Chapter 107: What Excuse Can I Find to Stay?

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"Darling, why are you crying?" Wang Pu gently lifted Chen Yuanyuan’s delicate chin, surprised. "You should be happy that your husband has returned. Come, smile for me."

Chen Yuanyuan’s tears continued to flow, her voice heavy with sorrow. "Husband, you’ve become so thin. You must have endured many hardships during this expedition."

"No, look, your husband’s body is still strong," Wang Pu said, wiping the tears from Chen Yuanyuan’s cheeks. He patted his chest loudly, then a mischievous smile crossed his face. Leaning close to her ear, he whispered just for her, "Though your husband has lost weight, some parts haven’t, hehe."

"You're so naughty," Chen Yuanyuan scolded him playfully, finally breaking into a smile. Since Wang Pu still had the energy to joke, it meant his health was not seriously affected. Chen Yuanyuan’s anxious heart settled, and she turned to the maid Nen Niang. "Nen Niang, quickly fetch a few buckets of hot water from the kitchen and move the large bath tub to the warm chamber."

"Yes!" Nen Niang chirped brightly, like a joyful little bird, and hurried off.

After Nen Niang left, Wang Pu’s hands began to grow restless. Normally, Chen Yuanyuan would not resist and would let Wang Pu tease her freely, but this time she gently pressed his hands down and gazed at him tenderly. Softly, she said, "Husband, please don’t tease me anymore."

"Why not?" Wang Pu whispered close to her ear. "Don’t you want to?"

"Of course I do. I want to right now," Chen Yuanyuan said, her eyes shimmering with emotion. Then a faint blush rose on her cheeks as she lowered her gaze and whispered, "But I... I..."

"What is it?" Wang Pu asked softly.

Chen Yuanyuan lifted her rosy face, her orchid-like fragrance brushing against Wang Pu’s cheek, stirring his heart. After suppressing his desires for more than a month, the fire within him now blazed fiercely. If not for the grime on his body from over a month without bathing, he would have pressed her to him immediately.

Biting her bright red lips shyly, Chen Yuanyuan looked at Wang Pu with bashful hesitation before whispering, "Husband, I’m... pregnant."

"Pregnant?" Wang Pu was momentarily confused. "You’re what?"

"Pregnant," Chen Yuanyuan replied softly like a gentle breeze. Joy instantly enveloped Wang Pu. He scooped her up into his arms, laughing heartily, "My dear, you’re pregnant? I’m going to be a father, hahaha!"

Seeing Wang Pu so jubilant, Chen Yuanyuan felt her heart overflow with happiness and contentment.

"Brother Zhu, be careful, don’t spill the water," Nen Niang’s clear voice rang outside.

"Don’t worry, Nen Niang, I won’t spill a drop," Zhu replied.

Nen Niang’s lively voice came once more, followed by Zhu’s footsteps. Chen Yuanyuan quickly freed herself from Wang Pu’s embrace, smoothed her wrinkled silk gown, and tidied the strands framing her face. Turning back, she saw Zhu carrying two large buckets of steaming bathwater.

Two servants followed behind, bringing in Wang Pu’s large bath tub.

Nen Niang came in last, briskly directing the servants to place the tub, test the water temperature, and, finding it too hot, sent them off to fetch two buckets of cold water. She took charge like a capable housemaid, drawing Wang Pu’s gaze.

He looked again and was struck. Earlier, his mind was focused entirely on Chen Yuanyuan, so he hadn’t noticed Nen Niang. Now, he saw that despite the cold, she wore only a blue floral cotton jacket. Her hair was styled in double buns, her chest already full and prominent. Her large eyes were dark and bright, the corners slightly upturned, giving her a perpetual gentle smile even when serious. Her skin was smooth like creamy jade, her figure slender and graceful like willow branches—a true beauty in the making.

While Wang Pu observed Nen Niang, Chen Yuanyuan studied him.

Taking advantage of Nen Niang’s trip to fetch the perfumed scrub for Wang Pu’s bath, Wang Pu asked Chen Yuanyuan, "Darling, why does Nen Niang wear just a thin jacket in this cold?"

"Are you worried about her?" Chen Yuanyuan’s lips curved with a teasing smile.

