."
Though he reassured her aloud, he was muttering inwardly.
Miss their parents?
Chen Xiang had probably long since gone wild playing with his uncle. What they should worry about now wasn't whether the children missed their parents, but whether they could stay out of trouble.
Little Chan'er was the well-behaved one.
As the couple enjoyed this rare moment of leisure, hurried footsteps sounded