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He Changdi stopped the barbarian woman and shook his head. He then used the barbarian language to explain to the woman.

The barbarian woman glanced at He Changdi carefully before agreeing anxiously.

She stood up nervously and wanted to go out to boil goat milk for He Changdi. This time, He Changdi did not stop her.

When the barbarian woman came out of the tent, He Changdi began to size up the shabby tent.

In the corner of the tent, there was a fur-lined mattress. Two boys were sleeping on it, one older and one younger. The older one looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, while the younger one was probably no more than ten years old. However, both of them looked pale, and it was obvious that they were ill. In addition to the strong musty smell in the tent, there was also a faint herbal smell.

The younger child was still asleep, but the older one had been staring at him with wide eyes ever since he entered the tent. His eyes were filled with wariness.

He Changdi, who had always been cold and unfeeling, suddenly smiled. The warm yellow light shone on his handsome face, making him look like a god that had descended to the mortal world. The bedridden youth was stunned.

"Mu Ren". This youth was exactly the same as when he met him in his previous life.

Even the wariness in his eyes had not changed.

However, in his previous life, they had met for the first time in the Land of Exile. In this life, they met in this small and crude tent.

In his previous life, the youth had stood in front of him but was killed by the iron hooves of the soldiers. In this life, he had arrived three years earlier and was determined to protect the mother and son.

By the time He Changdi brought Lai Yue out of the tent, the sky was already filled with stars. Even Lai Yue, who did not understand the barbarian language, knew that the barbarian woman was called Uli Han and the two boys were called Mu Ren and Na Risong.

The middle-aged Uli Han sent He Changdi off into the distance. She watched his back disappear into the vast grasslands before turning back.

Lai Yue followed He Changdi as they stepped on the stars. Although he was curious why his master would help a pair of orphans and a widow, it was obvious that his master had something on his mind.

The silence lasted until the master and servant entered the small courtyard they had bought in Liangzhou City.

Lai Yue had been living in the courtyard for the past few days, so it was very clean. All the tools were ready-made, so he could just stay there.

Not long after He Changdi returned to the courtyard, a man dressed like an ordinary person jumped into the courtyard and handed a blue bag to He Changdi.

Lai Yue was overjoyed. "Third Young Master, it's from the capital."

He Changdi held his bag. He didn't know what was going on, but he suddenly felt a sense of anticipation in his heart. Even he didn't know what he was looking forward to at this moment.

Lai Yue blindly followed behind his master, hoping that his master would open the package and let him take a look. If the package contained the dried meat that Third Young Madam had brought, his master would definitely let him have some. However, who would have thought that He Sanlang would carry the package and enter his room in two or three steps. Then, he closed the door and left Lai Yue outside.

As soon as He Changdi entered the room, his long legs unconsciously quickened his pace. In just two steps, he had reached the table and quickly untied the parcel.

As soon as he opened the parcel, He Changdi was stunned.

He stared at the parcel in a daze for a few seconds before he reacted. A bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart. As soon as he came back to his senses, he rummaged through the contents of the parcel.

This parcel was completely different from the last time. Not only were there no snacks and snacks, but there were also very few thoughtful clothes.

There were only a few newly made winter clothes in the opened parcel. Moreover, they were made of silk. They were luxurious, but he couldn't wear this kind of material and style in the Northern Region.

He Changdi couldn't help but think of the huge parcel he had received last time.

There were medicine for bruises, waterproof and cold-resistant deerskin boots, comfortable inner clothes, hand-to-hand combat equipment that was convenient for practicing martial arts, and even wrist and knee guards. Although they were scattered, they were all things that he needed. Even things that he hadn't thought of had been thought of for him.

Lai Yue said that these were all prepared by that poisonous woman, Chu Lian.

With that kind of thoughtfulness, when he looked at the thin parcel in front of him, he suddenly felt a trace of disappointment.

He Sanlang pursed his thin lips and suppressed the strange feeling that rose from the bottom of his heart. He stretched out his slender fingers and moved away the clothes at the top of the parcel. The wooden box at the bottom contained the letters sent from the capital.

The hand that opened the wooden box unconsciously trembled and felt apprehensive.

When the flat pear wood box was opened, the first thing that He Sanlang saw was the huge cowhide envelope at the bottom.

This poisonous woman!

Did she draw pictures for him again?!

Hmph!

She really knows how to slack off!

There was only He Sanlang in the room. If Lai Yue was also here, he would definitely see that the corners of his master's mouth held a trace of an extremely shocking smile.

He Changdi stretched out his hand and moved the three letters away from the cowhide envelope. He pulled out the huge cowhide envelope at the bottom. His slender fingers nimbly flipped through the pages, inadvertently carrying a trace of urgency.

But when he pulled out the drawing paper from the cowhide envelope and opened it, He Sanlang stared at the drawing paper in a daze for ten seconds. His originally gentle eyes instantly became filled with anger. Then, his handsome face quickly darkened and darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye. Under the contrast of that large beard, it actually seemed somewhat laughable.

After a few more seconds, He Sanlang fiercely threw the stack of drawing paper in his hand to the ground.