"No, I just don’t want her to catch a cold," Wang Pu explained. "People might think we’re mistreating her."

"Don’t worry," Chen Yuanyuan smiled sweetly. "Nen Niang has trained in martial arts with her father since childhood. She’s strong and used to wearing light clothes even in winter."

"I see," Wang Pu nodded. "I was just overthinking."

Chen Yuanyuan had wanted to tease him more but, thinking of her pregnancy and how she would be unable to tend to him for nearly a year, a wave of guilt softened her tone. "Husband, since I’m pregnant, I won’t be able to serve you as before. Perhaps... you should take Nen Niang as your concubine?"

"What? Nen Niang?" Wang Pu nearly dropped his jaw. "She’s just a child."

Indeed, Nen Niang was a beautiful girl but only fifteen, physically immature like an unripe ginseng fruit—no matter how rare, not yet ready. Wang Pu was no middle-aged lecher nor had any fondness for young girls; he couldn’t do that.

"She’s fifteen. According to Ming law, she can marry. Besides, she’s pretty, clever, and obedient. You saved her life—you know she’ll serve you wholeheartedly. With her by your side, I can rest easy," Chen Yuanyuan said softly.

Wang Pu hurriedly said, "Let’s not talk about this now."

Just then, Zhu arrived with two buckets of cold water, and Nen Niang returned with the perfumed scrub, so Chen Yuanyuan let the matter rest. Together, they helped Wang Pu undress. Wang Pu treated Nen Niang like a little girl, so there was no awkwardness. In no time, he shed his tattered robe, leaving only his loincloth, and slipped into the bath.

Nen Niang had served Wang Pu’s baths before and never seemed uncomfortable, but today, perhaps overhearing the conversation or for some other reason, a faint blush tinted her fair cheeks as she gently rubbed the perfumed scrub over his skin.

Wang Pu enjoyed a soothing hot bath, then slept soundly until the sun was high the next day. Chen Yuanyuan, though pregnant, personally prepared breakfast for him: her signature white fungus and lotus seed soup. Wang Pu devoured it as if starved.

"Slow down, husband," Chen Yuanyuan gently cautioned. "Don’t choke."

As Wang Pu ate, Xiao Qi suddenly entered. "General, Mr. Zhen has arrived."

"Zhen? Send him in immediately," Wang Pu ordered.

Xiao Qi obeyed and left.

Setting down his bowl, Wang Pu cast an apologetic glance at Chen Yuanyuan. "Yuanyuan, I just returned. There are still some matters to handle these days, but I promise, once done, I’ll stay home to keep you company—and our little one inside you."

Chen Yuanyuan smiled sweetly. "Go on, husband. Don’t worry about me."

Ignoring Nen Niang nearby, Wang Pu leaned over and lightly kissed Chen Yuanyuan’s ruby lips. She smiled, lightly swatted him, then coquettishly glared. Nen Niang covered her mouth, giggling softly, bowed her head, tidied the dishes, and followed Chen Yuanyuan into the inner chamber.

Zhen Youcai rushed into the warm chamber, nearly running. Seeing Wang Pu, he couldn’t help but sigh deeply, tears glistening in his eyes. Wang Pu, touched by his expression, reflected on his two lifetimes. Looking back, the decision to attack Sanbulaichuan was indeed reckless—an all-out gamble. Wang Pu and his thousands of soldiers had nearly never returned.

"General," Zhen choked, "I was truly worried..."

"Heh, worried I wouldn’t come back?" Wang Pu laughed and patted him, settling down. "I have strong luck; I won’t die. Even if I did, the King of Hell wouldn’t dare take me. I’d be sent back anyway."

Zhen nodded and asked, "You and the men must have suffered much on the way?"

"Not bad. That’s a long story. First, tell me—how are those two matters?"

Zhen said, "Let’s set those aside. There’s an urgent matter to address."

"What is it?" Wang Pu inquired.

"This morning, Zhang Zian personally came to the gunpowder bureau and told me the palace has sent the Embroidered Uniform Guard to Datong. They’re hiding in the Prince Dai’s mansion."

Wang Pu frowned. "Is the intel reliable?"

