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

Yang managed to hold on to her breath and sat up. She pushed He Zhan away with all her strength, clenched her fists, and hit him again and again: "I will beat you to death, you unfilial son. You colluded with the evil people and did such a cruel thing!"

He Zhan sat at the head of the bed with his back straight, allowing Yang to vent her anger without even frowning.

Suddenly, A'mo let out a painful groan, his eyes filled with endless anger and violence. He drew out his scimitar and swung it towards He Zhan.

Song Huiling didn't care about anything and threw himself on He Zhan, protecting him tightly.

Strictly speaking, He Zhan was not wrong, it was just that his approach was different. Moreover, he did not know the relationship between the Yang family and the Wu Luo family.

Song Huiling's heart was pounding, and she secretly squinted her eyes to look. A'mo had a painful look on his face, and he was struggling to retract his scimitar.

"Are you stupid? Why don't you know to hide?" Song Huiling looked up at He Zhan, his eyes full of concern.

But there was not a ripple in He Zhan's deep eyes, and no emotion could be seen.

Yang reached out to pull Song Huiling: "Huiling, don't protect him, I'm going to beat this unfilial son to death today!"

Song Huiling put his hands under He Zhan's armpits and tried to pick him up face to face.

But the difference in their body sizes was too great, and no matter how hard she tried, the other person didn't move at all.

Taking advantage of this gap, Yang avoided Song Huiling and hit He Zhan on the head several times.

Song Huiling had no choice but to lean on He Zhan's shoulder and said softly, "My mother is angry, please don't be an eyesore here. My husband, please, can we go out first?"

This time, without waiting for her to exert any strength, He Zhan slowly stood up from the head of the bed.

Song Huiling stuck close to He Zhan, protecting him as he walked out of the house.

A'Mo took a step and was about to follow.

Song Huiling quickly raised her hand to stop him: "Amo, just stay in the room and watch over your aunt, don't let her do anything stupid!"

After going out, Song Huiling pulled He Zhan into the east room, pushed him to sit on a stone bench, and then lit the oil lamp.

He Zhan was like a wooden man, allowing Song Huiling to control him.

It was not until Song Huiling started to pull at his collar that he reacted and quickly grabbed her wrist.

Song Huiling glanced at him fiercely: "Let me see if your wound has split open."

Her tone did not allow for argument. She let go of He Zhan's hand and opened his collar.

What was visible was a piece of gauze stuck to the heart, which had already turned bright red and was still faintly soaked with blood.

Song Huiling's lips were tight, staring into He Zhan's dark eyes, and scolded: "Will you scream in pain? If you don't say a word, how will others know that you are injured?"

He Zhan lowered his eyes and laughed at himself: "No one cares, so why bother saying anything?"

"I care! I care a lot!" Song Huiling spoke every word with force.

After all, the injury was caused by her and she felt very guilty.

He Zhan raised his head, his eyes fell on Song Huiling's face, and there seemed to be an undercurrent in his eyes.

Song Huiling stood up, closed the door of the east room, then took out the external injury medicine prescribed by Doctor Yu from the cabinet, walked back to the table, and began to carefully clean He Zhan's wound.

He Zhan lowered his eyes and saw a pair of slender hands removing the gauze for him. As if afraid that he would feel pain, the hands moved slowly and gently, applying force inch by inch. The fair and delicate skin formed a sharp contrast with the bronze color of his chest.

Looking up, he saw Song Huiling's thick and long eyelashes trembled slightly. He Zhan was moved for a moment, and his heart softened inexplicably.

But when he opened his mouth, his voice became a little colder: "Shouldn't you point your finger at my nose and scold me for being such a heartless and ungrateful villain?"

After the excitement subsided, Song Huiling gradually calmed down. He stared at He Zhan, smiling as he said, "If you were really heartless and ungrateful, Ah Mo would have died long ago. Tell me, who is Ah Mo, and how did you recognize him?"

The gentle voice was as pleasant as a stream, and something in He Zhan's heart seemed to collapse.

He was not as good as Song Huiling thought. If A'mo had not happened to appear at the He family, and if she and A'niang had not tried their best to keep him, A'mo would have died at his hands that night.

Not wanting Song Huiling to know about his meanness, He Zhan restrained his expression and spoke slowly:

"According to Xin Sang and the head of the thousand households, not all of Wu Luo's family died. Wu Luohai's fifteen-year-old son, Wu Luoda, managed to escape. Although the boy is speechless, he is still a big worry for Xin Sang.

He searched for Uroda for some time without success, and suspected that he had fled to the garrison area. He gave a letter with a portrait, hoping that the garrison would kill him immediately if they met him.

After hearing this, Song Huiling was horrified. This kid A'mo was really brave.

The most dangerous place is the safest place. He had been wandering around Tuling Pass until he met her and Yang, and returned home with them.

Song Huiling swallowed, his throat tightened, "How many people have seen that portrait?"

He Zhan's eyebrows sank. "The captain handed the portrait to me before it was opened. After I remembered Uroda's features, I immediately burned the portrait."

Song Huiling patted his chest and exhaled from time to time: "It's okay, it's okay, then you are the only one who has seen it."

Judging from Yang's current age, Uloda must have been born after she left home.

Yang's younger brother is even younger than He Zhan. Wu Luohai is still strong despite his age...

Song Huiling had already taken off the bloody gauze and carefully wiped He Zhan's wound. She sighed several times and stared at He Zhan with a frown:

"It's indeed difficult to let Ah Mo stay in the He family, but he is my mother's biological brother and your dear uncle. No matter how difficult it is, we have to do it!"

He Zhan said in a cold and firm voice: "I will make my own decision on this matter. I am not so cruel as to kill all of A Niang's family members."

Song Huiling prepared good medicine for He Zhan. He took seven taels of silver and went out again in the dark.

He said he was going to settle A'mo's issue and at the same time settle the matter of Yang's debt to the Sun family.

He Zhan left home, and Song Huiling was responsible for comforting Yang and told her the whole story.

When Yang knew that she had a younger brother, she felt sad and happy at the same time. She hugged A'mo tightly and cried uncontrollably.

He cried until his face turned pale and he couldn't cry at all. Song Huiling realized that something was wrong and quickly pulled him away.

Ever since hearing what He Zhan said, the hatred in A'mo's eyes has never subsided.

Song Huiling was worried that he would suddenly go and cause trouble for He Zhan, so she pulled him aside and tried to persuade him kindly:

"As the saying goes, ignorance is not a crime. Your nephew didn't know about all these twists and turns beforehand. It's Xin Sang who should be damned. You have a grudge in your heart. You should secretly accumulate strength and strengthen yourself. Once you can compete with Xin Sang, you can avenge your family instead of thinking about how to kill your nephew."

"Besides... you, as his uncle, can't beat him..."

A'mo's head gradually drooped, and Song Huiling didn't know how much he could hear.

But her last words were spoken from the heart. If A'mo really couldn't kill He Zhan, from this perspective, he should just stay alive.