Yuan Li was an excellent logistics personnel on the battlefield. One day, after transmigrating, he found himself in ancient times as the son of a minor official. With tears in his parents eyes, they sent him to Chu Wang Mansion to marry to drive away the evil spirits for the ailing young master of the Chu family. On that day, Chu Hechao, the second son of the Chu Wang Mansion, returned hurriedly from the battlefield, still wearing his armor. Without even taking it off, he performed the ceremonial rites on behalf of his brother and paid respects to the heavens and earth alongside Yuan Li. Yuan Li caught a whiff of the scent of blood and dust on Chu Hechao’s body, and his heart skipped a beat. He understood that this was a dangerous individual. That night, Chu Hechao drank a cup of ceremonial wine with Yuan Li on behalf of his brother. Yuan Li smiled gently and said, “General, please.” As he held the wine cup, his fingers were as slender as jade, and his handsome face was adorned with long, fluttering eyelashes. Chu Hechao stared at him for a while, his expression a smile but not a smile, before raising his hand and downing the wine in one gulp. Half a month later, the young master of the Chu Wang Mansion passed away, and Chu Hechao abducted Yuan Li, taking him on a horse and heading straight for the frontier. *** Yuan Li continued to exert his efforts on the ancient battlefield.  He cultivated crops, raised cattle and sheep, cleared roads, and established medical facilities. Busy day in and day out, he fed the mighty army and comforted the wounded soldiers, turning the military camp into a better place. The generals treated him as if they were meeting their parents who provided them with food and clothing. The only man who had brought him here wore a perpetual scowl, suppressing his anger. “I am the one you married, the one who drank the ceremonial wine with you, and the one who shared the wedding chamber with you. Shouldn’t you be looking at me?”