"Absolutely," Zhen said. "So, the veteran soldiers from the Datong border army must hide and not show themselves in public. They must not fall into the hands of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. These veterans, plus the thousand-man squad led by Zhao Xin, have been reported dead in the south desert. If the Embroidered Uniform Guard captures them alive and traces their connection to you, the secret will be out."

"That makes sense," Wang Pu nodded. "Tang Sheng, Zhao Xin, and over two thousand brothers are stationed at the Leigong Mountain camp. It’s unsafe there. We must find a new place, one not linked to the Wang family to avoid the Embroidered Uniform Guard’s attention."

Zhen blinked and smiled. "General, I’ve thought it through."

"Oh?" Wang Pu asked eagerly. "Tell me."

"Kaolao Mountain."

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"Kaolao Mountain?" Wang Pu’s heart skipped a beat. "You mean..."

"Exactly," Zhen nodded. "Let them become mountain bandits for a while. It’s the only way."

"Good idea," Wang Pu said. "I’m heading to Leigong Mountain now."

"I’ll go with you," Zhen added.

"Good," Wang Pu agreed. "Some matters are best discussed at Leigong Mountain."

Wang Pu ordered Lü Liu to fetch dozens of swift horses and sent Xiao Qi to summon several dozen family retainers. Mounted on fast horses, they rode directly to the Leigong Mountain camp. It was only a few dozen miles from Datong, and they arrived in less than two hours. The brothers were just having lunch.

Big Beard, Scarface, Tang Sheng, Zhao Xin, Monk Zhang, and over two thousand men squatted on the open ground, eating white cornmeal buns and porridge noisily, like a pack of starving ghosts fighting for food—a frightening sight.

Wang Pu had a habit: whether on campaign or guarding the camp, he always ate the communal army meal with the soldiers—not just to win hearts. Many historical generals did this. The benefit was clear: the commander could gauge the soldiers’ physical condition through his own.

He also insisted his officers eat with the troops. At home, officers’ lives weren’t his concern, but in the army, everyone’s food was equal—no special treatment.

Wang Pu did not disturb the men’s meal but called Lü Liu to summon Tang Sheng and Zhao Xin to his headquarters.

Zhao Xin greeted Wang Pu quickly. "General, you probably haven’t eaten lunch. Better hurry to the mess hall, or the buns will be gone."

Wang Pu was serious. "Eating can wait. Let’s discuss the main matter."

Zhao Xin and Tang Sheng grew serious and said, "Speak, General."

Wang Pu said, "According to Ming law, a military officer in mourning cannot lead troops into battle. You know that, right?"

Both nodded. "Yes."

"Therefore, strictly speaking, I have no right to command the border troops during mourning. But if I lead the Wang family retainers, it’s not illegal. Before the expedition, Zhang Gonggong and I agreed on this workaround. Since the expedition began, you and your four thousand men ceased being the Datong border army and became Wang family retainers."

Zhao Xin said, "We know. The brothers know."

"Good," Wang Pu nodded. "But someone has reported this to the Emperor, trying to use it against me. Zhang Gonggong just learned the palace has sent investigators to Datong. We must endure this for now."

Tang Sheng asked anxiously, "General, what should we do?"

Wang Pu replied, "Tonight, you’ll lead the men to Kaolao Mountain and act as bandits for a while. Monk Zhang knows the terrain well—he’ll go with you. Remember, discipline must be strict. No one leaves alone or returns home without orders."

"Understood," they answered together. "We’ll keep the men in line."

Prince Dai’s mansion, side hall.

Prince Zhu Chuanqi was consulting with Wang Zhan and Li Zhan.

Zhu asked, "Wang Zhan, Li Zhan, what do you think of Wang Pu’s acting beyond his authority during mourning, leading the Datong border army against the Mongol Tumet tribe?"

Wang Zhan said, "The facts are clear. How could Zhang Zian possibly win against the Tumet tribe?"

Li Zhan said, "Before the expedition, Wang Pu stationed three thousand troops at Leigong Mountain for over a month. Everyone in Datong knew this. Wang Pu and Zhang Zian didn’t try to hide it—it was impossible. In my view, they planned this: if the palace doesn’t investigate, all is well; if they do, they can say these three thousand are Wang Pu’s private soldiers. Leading family retainers isn’t overstepping."

