The cannon fodder original wife's bad story

Chapter 1390

"Today at the official residence, I overheard Lord Lin mention a few words about it. It seems that around autumn, the General will return to the capital to meet the Emperor, and the marriage of Fuyun should take place around that time."

"Can a wedding be organized in three or four months?"

Song Guanzhou was somewhat puzzled, but Pei An nodded, “Lord Lin and the eldest son of the Jin family are old acquaintances. Now that the eldest son wants to stay in the capital, he will have to contact his old friends more often, at least to help with the marriage in Fuyun.”

"Aren't General Jin's other relatives in the capital?"

Although not well-known, they are still considered to be of some standing.

"Some things can be done by relatives, and some things require outsiders to help. The General and the Princess are very satisfied with this marriage, and Fuyun's dowry has been transported from Liyang in batches."

"It seems that we'll be able to attend Miss Jin's wedding banquet before the end of the year."

Pei An ruffled Song Guanzhou's loose hair. "Now there's no need to trouble Fuyun and me, right?" His face was as beautiful as jade, and his eyes were gentle. Song Guanzhou leaned closer and, ignoring the maids sitting not far away, gently kissed his thin lips.

"Watching the boats—"

Pei An suddenly blushed, "My lady... the maids are here too."

"They didn't see it."

Song Guanzhou skimmed across the water like a dragonfly, then withdrew. "It seems I really misunderstood Jin Fuyun. I thought she was determined to have you."

"Don't make wild guesses."

Song Guanzhou closed her eyes, hiding all her emotions. She had almost lost her temper and asked about the mess in Jin Fuyun's mansion and the aftermath of the Green Plum Garden.

What's wrong?

Gu San Niangzi lost her life after being imprisoned for only a few days. Isn't that strange enough?

What about Zhu San and Suo Hong?

The mother and son at Wanxing Wharf Teahouse took in Xu Lingqiao, but were later burned to death and disappeared without a trace.

No, no!

Xu Lingqiao came back alive, but she lost her innocence. Shouldn't that be forgiven?

Song Guanzhou was seething with anger and waiting for an opportunity. He hoped that Xu Lingbai could achieve a good ranking in the palace examination, so that he could stay in the capital and be a minor official, and leave this place of trouble with Xu Lingqiao.

She knew that the person who had defiled Xu Lingqiao must be in the capital.

Even if she were a high-ranking official or nobleman, Xu Lingqiao, being gentle and sensitive by nature, would probably never consider remarrying after such an incident.

But life is a long journey.

This is not modern times, where women can live comfortably without marriage or children.

Why?

Jin Fuyun committed heinous crimes, yet she still lives a life of luxury—that doesn't make sense! Song Guanzhou was seething with anger. She was worried that Pei An had already lost all morals and ethics, and was dragging too many innocent people into his mess.

That night, Song Guanzhou couldn't sleep.

Watching the night deepen from darkness to the darkest hour before dawn, Pei An stood up and turned around in an instant. "Guan Zhou, you're awake so early?"

In the past, when he got up, he would hear his wife's soft, gentle breathing beside him.

But it's gone today.

Hehua lifted the curtain and brought candles to the bed, lighting the cloisonné enamel bird candles on either side. The room immediately brightened, illuminating Song Guanzhou's dark eyes.

I didn't sleep all night, and I'm exhausted and lacking energy.

She gently raised her hand to block the warm light of the candle. "Si Lang, I haven't slept a wink all night."

"One night?"

Upon hearing this, Pei An stopped getting out of bed, bent down, and touched Song Guanzhou's forehead with his hand. "You're not hot, what's wrong?"

"Nightmare".

"Then wake me up, and I'll stay with you so you won't get more scared the more you think about it."

Feeling deeply sorry for him, Pei An waved away the lotus flowers and then picked up Song Guanzhou, coaxing him like a child. He even imitated the old woman and called out Song Guanzhou's name a few times.

What are you doing?

Song Guanzhou rubbed her eyes, not quite understanding why Pei An called her by her name.

“Call back my soul. If you ever wake up from a nightmare and are too scared to go back to sleep, just call me. I’m warm and full of yang energy. I’ll protect you from all the evil spirits and wicked creatures.”

Song Guanzhou suddenly felt a sense of relief after a night of inner turmoil.

She wrapped her arms around Pei An's neck, her upper body half-embracing and half-leaning in his arms. She tilted her head back and gently nibbled on Pei An's chin, a light, intimately ticklish kiss.

"Si Lang, it's so good to have you."

These are heartfelt words. Putting aside the original story, in terms of their current life together, if she doesn't care about the petty squabbles between Jin Fuyun and him, in all fairness, Pei An is a very good husband.

What a pity!

Can this ephemeral, unattainable love between husband and wife last until she is twenty-one?

“If one day we are not together, Silang, I’m afraid it will take me a very, very long time to get used to it.”

"What?"

Pei An pushed her delicate body aside a few inches, and the two looked into each other's eyes. "My husband and I will be together forever. We will be together no matter what. If I have to go out for a few days on official business, it is fine. But if it is a long time, I will definitely take you with me."

Faced with such a sincere man—young, wealthy, with a good position and a bright future—Song Guanzhou smiled gently. Was she happy?

She was naturally delighted, or to put it another way, she truly loved it to the core.

Sadly, it was only a 100% liking.

She cupped Pei An's face in her hands and said emotionally, "Pei An, you can only be mine in this life. I will not share you with anyone, no one!"

Pei An tilted his head and chuckled, but he couldn't break free from Song Guanzhou's slender yet strong hand.

“Pei An, I like you so, so much. No woman, whether it’s Jin Fuyun or Zhu Baoyue, can get close to you, let alone receive any of your favor. Otherwise—I will be even more impulsive and extreme than your mother.”

As Song Guanzhou spoke, he was serious and aloof, his expression revealing a strong possessiveness as well as a faint, indescribable sadness.

Hey!

Pei An's heart softened completely, and he wished he could tear out his heart and lungs and lay them all bare for Song Guanzhou to see clearly.

He cares about her so much and dotes on her, so why is she still so insecure?

“My beloved, do not follow your mother’s example; she harmed herself and others.” Pei An took her pair of slender, white fingers in his large hand and kissed them repeatedly. “It is I who cannot live without you, Guanzhou.”

Song Guanzhou smiled and said, "Then the nightmare doesn't count."

Pei An kissed her palm deeply, "What did you dream about?"

"I dreamt that you didn't want me, found a pretext to divorce me, and then married Jin Fuyun. She became your virtuous wife, more capable than me and more gentle than me, helping you rise to the top and become a high-ranking official." This changed the original story where Pei An pushed her to her death.

absurd!

Pei An was both amused and exasperated. "You've just had such an absurd dream. Let alone the fact that I have her help, how could I possibly divorce you? How could I possibly bear to?"

"Perhaps someone framed me, or perhaps we had some unpleasant words. I've always had a bad temper, but you like me now, so please be tolerant. In the future, when we're an old married couple, what if you develop feelings of dislike? Why can't we?"

"Nonsense! So you despise me now? Are you like before, wishing you could divorce me immediately?"

Pei An patiently comforted her, "You mustn't talk nonsense. Fuyun is the future Princess Consort of Yongjun. Not everyone covets the title of Fourth Young Mistress of the Pei family."

Song Guanzhou gave a light hum and swallowed the words "Jin Fuyun is rare".

"As long as it's you."

My life, Pei Si.