On the day of the granted marriage, the daughter of a general wept and was reborn!

"You! Shen Wantang, I'm going to tell my father that you bullied me!" Shen Ying was still unwilling to accept the decision. If she hadn't felt the pain, she would have stood up and gone to greet Shen Wantang.

"Go ahead and sue me. If you don't, I, Shen Wantang, will look down on you." Shen Wantang's jaw tightened and he slowly raised his eyes. His unfathomable eyes made Shen Ying feel uneasy.

Shen Ying's eyes were vague and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Someone come here." Shen Wantang said calmly, putting down the teacup in his hand, "Send Shen Ying out. No need to be polite. After all, she is not a master."

As soon as he finished speaking, several servants behind Shen Wantang came forward.

Even though Shen Wantang said there was no need to be polite, the servant only said respectfully: "Second Miss..."

No matter how useless Shen Ying was, she still had some brains. If she continued to feel unhappy at this moment, and Shen Wantang really attacked her, her life would be over.

She staggered to her feet, and even though she was very angry, she could only leave angrily.

After Shen Ying left, Shen Wantang raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and his tightly furrowed brows became even more furrowed.

"Miss, the room has been cleaned up. You can go and have a rest now. I will bring the people below to clean up the flowers and plants in the yard these days." Qing'e came forward and spoke softly.

Looking at Shen Wantang in front of him, she didn't seem like the she-devil who couldn't tell right from wrong as Aunt Liu described her.

Qing'e felt extremely ashamed when she thought that she had misunderstood her in the past.

This courtyard has been abandoned for many years, but the flowers and plants in it are growing well. The walls next to the pavilion are covered with roses.

Shen Wantang took a glance and slowly stood up.

"Follow this prescription and get me some medicine from the pharmacy." In the room, Shen Wantang took out a piece of paper from the bottom of the dressing table and handed it to Qing'e.

"Miss, are you feeling unwell?" Qing'e frowned slightly. "The Shen family has several doctors with whom we have good relationships. If you need them, I will go and ask them for help."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Wantang waved his hand.

"Do you have a better relationship with the Shen family or with Concubine Liu?" she asked bluntly.

Qing'e stood there in a daze.

"Over the years, Aunt Liu has been in charge of household affairs. Can I trust the people she trusts?" Shen Wantang asked with raised eyebrows, leaning back in his chair.

Qing'e lowered her eyebrows, and the loneliness in her eyes was hard to conceal.

"Miss, don't you believe me either?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a breeze blew by, making the wind chimes by the window ring.

Shen Wantang stared at Qing'e's face closely, and the wind chimes swayed as if bringing her back to her previous life.

When she was forced to enter the palace, it was Qing'e who risked her life to hand Cen Xiao's letter to him. Until her death, she did not know Qing'e's name and could only remember her appearance firmly in her mind.

In the previous life, Shen Wantang would pull back all those who died because of him from the abyss one by one.

"Miss." The servant's voice brought Shen Wantang back to her senses, "A letter from the Hostage House."

Lian Zhao?

Shen Wantang's brows tightened and he raised his chin: "Just leave it there."

But after thinking about it, I always felt that something was wrong: "Who sent it?"

"Miss, it was delivered by a waiter from a pastry shop in the south of the city." The servant was also a little puzzled by this matter - there were many people in the hostage mansion, why did they choose to find someone from the pastry shop to deliver the letter? Maybe they looked down on the general's mansion!

Thinking of this, the displeasure on the servant's face was about to show.

Shen Wantang raised the corners of his mouth and raised the corners of his eyes: "Tomorrow, go to the pastry shop in the south of the city and buy more pastries for the mansion to improve the food."

The servant took his leave.

Shen Wantang's gaze fell on Qing'e again.

"If I didn't trust you, why would I keep you by my side?" Shen Wantang smiled soothingly, "I can see that you are different from Aunt Liu and the others."

Hearing this, Qing'e raised her eyes, which were already filled with tears, and a word choked in her throat.

"It's a dangerous job to stay with me. Are you willing?"

Shen Wantang stood up and asked tentatively.

"I am willing!"

Qing'e blurted out without thinking.

Shen Wantang smiled calmly.

Qing'e stuffed the prescription into her sleeve and prepared to get the medicine.

Shen Wantang let out a long breath, leaned back on the toffee chair, and thought about what had happened in the past few days.

If things go as expected, Ji Xunchuan will have to give up his military power next.

In the previous life, Shen Wantang was used as bait. In this life, she risked her life to refuse the marriage proposal, so Ji Xunchuan had to change his strategy. However, this strategy...

There is still no clue about the assassin from yesterday, and now the one who wants Shen Wantang dead is——

Imperial Concubine and Concubine Shu!

However, it takes some effort for these two ladies in the deep palace to reach out to the general's mansion.

The person in between needs to be carefully examined.

Night falls.

Maybe it was because he had thought too much during the day or because he was too used to his bed, but Shen Wantang couldn't fall asleep.

She slowly stood up, picked up the cloak from the hanger, and walked to the yard holding the kerosene lamp.

The breeze made the flames flutter, and the rose branches climbing on the wall rustled along with them.

No, that's not the sound of the wind.

Shen Wantang's eyes tightened, and he suddenly turned around and took out the dagger that he always kept at his waist.

A gust of wind blew by, bringing with it a familiar scent...

However, after many years of marching and fighting, Shen Wantang's hands were always quicker than her brain. She dodged and stabbed the intruder straight in the throat with the dagger.

But before she could penetrate, her wrist was firmly grasped - the big hands were surprisingly hot, which reminded her of an old friend.

The kerosene lamp was slowly raised, the man frowned, stared at Shen Wantang with evil eyes, smacked his lips and said: "I brought you information with good intentions, but you want to kill me?"

Shen Wantang shook off the man's hand, took a step back, and looked particularly careful.

"I didn't expect that the son of the Zhenbei Marquis would learn to climb walls like Deng Tuzi."

After he finished speaking, Cen Xiao raised his eyebrows and gave an ambiguous smile.

He didn't rush to argue, but turned around and sat under the flower corridor.

The man turned around, and Shen Wantang finally let go of the breath she had been holding - even though she had warned herself thousands of times in her heart not to get emotional, the scenes of love in the previous life still involuntarily emerged in her mind.

Cen Xiao, ah, Cen Xiao, you are such an enchanting man.

"Miss Shen, you gave me the order to distance myself from you, but now that I have found out about the assassin, I can only use this presumptuous way to communicate with you."

Cen Xiao let out a long sigh, and there was a hint of displeasure in his tone.

But when he turned around, his expression became more teasing.

The man was very smooth-talking, and with just one sentence, he made it Shen Wantang's fault.

"There are many ways to communicate. Why did Prince Cen choose this method that may lead to misunderstanding?" Shen Wantang looked displeased and spoke in a distant tone.