Though three thousand retainers was a large number, the Wang family was wealthy in Shanxi, and Wang Pu was the Emperor’s son-in-law, so it wasn’t too outrageous. At least the censors in court couldn’t find fault.

Zhu asked, "Did Zhang Zian and Wang Pu really dare do this?"

Li said, "They probably already have."

Wang said, "As long as Zhu San doesn’t find witnesses, no one can prove it. The matter will be dropped."

Li added, "The Emperor may not truly want to investigate. Sending Zhu San to Datong might just be a show to silence reformers."

Wang said, "Whether or not Wang Pu overstepped, he quelled the Datong border army’s mutiny. The battle against the Tumet was the greatest Mongol victory in a century. The cattle and sheep seized covered Datong’s arrears. The Emperor will consider this. Chen Xinjia and Zhou Yanru will likely defend Wang Pu in court."

Wang Zhan’s thoughts were natural—news from the capital was public. Zhou Yanru led petitions defending Wang Pu, and Chen Xinjia was active while Wang Pu was imprisoned. Wang Pu’s marriage to Princess Changping was arranged with Zhou Yanru, Chen Xinjia, Zhou Guozhang, and Tian Guojiu’s support. The public saw them as a coalition.

Li said, "Even if Wang Pu is proven guilty, the Emperor might only reprimand him or cut his salary for a year. The Emperor is known to cherish talent, and Wang Pu is a rare general and his son-in-law. Who else would lead troops? The Prince need not intervene or offend Wang Pu."

Zhu nodded. "Li’s analysis is sound. Then you two handle this. Spend some days in Datong with Zhu San and others. If asked about Wang Pu, say investigation is ongoing."

Wang Zhan and Li Zhan left.

Leigong Mountain camp, Wang Pu’s headquarters.

Zhen Youcai had reported the two matters and produced detailed account books for Wang Pu’s review.

"General, here are the finances. In the first month of the fifteenth year of Chongzhen, income had three items: two million one hundred seventy thousand taels from selling Wang family properties; one hundred twenty thousand taels from selling gold, silver, and jewels looted at Guizhou; and one hundred thousand taels repaid by Zhang Zian. Including the treasury’s balance of four hundred sixty thousand taels, total income is two million eight hundred fifty thousand taels."

"Expenses had four items: fourteen thousand taels for purchasing 800 flintlock muskets and 8,000 dragon cannons; thirty-seven thousand taels for buying materials for weapon workshops and gunpowder bureaus; one million two hundred thousand taels for buying Zhang Zian’s cattle and sheep; and one hundred twenty thousand taels for grain stored in Beitongzhou. Total expenses one million three hundred eighty-one thousand taels, leaving a balance of one million four hundred sixty-nine thousand taels."

Wang Pu nodded, smiling. "No wonder Zhang Zian avoids me now."

"Exactly," Zhen laughed. "You quelled the Datong mutiny, advanced ten thousand taels for compensation, led the raid at Guizhou, and diverted the Khorchin cavalry at Sanbulaichuan. You did so much, but he benefits alone. How could he face you?"

"Also," Zhen added, "he fears you might demand money. That old eunuch secretly sold some cattle and sheep to five others at market price, making two hundred thousand taels profit. Adding our one million two hundred thousand, he’s made one million four hundred thousand. After deducting six hundred thousand taels for arrears and soldiers’ rewards, about seven hundred thousand taels remain — big money."

Wang Pu smiled. "We’re not jealous of Zhang Zian’s money. As long as he guards Datong, that money won’t escape. It will eventually be ours. How about the three weapon workshops and two gunpowder bureaus? We must speed up production of flintlock muskets and dragon cannons. April is near; we must have at least two thousand muskets ready before the Jurchens attack."

Zhen said, "I checked recently. With enough refined iron, the three workshops can produce six hundred muskets monthly. Gunpowder bureaus can supply enough powder if they have raw materials. We have enough charcoal and saltpeter, but not enough sulfur on the market."

Wang Pu said, "My brother is a merchant. Let him handle buying sulfur."

Zhen said, "I’ll discuss this with him."

Wang Pu said, "Also, we should consider..."

Zhen guessed, "You mean finding a reason to stay in Datong longer?"

Wang Pu nodded. "The hundred-day mourning leave is almost over. It’s time to find a suitable excuse."