The drawing paper that was thrown to the ground and then stepped on by He Sanlang a few times was actually completely blank!

He Sanlang was practically bursting with anger.

This poisonous woman, this poisonous woman!

How dare she!

She actually sent him blank drawing paper just to deal with him!

He Sanlang hated that he couldn't just grab her in front of Chu Lian, wantonly ridicule and bully her, and let her know the duties of a man's wife.

The restless He Sanlang paced back and forth in the room. If it weren't for his extraordinary endurance, this room would have been destroyed long ago.

Chu Lian, who was lying on the soft bed in Count Jing 'an's estate's Songtao Court, rolled over and moaned comfortably. She had long forgotten about the matter of giving He Sanlang a blank piece of paper.

At that time, the chief steward had personally made a trip to Songtao Court to ask for a letter. Chu Lian had asked if He Changdi had sent a letter, but the chief steward had hemmed and hawed for a long time before saying that he hadn't.

Chu Lian rolled her eyes at that time and immediately went into the study. She folded a few blank pieces of drawing paper and stuffed them into an envelope before sending the chief steward away.

"If you're heartless, then I'll be heartless." He Sanlang didn't write a reply to her, yet he still wanted her letter. What wishful thinking!

He Sanlang had no idea that he had received a blank piece of paper entirely because of himself.

Lai Yue stood guard outside the door and could only hear his master's footsteps pacing back and forth in the room. He perked up his ears in confusion and guessed, 'Could it be that Third Young Master was so happy that he couldn't sleep because he received Third Young Mistress' letter? '

After more than a quarter of an hour, He Changdi finally managed to suppress his anger. He sat back down at the table and opened the other letters.

As he read them, his brows furrowed tightly.

The capital wasn't as peaceful as he imagined it to be during this period of time.

Chu Lian, that vicious woman, had done many things.

She actually had a rank now, and it was even a title personally bestowed upon her by the Emperor. She had accompanied her grandmother to the imperial palace to attend the mid-autumn banquet. Old Duke Zheng's recovery was partly due to her. Furthermore, she was going to open a restaurant that his grandmother had long since given up on.

He Changdi didn't know what was going on, but he suddenly recalled Lai Yue's joking words today.

"Third Young Master has been promoted so quickly. Perhaps in a few months, Third Young Master will become a general. Then, Third Young Mistress will become an honorary wife."

It was a glorious thing for a husband to help his wife earn a vice honorary title. However, this woman had earned her rank on her own and didn't borrow any of his strength.

He clearly shouldn't have cared, but for some reason, a wave of displeasure rose in his heart.

He Sanlang secretly swore that one day, he would definitely become a top official and use the rank of a first-rank honorary title to fiercely suppress that lousy title. He would let the world only know that she was He Sanlang's wife, and not some bullsh * t fifth-rank Jinyi Xiangjun.

He Sanlang, who was in a rage, couldn't react at all. Previously, he had wanted to divorce Chu Lian, but now, he wanted to help her earn a first-rank honorary title …

Among these letters, Prince Jin's letter was the most detailed. After reading all the letters, He Changdi finally suppressed the ups and downs in his heart.

He also finally understood the reason for his inexplicable promotion this time.

It was actually Chu Lian. He Changdi didn't know what kind of feelings he had in his heart right now. He knew that the only thing he wanted to do now was to catch that vicious woman in front of him and ask her what was going on.

It seemed like something was slowly changing in the dark.

Was she really helping him?

Why?

Wasn't the person in her heart Xiao Wujing?

He Changdi's heart was instantly in a mess.

He took a deep breath, and when he came back to his senses, it was already half the night.

He personally changed the candles and picked out the wick. He Changdi sat at the desk and spread out a piece of paper. Perhaps it was because his mood had slowly calmed down, he didn't write that kind of crazy scribbles anymore. Instead, he wrote in strong and powerful regular script.

When the East started to show a faint white light, He Sanlang lay down on the bed with exhaustion.

There were three letters on the desk. The one at the bottom was bulging and was estimated to be at least seven or eight sheets of paper. On the cover of the letter was clearly written, "For my wife, Chu shi."

In the blink of an eye, it was the first day of September.

It was already slowly turning into late autumn, and the weather was slightly cold, especially in the morning and evening.

In this kind of weather, the most suitable thing to do was to laze in bed.

It was neither cold nor hot, and a faint warm fragrance floated in the bedroom. It was extremely comfortable. Chu Lian hugged the soft brocade quilt, her porcelain white and rosy little face shrunk under the quilt, only half of it exposed. She breathed deeply and slept soundly.

When Gui Momo and Xiyan came in, they saw Chu Lian's sweet sleeping appearance.

Gui Momo's eyes twitched. She personally lifted the gauze curtain and hung the golden hook, and then sat on the bed.

She reached out and gently shook Chu Lian twice: "Aiyo, my Third Grandmother, what time is it? How can you still be in the mood to sleep?"

Chu Lian rubbed her eyes in a daze and vaguely asked: "What time is it?"

Gui Momo's face darkened: "Third Grandmother, it's seven in the morning."

"Seven in the morning?" It was only seven in the morning. Chu Lian closed her eyes and wanted to go back to sleep.