A person will make many choices in her life, and every time she is cautious, except for the important matter of marriage, she is too "decisive".
In fact, she had known Xia Huaijun for a long time. He became an official at the age of eighteen and was always cautious and dedicated to serving the people. He was still unmarried at the age of twenty-two. Everyone said that he was ambitious, smart, and good at interpersonal relationships.
When she talked to him, he showed his ambitious side. His steadiness, restraint and intelligence were what those talented young men lacked.
One misstep will lead to eternal regret.
However, before Zi'an was beaten to death, she did not have much resentment towards Xia Huaijun or even Chen Linglong.
As he said today, all men have three wives and four concubines. Why does she ask Xia Huaijun to be loyal to her? She is not a good wife in everyone's eyes, because she is jealous and petty, and has no tolerance for others. She can't even tolerate a concubine.
This was her original sin.
If it weren't for Zi'an's tragic death, she would probably have hated herself until her death.
Prime Minister Xia finally turned around and left. He hated this woman, hated her to the core. However, he understood where this hatred came from. It came from her uncompromising attitude, her aloofness, her glory, and the fact that she had loved him so much and he missed it.
All women are willing to give and compromise for their husbands, but she is not willing to do so, so she has no right to say that she loved him, and he would not admit that when he married her, apart from showing off to Prince An and her followers, he had even a little love for her.
Regent's Palace!
Zi'an has been busy since entering the palace today, feeding fish, planting flowers, weeding...
Finally, she was "favored" by the Regent Murong Jie, who allowed her to clean the room for him.
Before this, I had been treating his injuries in the side room and had never been to his Xiaoyun Pavilion.
Today was the first time she entered the house, and she was not allowed to have the maids and Chen Liuliu help. He said to her, "I never allow any woman to enter my house."
Su Qing was also unlucky with her.
Ni Rong could go in, but he was on a mission today and was not in the mansion.
After entering Xiaoyun Pavilion and seeing the mess on the ground, Su Qing swallowed his saliva, "Every time I come to help him clean up, if I don't have a drink, I will become very crazy."
Zi'an looked at everything in front of him and felt the urge to run away.
She looked at Su Qing, who quickly said, "You don't have to drink today."
This Xia Zian doesn't seem to like people drinking.
Zi'an sighed softly, "Two cups, I want a bigger portion."
Without a little drink she would go crazy.
She had never seen such a messy house. To be precise, except for the chairs, table and bed which were neatly arranged, everything else was scattered all over the place.
When the wardrobe was opened, a pile of clothes were stuffed in it in a mess. There were more than a dozen pairs of shoes, which were now scattered on the ground, one here and one there, with no logic at all.
There was a broken vase on the floor by the window, with its fragments scattered all over the floor. There was a puddle of water, and the almost withered peony was lying dejectedly on the floor.
And all this is just the tip of the iceberg.
"Su Qing, why don't the maids come in to clean up?" Zi'an didn't believe in the nonsense that women were not allowed to enter the room. Now he was finding different ways to torture her.
"Xiao Yun Pavilion has no maids."
"Where is the boy?" Zi'an asked in surprise.
"Servant?" Su Qing thought for a moment. "There is a servant, but he came in to clean up once before. He was very dissatisfied and got very angry. Since then, it has been Ni Rong and I who have been cleaning up. Xiao Tuo has also cleaned up, but don't count on him, his room is even messier than this one."
"Xiao Tuo doesn't let women get close to him either?" Zi'an wondered how there could be such a weird person in the world. Any normal man would take the initiative to approach women, and would like women to take the initiative to approach them.
"Never." Su Qing seemed very proud. "So, whenever we go out with them, although Ni Rong and I are not the most popular, we can always come back with a lot of gains."
There was something else behind his words, accompanied by a lewd and obscene smile. Zi'an rolled his eyes at him unhappily.
The two drank a glass of wine and started to fight.
Zian really didn't believe it, "He really never let a woman step into the room?"
Su Qing shook her head, "No, Rou'er can't come in, but you are an exception."
She doesn't want this kind of exception that would be exhausting!
"Who is Rou'er?" Zi'an was very curious. Before, Ni Rong gave her a set of clothes and said it was Miss Rou'er's. Now, after hearing Su Qing talk about it, it seemed that this Rou'er was of great significance to Murong Jie.
"Rou'er is Rou'er!" Su Qing carefully picked up the fragments and threw them into a huge bamboo basket. This bamboo basket was specially used to hold garbage. It was too difficult for one person to drag it out, and it took two people to carry it.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zi'an felt that Miss Rou'er was even more mysterious.
It took the two of them an hour to clean up, and in the end all that was left was sweeping and mopping the floor.
Su Qing pounded his waist, his clothes soaked with sweat, "No, I won't sweep the floor, you come."
"You are a military officer after all. How come you are so tired after doing such a small thing?" Zi'an thought he was just being lazy.
"No, an old injury has flared up." Yes, he was just being lazy.
Zi'an walked towards him with a smile, took out the needle bag, and took out the longest needle, "Old injury? Let me help you take a look."
Su Qing looked at the needle that was as long as a finger, sighed, and went out to get a broom dejectedly, "Miss, you take a rest, I'll do it."
Zi'an put away the needle, walked out and sat on the stone steps in front of the corridor. Murong Jie was dancing with a sword in the yard.
When she was working as an agent, she felt that although agents were usually extremely introverted, when on a mission, they were more ruthless than anyone else and killed without blinking an eye. Even if their faces were splashed with the enemy's blood, they had to continue with their guns.
It was a kind of killing without any beauty, it was just a fight to the death, either you die or I live.
It doesn't matter whether the posture of holding the gun looks good or not, what matters is the accuracy. Only if you shoot the enemy in the head with one shot can you survive.
Therefore, she used to hate killing, fighting, and martial arts, because no matter whether it was fighting techniques or the Taekwondo and Muay Thai she practiced, they were all extremely fierce, winning by strength and ferocity.
She had never seen such beautiful and graceful martial arts, except on TV.
He was wearing a loose white brocade robe, stretching out his long arm, pointing his long sword, spinning, turning his head, with the tip of the sword pointing out. He looked elegant, but he was imposing and his sword energy was overwhelming.
The leaves around him were swept down by his sword energy, like a layer of floating green snowflakes. His figure gradually rose and spun, surrounded by sword energy, and the fallen leaves were also spun up to form a green ribbon, indescribably beautiful.
She held her chin in her hand, looking at him in fascination. This was her future husband. No matter whether he loved him or not, he didn't love anyone anyway, so as long as he was hers, that was enough.
Suddenly, he stopped, stood still with the sword in hand, turned around, raised his eyebrows, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Look at you, you are so stupid, so ugly."
A very beautiful painting was suddenly torn apart.
Zi'an withdrew his gaze and stood up expressionlessly. She had not thought about anything just now. She didn't want anyone she loved.
Just as she was about to go in, she saw two guards helping Ni Rong in.
(End of this chapter)