Zhen, Wang Pu’s cunning strategist, had already thought of this. "General, you could feign illness. If that fails, Zhao Xin and Tang Sheng could stir trouble, maybe cause a nighttime riot in Datong city. Then you’d have reason to stay."

Capital, Forbidden City, Qianqing Palace.

News from the Embroidered Uniform Guard in Datong arrived. Zhu San rushed a sealed letter six hundred miles to the Ministry of Ceremonies. Wang Cheng’en presented it to Emperor Chongzhen. The Emperor read it, then sneered at Wang Cheng’en, "What do you think Zhu San wrote?"

Wang Cheng’en bowed, "I cannot guess."

"‘No evidence found!’" Chongzhen slammed the letter on the desk. "No evidence!"

Wang Cheng’en lowered his head, silent.

Chongzhen sneered, "Wang Pu’s network in Datong is strong. Not only does Zhang Zian side with him, even Prince Dai is playing coy. Hmph."

Wang Cheng’en dared not speak. He sensed the Emperor’s conflicted feelings: on one hand, Chongzhen valued Wang Pu, hoping he’d lead the army to defeat the Jurchens and rebels; on the other, he distrusted Wang Pu deeply. The better Wang Pu performed, the more suspicion grew.

It was obvious to outsiders the game Wang Pu and Zhang Zian played, no need to investigate. In another’s shoes, it would be a minor matter, easily dismissed. In these chaotic times, overstepping authority was trivial compared to serving the realm.

That was why Zhang Zian dared let Wang Pu lead the troops—he believed Wang Cheng’en would cover for him, and the Emperor wouldn’t mind. After all, Wang Pu was the Emperor’s son-in-law; no father-in-law would wrong his son-in-law.

Though Wang Pu had overstepped, he quelled the mutiny and resolved Datong’s debts without pulling from the Ministry of Revenue. Datong even returned half a million taels to the Imperial Treasury. These deeds offset grave offenses.

But Zhang Zian didn’t realize that with Wang Pu, it was different. The Emperor would not feel pleased but only more suspicious.

"Cheng’en," Chongzhen asked, "Have the orders for Wang Pu’s return been sent?"

"Already sent. They should arrive in Datong soon," Wang Cheng’en replied.

Chongzhen exhaled and fell silent, staring at the letter on the desk. Wang Cheng’en waited obediently. Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside. Turning, he saw Gao Qiqian running in, breathless and excited.

"Your Majesty, good news."

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Chongzhen frowned. "What good news?"

Gao gasped, "Lord Hong decisively defeated the rebels at Zhuxian Town, killing fifty thousand. The siege of Kaifeng has been lifted."

"Really?" The Emperor was delighted. "Are the dispatches here? Lord Hong’s dispatch?"

Gao said, "Lord Hong’s dispatch has reached the Ministry of War. Minister Chen will soon come to see Your Majesty. I rushed here first to congratulate you."

"Excellent, wonderful," Chongzhen beamed. "Lord Hong has not disappointed me."

Compared to the general Wang Pu, the scholar-official Hong Chengchou reassured the Emperor. Since the Jurchens withdrew from Songshan, Hong had reorganized Liaoxi’s defenses, fortifying Jinzhou, Songshan, Ningyuan, and Xingshan. Meanwhile, the Jurchens were embroiled in succession struggles and couldn’t focus south, so the northern border was calm.

Yet, rebel bands worsened in Henan. After Luoyang fell and Prince Fu was killed, dozens of cities fell, leaving almost all Henan under rebel control except a few large cities like Kaifeng. Pressured, the Emperor dispatched Hong Chengchou with elite troops, plus commanders Cao Bianjiao and Bai Guang’en, to suppress the rebels.

Hong Chengchou proved the realm’s stronghold. Cao and Bai’s elite border troops did not disappoint. Upon arrival in Henan, they routed the rebels at Zhuxian Town. Cao even shot Li Zicheng’s left eye, nearly killing him.

The rebels fled to Jia County, lifting Kaifeng’s siege without battle.

Hong, knowing the Emperor’s concern, sent an urgent dispatch six hundred miles to report the victory at Zhuxian Town.

Henan, Jia County.

Li Zicheng and Luo Rucai’s twenty-thousand-strong army was temporarily stationed here.

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