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

He Zhan had an extremely cold expression on his face. He stretched out his hand and drew out the sword from his waist. With a whoosh, Song Huiling only felt a flash of white light before his eyes, and the sword was already on Xie Yunsui's neck.

Song Huiling swallowed her saliva. Xie Yunsui was a foul-mouthed person, but his crime did not deserve the death penalty. Moreover, he was bearing the face of her senior brother. She could not accept that he was hacked to death by He Zhan.

She pinched her thigh hard, her eyes suddenly turned red, and her voice trembled as she spoke: "Husband."

It was the first time that He Zhan heard Song Huiling call him like that. The soft, gentle and mournful voice sounded as if it was right beside his ear. He felt something strange in his heart. He raised his eyes and looked sideways, only to see her pulling out the hairpin on her head and pressing it against her fair, slender neck.

"My husband, Mr. Xie and I are innocent and have never done anything inappropriate. Yet you want to take my life without knowing the truth. Don't you believe me and think I'm a fickle woman? In this case, I have no choice but to die to prove my loyalty!" Song Huiling's acting skills were perfect. She spoke in a sad and heroic tone, but she did not dare to use any strength with her hands, for fear that the tip of the hairpin would pierce her neck.

She wanted to take a chance on He Zhan's conscience, so she gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and controlled the strength in her hands to poke the hairpin into her flesh.

"Lingmei!" Xie Yunsui's anxious voice sounded.

Almost at the same time, a crisp collision sound was heard, and He Zhan swung his sword and knocked the hairpin out of Song Huiling's hand.

Song Huiling was secretly delighted, he won the bet!

She slowly opened her eyes, pretending to be flustered and confused, and bent down to pick up the hairpin: "Since my husband doesn't believe me? Why save me? Just let me die!"

Picking up the hairpin and about to stand up, He Zhan's deep voice suddenly rang out: "That's enough, go home."

Song Huiling bit the flesh of her lips tightly, restraining her triumphant smile. She stood up, put the hairpin back in front of He Zhan, and smiled softly, "My family is poor, I can't afford to lose this hairpin."

He Zhan was so angry that he almost laughed. He snorted coldly and waved at Song Huiling: "Come here, how long do you plan to stay behind another man?"

Song Huiling put on a full show, taking small steps and throwing herself into He Zhan's arms, resting her head softly on his chest, looking up at him: "I'm tired, I can't walk anymore."

This time it's the truth. The only reason her frail little body has been able to endure this for so long is because of her strong willpower.

He Zhan lowered his eyes and saw the person in his arms pouting pitifully. She seemed docile and submissive, but there was no sincerity in her eyes. He was too lazy to expose her, so he followed her wishes, put away his sword, and picked her up by the waist.

"Lingmei..." Xie Yunsui raised his hand, clenched it into a fist, and slowly put it down.

He was unwilling to believe that his childhood sweetheart, Lingmei, who had known him for more than ten years, would change her heart so easily, and just thought that she was just temporarily compromising.

He suddenly realized that the Fifth Prince could only protect his life, but Lingmei was a woman and would be of no help to the rebellion. If the Fifth Prince really wanted to protect her, he would not let her marry as a military wife.

Protecting him and Old Xu from getting into trouble in Qianzhong was the greatest effort the Fifth Prince could make. It was his impatience that put Lingmei in a difficult position.

Song Huiling hugged He Zhan's neck, looked at Xie Yunsui, and said in a distant tone: "Master Xie, my husband treats me very well. I only recognize him as a man in my life. Our engagement is invalid since the ceremony has not been completed. From now on, it is better for us to keep our distance."

Suddenly, He Zhan pinched her waist, stimulating her tingling spot. Song Huiling shrank into his arms and looked at him with a puzzled expression: "What are you doing?"

The woman in his arms clung to his neck with her arms as soft as lotus roots. Her delicate body seemed boneless and weightless. He Zhan suddenly regretted picking her up. Now, when he heard her soft and delicate voice, he suddenly felt angry. He used a lot of self-control to resist throwing her out. He frowned and whispered, "Shut up! Don't talk!"

Really sick! Song Huiling rolled his eyes and forced himself to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

When He Zhan carried her away, she caught a glimpse of the hurt look in Xie Yunsui's eyes. She turned her face away and left him with a resolute figure.

One of the people she was most grateful to in her previous life was her senior brother. When her thesis was falsely accused of plagiarism and no one believed her, only her senior brother trusted her unconditionally and accompanied her day and night to find evidence and paint a palette to clear her name.

But Xie Yunsui of Dayan is not her senior brother after all. She can't use the substitute literature to transfer her gratitude to her senior brother to him. She is married and the two of them have no intersection anymore. It's time to cut off the relationship.

After walking for a while, Song Huiling saw that the soldiers following He Zhan would glance at her and He Zhan from time to time, with a tight smile on their lips, and their intention to watch out for the show was too obvious.

The crisis was successfully resolved. She suddenly felt unaccustomed to being held by He Zhan like this. She raised her hand and pushed his chest: "Put me down and walk by yourself."

He Zhan glanced at her, his eyes lacking much emotion: "Now you seem to be shy, but why don't you blush in front of your sweetheart?"

Song Huiling was a little annoyed: "Are you done yet? I thought I had made it very clear in front of you and Master Xie!"

He Zhan raised his lips with a playful smile: "I underestimated you. I wronged you yesterday and you acted so calmly. I really wanted people to think that you let it go. You shouldn't have been so anxious to come looking for me today."

Everything was just a coincidence. Song Huiling didn't know how to explain it. If she said that he came to the city to inquire about business, he would definitely not believe it. So she simply didn't explain and attacked, "I overestimated you. I didn't expect you to be such a petty person. There's not only Xie Yunsui in the city, but also my grandfather's family. You've been a grandson-in-law for less than half a month. Have you visited my grandfather in such a long time? Have you brought me any news about my grandfather? As a worried granddaughter, I'm worried about my grandfather. Now that he has finally recovered and can go out, I naturally have to come to find him in person. I can only feel relieved when I see him well with my own eyes!"

In her previous life, Song Huiling's parents were busy with work, and she was raised by her grandparents since she was a child. She had a deep relationship with them. She must have been very sad when she thought of her grandparents seeing her cold body. Her nose was sore and she shed sad tears.

People can't lie when they are sincere. Song Huiling choked up and didn't make a sound. The way she suppressed her tears made He Zhan's heart tighten. His expression was still cold, but his tone was softer than he could detect. "Your maternal grandfather's family is not in the city. The post road is being repaired nearby, and they have been transferred to do odd jobs."

Song Huiling stopped crying immediately, and something suddenly flashed through her mind.

Why was her grandfather exiled? Because he supported the fifth prince!

Who is the Fifth Prince? Isn't that the hero in the novel "The Young Emperor"?

According to the plot, two years later, the current emperor died, and before he died he finally changed his mind and made the fifth prince the crown prince. Wouldn't her grandfather's family be able to return to the capital then?

Following my grandfather is much more promising than following the villain He Zhan!

It seems that I must keep in touch with my grandfather's family more often to maintain family ties.