After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

A dreamless night.

Without Yang to wake her up, Song Huiling slept until she woke up naturally.

She slowly opened her eyes and felt a strange feeling. She seemed to be hugged by He Zhan...?

No, it seemed that she was clinging to He Zhan, with one of her legs resting on He Zhan's waist.

The light in the stone house was dim. She opened her eyes wide and found that her hands were pressed against He Zhan's open chest, and He Zhan seemed to grab these restless hands in order to stop her.

In the dim light, He Zhan's cold and hard face appeared particularly gentle, with a patch of dark stubble appearing on his well-defined chin.

He seemed extremely tired, his eyes were tightly closed, and she gently withdrew her legs from his waist but failed to wake him up.

Song Huiling slapped her in the face, she was the one who did that.

For fear of waking the person up, she exerted more force and pulled her hand out little by little.

She pulled her hand back, but the faintly visible wound on He Zhan's heart suddenly pierced her eyes.

The wound was not big, but it was still bleeding. It looked like the bleeding had just been stopped roughly without even a bandage. The muscles around the wound had rotted and turned purple-red.

Song Huiling grabbed He Zhan's collar and pulled it to the side, allowing him to see the wound more clearly. It was clearly a new wound.

He Zhan truly earned the fifty taels of silver with his life. This penetrating wound was clearly caused by a sharp object, and the spot where it pierced was right at the heart. If it had gone a few inches deeper, it would have been fatal!

This time she moved too much and woke He Zhan up.

He Zhan opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes, and looking down, he saw Song Huiling pulling at his collar, giving him the illusion that she wanted to strip him naked.

"Stop making trouble." He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her wrist, his voice sounding a little hoarse and lazy as if he had just woken up.

Seeing that he had woken up, Song Huiling jumped out of bed, knelt in front of him, pointed at his chest and asked, "What's going on?"

Song Huiling slept restlessly, and He Zhan was tortured all night. He finally dozed off at dawn. His mind was in a mess at this time, and he did not react to what she was talking about for the time being. He propped himself up and sat up, leaning against the head of the bed.

Song Huiling stepped over He Zhan's legs and got off the bed. After lighting the oil lamp, she sat back in front of the bed with one hand on her face.

Illuminated by the bright candlelight, He Zhan was shocked to find that most of his chest was already exposed. Being shirtless was a common thing for him, but being stared at by Song Huiling made him feel a little uncomfortable and pulled up his clothes to close his collar.

But Song Huiling suddenly slapped his hand away fiercely: "Don't move!"

Seeing his collar being pulled open again, He Zhan was a little helpless: "What are you going to do?"

Song Huiling held up the oil lamp, her head almost touching He Zhan's. She frowned and examined his wound very seriously. Then she raised her head and said seriously, "This wound must be treated again. There is no medicinal wine at home. We must go to the clinic immediately!"

He Zhan pulled up his clothes and said nonchalantly, "It's just a minor injury. I won't die."

Song Huiling grabbed He Zhan's wrist and raised it to his face, saying in a rather overbearing tone: "Go if I tell you to. I'll go with you. I can't make the decisions for this family anymore, right?"

After she finished speaking, she realized that she really had no say in the matter.

But if He Zhan’s wound is not taken good care of, it will become inflamed and fester, and he cannot just let it do as he pleases.

He Zhan stared at Song Huiling's serious little face, and suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter echoing in the room like a huge bell.

Song Huiling's face darkened: "What are you laughing at? You look so hurt!"

He Zhan completed the task ahead of schedule. The captain sympathized with his hard work and granted him five days of leave, so he had plenty of time to accompany Song Huiling during this period.

After getting up, tidying up and washing up, He Zhan used the excuse of taking Song Huiling to the clinic to check her pulse and see how she was recovering recently, and left the house without telling Yang.

After going out, Song Huiling subconsciously walked towards the path behind the house.

After taking a few steps, he was pulled back by He Zhan: "Why? Do you think you are shameless and always walk on such a remote path?"

Song Huiling didn't dare to say that he was used to walking on the road when he was setting up a stall, so he immediately made up a poor excuse: "No, the road is steep and it's hard to walk."

He Zhan knew that his wife was very weak, so he bent his knees and squatted down, turning his head to look at her: "Come up, I'll carry you."

"No, you're still injured!" Song Huiling refused. If she walked by herself, she would at most cry from exhaustion, but if He Zhan carried her on his back, she would be exhausted to the point of bleeding.

He Zhan stood up, nodded his chin, and said with a wicked look: "Okay, if you don't want to carry me, then just hold me in your arms."

Before he finished speaking, he forcibly picked up Song Huiling and carried her sideways without saying a word.

Song Huiling was so frightened that her breathing stagnated. She didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of tearing the wound on He Zhan's heart: "Let's carry him on our backs..."

On the way out of the village, they met a few villagers. When they saw He Zhan carrying Song Huiling on his back, they couldn't help but make a few jokes.

"General He really loves his wife. He doesn't even want her to walk a single step."

"This is the first time I've seen General He's wife. She's really pretty."

Song Huiling lay on He Zhan's back and tried to get up, but her legs were clamped tightly.

Out of politeness, she had to lean on He Zhan's shoulder and wave to greet others.

After I walked away, I could hear the sound of gossip behind me again.

"He Zhan doesn't really love his wife, he's clearly afraid she'll die!"

"Where do you start talking about this?"

"Haven't you heard? I don't know what the aunt of the He family went crazy for. She spent all her family property to buy a dying sickly woman as her daughter-in-law. Now, she can't even walk and she has to be chopped off. I guess she won't live for many days."

"But I see that the girl's complexion is not very good, but it is slightly rosy, and she doesn't look like someone who is about to die."

"You don't understand this, maybe it's a moment of enlightenment before death?"

Song Huiling: "..."

She didn't know that her story would be spread like this. If she didn't show her face more often, the next rumor would probably be that she died of a sudden illness and the He family was mourning for her.

Noticing that the person behind him seemed a little absent-minded, He Zhan spoke to comfort him, "Don't bother with these gossipers. When you recover in a while and can get out and about, the rumors will naturally fall apart."

Song Huiling thought that there was no need to wait any longer, as she was already full of energy now, but her energy was not lasting long enough.

When they were almost at the county town, Song Huiling suggested on He Zhan's back: "Why don't we buy a donkey cart? It will make traveling much more convenient." It would also make it easier for her to set up her stall, and she wouldn't have to work as hard as Yang to push a large cart of things every day.

Song Huiling didn't know how He Zhan understood it. He suddenly turned around and asked in a nonsensical way, "So you treat me like a donkey now?"

She was speechless for a moment, thinking that He Zhan insisted on carrying her even though he was injured, he was indeed as tough as a donkey, so she couldn't help but shouting softly, "He Donkey."