An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

When Nie Ce returned to Wuyuan, it was almost noon.

Sang Ling was talking to Cheng Lao in the inner room of the main hall. The old mother didn't know about this. She only found out after seeing this face and asking. She didn't have time to say anything else, she just felt distressed.

"It's better to turn against each other now, otherwise when will it end? Others haven't done anything yet, but we've already destroyed ourselves."

Sang Ling couldn't help laughing, "It's not going to die yet."

"You are really brave enough to use such force. What if you leave a mark that can't be erased?"

"A little injury won't have any effect." She said quietly, "I have to make it more serious, preferably to the point where Fourth Aunt seems to be crazy. Then, not only will Big Brother protect me, but he will also be even angrier."

Mother Cheng was puzzled, "How can I be more angry?"

Sang Ling slowly explained, "Which male owner here doesn't think highly of himself? Especially in front of his own woman, if he doesn't even have the spirit of a real man, he will definitely be angry and ashamed. Guess how Fourth Aunt and Big Brother will solve the issue of 'me'? Fourth Aunt will definitely not be able to persuade Big Brother. So if I get hurt, Big Brother will probably suspect Fourth Aunt, and his anger will be to protect me, and a larger part of it will be because Fourth Aunt didn't listen to him."

As she spoke, her eyes gradually became more profound, and the corners of her lips curved, "This fire will burn more thoroughly, more purely, and more - uncontrollably."

In the end, the focus of the conflict between this pair of lovers cannot be placed on her as the middleman, but on themselves.

"The Marquis is back." Wei Chu's voice came from the door. Sang Ling hadn't spoken yet, and Cheng was still thinking about what she had just said. She put the towel in the ice water and changed it. Wei Chu continued, "You shouldn't know that the Marquis was in the hall of right and wrong and was punished by the Grand Master. Let you - you go and see?"

Did Ying Bushi ask her to go and have a look? Sang Ling was somewhat stunned.

"You don't think it was the Marquis who did it, do you?" Cheng Ai responded immediately, "That's unfair, the Marquis probably doesn't even know about it." She then asked Wei Chu, "How was he punished?"

"Let the Marquis slap himself a few times." The voice in the corridor was full of fear, but Cheng Lao couldn't help but feel happy. Isn't this an opportunity to reconcile? If the young lady goes to help the Marquis heal his wounds and sheds a few tears timidly, won't the relationship be broken?

She quickly held the jar in her hand, covered it with a new handkerchief, and went out first. Sang Ling hesitated for a moment, then could only pick up her skirt and follow her.

It was the middle of spring in March, which should have been the most comfortable time, and the breeze in the corridor should have been comfortable for Ning's body, but she only felt a burning heat all over her body, and it didn't subside for a long time until she entered the east wing. Old Madam Cheng put down the jar in a lightning speed, opened the lid, and placed the towel on the ice. She walked out of the house in two steps in one set of movements, and waved to Ying Bushi, Zong Xiang, and Wei Chu, as if she wanted to clear out the servants in the house.

She was also an old mother. She raised her big hand and exuded her majesty, and several young servants all bowed their heads in obedience.

It suddenly became quiet inside, and there was also a bit of awkwardness. The furnishings in the east wing were originally monotonous, but because Nie Ce, the male owner, had stayed here for a few days, it now had a bit more liveliness. His various short knives and long swords were hung on the wall, and a few daggers inlaid with gems were placed on the drawer in front of the couch. Behind the partition were the armor and court robes that he changed daily.

The man was sitting cross-legged in front of the barrier, staring at her at the door.

One side of Nie Jialang's face was also a little swollen. Although not as serious as hers, it was still pitiful. She suddenly wanted to laugh, but her eyes were wet and hot.

So she walked to the table, picked up the ice cubes in the jar with a white cloth, wrapped them while sniffing quietly, and then quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. After she calmed down a lot, she walked over and sat next to him.

He didn't say anything the whole time, just put his hand on that face.

Nie Ce stepped back due to the cold.

"Don't hide." She grabbed his arm. Only then did she slow down, grabbing the small knot and rubbing it upwards little by little. Looking closely, it wasn't really swollen, but because he had no flesh on his cheeks, one side of his face was particularly obvious. This guy didn't know how to give himself some water, and this half of his face was red and red, and you could see clear palm prints.

Grandfather Nie was really cruel. Although he wanted to support her, his grandson's wife, it was rare for the elders of the husband's family to do this. The old man had always been very strict with Nie Ce. He had sent him to the far northwest just because he was naughty. He knew that he was already training in the camp and had to go to Zhi's house to study. He even made him kneel down and admit his mistake to his wife when he ran away on his wedding day... If only one third of his cruelty could be used in the West Mansion, the two sides would not have been at odds until now. —— She couldn't help but sigh in her heart again. The deeper the love, the more severe the blame. In fact, the more this was the case, the more it could be seen that Grandfather Nie was really training Nie Ce. He hoped that he would be good in every way, be good at both literature and martial arts, and not be too bad a person.

Fortunately, Nie Ce didn't grow up crooked like Nie Guang. They were both direct descendants of the Nie family, but the other one was not only evil, but also absurd in his behavior. The more she thought about it, the more she felt sorry for Nie Ce. She didn't know why, but when she saw him looking so pitiful and silent, she actually felt a little pity for him. She used less force.

But after a while, Nie Ce blocked it with his hand again.

She knew that he was still angry, but she didn't know what else to say.

All she knew now was that he had taken the blame for her again, so if he stepped back, she would step forward.

I simply crawled over to him, half-knelt in front of him and put the ice pack on him.

"Sang Ling." Nie Ce looked up at her.

"Yeah." Her eyes were only on that half of his face, and her hands did not stop moving.

Smoke swirled from the Boshan stove, and no one spoke. Nie Ce was absent-minded for a while, and couldn't help feeling sad - she still didn't accept her identity, otherwise she wouldn't do such a thing. In essence, she didn't have a sense of belonging as a wife. Or maybe, she didn't even have feelings for him... He suddenly felt a deep sense of loss lingering in his heart.

"Who am I to you in your heart?"

Sang Ling paused.

"say."

The air seemed to freeze, and her hand, which was raised in the air, paused and slowly dropped. She knew what he meant - but she just didn't want to think about it too deeply. Even though they had been married for more than a year and the two had already established the closest relationship, the word "husband" seemed to be just a superficial word. Most of the time, she regarded Nie Ce as her partner in the inner house workplace. They had the same interests and needed to help each other. Of course, due to the limitations of the times, she would need the support of her husband even more. Because of this, she would not show weakness and was more eager to live as herself.

So she and Nie Ce are both a community and an enemy.

In such a relationship, it is impossible to empathize with the feelings between men and women.

Moreover, the word "love" seemed to be out of reach in her once dark life. From the beginning, she knew and had to admit that she had no choice but to marry Nie Ce - it was the result she had to face after her failed courtship of Gao Heng. Although she later developed some feelings for Nie Ce because of their love affairs and shared hardships, this feeling was, to put it bluntly, just a revolutionary friendship. There might be some unclear feelings, but it was only physical.

"Tell me." Nie Ce was still unwilling.

But all I got was silence.

In his eyes, this kind of silent escape is the worst outcome.

Maybe the Sang family girl still loves Gao Aman. She just doesn't expect to marry him anymore. That's right, their marriage was arranged by a matchmaker. There was no love between a man and a woman from the beginning. If there was nothing in the first place, how could there be anything now?

Nie Ce couldn't help but smile bitterly, took the ice pack from her hand, stood up and put it back into the jar.

Then he opened the door and left.