Começando a Caçar Montanhas ao Ser Forçado pela Esposa Mimada a Continuar a Linhagem

"Husband, please, slow down..."
"Besides, your wounds have not yet healed. How can you do such a thing?"
"Qing'er has already made up her mind. As long as my husband leads a proper life from now on, I will serve you well."

In a daze, Liu Feng heard someone crying. The faint sobbing sounded like a thin needle, piercing his temples and making them throb.

"What is going on?" Liu Feng opened his eyes wide.

He didn't need to look twice to be shocked. What was this? Why was there such a delicate and beautiful woman beneath him? That couldn't be right; as a top-tier mercenary, he should be in the middle of a mission right now. Since when did he hold women and do such things? And to be so incompetent as to leave a girl in tears—that was unforgivable. He decided to let it go for now; if it couldn't be done today, there would be another time.

Liu Feng looked around. There were wind-leaking earthen walls, patched bedding, and dilapidated tables and stools. The girl beneath him wore tattered, coarse hemp clothing. She was beautiful, wiping away her tears with red-rimmed eyes, looking so pitiful that it tugged at his heart.

At that moment, a slight sting in his brain brought a flood of unfamiliar memories, making Liu Feng understand his situation. He had transmigrated. He was in a place he had never heard of: the Great Li Dynasty. He was still named Liu Feng, but this Liu Feng was a pauper in a destitute mountain village. The few acres of poor farmland he once owned had long been pawned aw