Wanjin Lady

"Oh, thank you so much, sir! Thank you so much, sir!"

Wei Zheng sat on a rock not far away. Due to years of marching, even when sitting, his back was straight. Monkey and Zhao Heng rode back, tied up their horses, and joined Wei Zheng. Zhao Heng, whose forehead was covered with sweat from running, tugged at his clothes and teased, "This young scholar... has great stamina! He ran a hundred miles in one night before finding the doctor! He rushed in with a sword in hand, apologized, and pulled the doctor out of the bed! If you didn't know, you would think that the young lady was pregnant with his child!"

Wei Zheng's face darkened. "A woman's reputation is so important! Stop talking nonsense!"

Zhao Heng was a rough man, and he spoke without restraint. Then he remembered that this young lady was not only a widow, but also the Marquis's junior sister. He repeatedly slapped his mouth, "It's my fault! I'm used to being rough in the army! I forgot that this is not a military camp-"

"Old Zhao, your mouth... will get you into trouble sooner or later!" Monkey also frowned, then sneered, "You didn't see how fiercely she killed the bandits with a single blow of her sword just now. If you had, I guarantee you wouldn't say such words!"

Zhao Heng rubbed his head and smiled foolishly, but in his heart he was retorting: If it weren't for that arrow shot by him, the Marquis's little sister might have died. He, Zhao, was this young lady's benefactor!

Wei Zheng picked up a small stone from the ground and threw it, hitting Zhao Heng's chest accurately. "Put on your clothes! This is not a military camp! How can you expose your breasts?"

Zhao Heng lowered his head to see where her breasts were exposed.

They all bullied him.

Zhao Heng could only hum and pull up his clothes and put them on.

Wen Wan was dreaming.

She dreamed that Zhao Heng had transformed into Wei Zheng, Marquis of Huai'an. He rode a snow-white horse, wore silver armor, and held a red-tasseled spear. He charged towards her amidst a vast army.

The man was high and mighty, with cold eyes and a trace of blood on his face. The moonlight was bleak, falling on his silver armor. He looked noble and cold, unapproachable.

His brows were stern: "I just want an answer."

Wen Wan heard her own voice.

Gently.

Determined.

"Loved—"

The person on the horse was obviously stunned. Her expression did not show the heartache that Wenwan had imagined, nor was there any trace of emotion. There was no beautiful picture of reconciling with her ex and his ex holding her and spinning in circles.

On the contrary, the man had a gloomy face, exerted force on his wrist, and stabbed forward mercilessly.

"Don't rush to answer. And..." His tone was cold, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows seemed to be piled with ice and snow. "Wrong answer—"

No.

Why is the answer wrong?

I have loved you!
Besides, you didn’t even ask, so how do you know my answer is wrong?

She doesn't agree!
Wen Wan looked down and saw the bloody spear piercing her heart, staining her chest red.

A sharp pain came over her, and Wen Wan grabbed the handle of the spear in anger. She didn't know where she got the courage from, but she pushed her shoulders forward and walked forward step by step.

The spear pierced her chest and sank into her flesh bit by bit.

"Stab me again? Bro, even in my dreams...it hurts!"

Zhao Heng, or Wei Zheng, on the horse, froze in thought and began to retreat on his horse.

She heard her own shameless voice.

"Come on. Give me another question. I'm sure I can answer it right this time."

"I'm about to answer, come and bite me—"

Then… she woke up. Wen Wan slept until the sun was high in the sky. When she groggily opened her eyes, she was attracted by a rich fragrance. She dragged her heavy body to get up and found that the carriage had been cleaned and the bedding had been changed. It was clean and fresh.

Lifting the car curtain, Wen Wan saw Wei Zheng not far away.

My mind was in a daze last night, but now that the goods have been unloaded, my mind is much clearer.

Mr. Tu sent a message saying that Wei Zheng had lost his memory. Hongmei also said that Wei Zheng had a subordinate named Zhao Heng.

Then things are clear.

Zhao Heng is Wei Zheng——

Marquis of Huai'an, Wei Zheng.

Wei Zheng is the ruler of the four states in the Tianshui Prefecture area.

Wei Zheng, a powerful person who can shake the whole Tianshui Prefecture with just a stomp of his feet.

But the only thing that wasn't her action figure was Wei Zheng.

Maybe... Wei Zheng used the identity of his subordinate Zhao Heng for convenience when investigating the case?

Wen Wan's sigh was exceptionally long. She held her temples with her hands and thought to herself that Mr. Tu's luck was really good for playing claw machines.

What kind of big fish did he catch for her?

Fortunately, Wei Zheng has completely lost his memory. As long as she doesn't hang around him and doesn't reveal any clues, who would know that Wei Zheng is the former son-in-law of the Wen family?

Fortunately... he was allowed to wear a mask when entering and leaving Ping County.

Wen Wan admired her own wit immensely.

From then on, they went their separate ways, and apart from the connection of being "senior and junior brothers and sisters", they had no further relationship.

If she had known this, why would she have gone to such great lengths to get involved with Mr. Yao?
Wen Wan was having a headache, and Chen Ma had already noticed that she had woken up. She immediately brought her a bowl of steaming hot chicken soup and said, "Miss, you've been tired all night. Have a bowl."

Aunt Chen was overjoyed. "This is a chicken that the scholar caught himself!"

"Brother..." Wen Wan frowned slightly, "Catching chickens?"

Will he?
Wen Wan couldn't connect something like catching chickens with the gentle and kind Cheng Yunzhang.

"Isn't it?" Aunt Chen grinned. "Otherwise, he would have passed the imperial examination. This is how meticulous he is!"

Chen Ma gave a thumbs-up. "Thanks to the scholar, he called a doctor for the young lady overnight. He took your pulse while you were asleep. I also had the doctor examine both the young master and the young lady. The doctor said that although the young lady was frightened and gave birth prematurely, she was fortunate to have moved around more during her pregnancy and not just lying down to nourish the fetus. Although the baby is premature, it is healthy."

"Brother Xiuwen is indeed a responsible person." Wen Wan finally felt relieved. While drinking chicken soup, she asked, "Where's the child?"

"The young lady and the young master are in another carriage. They are being looked after by Hongmei and Old Madam Yao." Chen Ma knew she was anxious. A woman who had just given birth would always want to see her child. "Miss, shall I bring the young lady and the young master over to you?"

"No need." Wen Wan gently placed the bowl of chicken soup on the table. She had just given birth and was very weak, but her eyes and eyebrows added to the mature charm of a young woman. Her eyebrows were light and graceful, and her eyes were as clear as autumn water. Her face was even more beautiful and charming, but there was a hint of coldness in the depths of her eyes. "Go ask Master Tu to bring Shi Jinquan here! Ask Hongmei to come too."

At this moment, the sky is bright, clouds are rising and mist is spreading in the distance, and mountains are rising and falling. It is another sunny day.

After a night's rest, the servants became busy, some pushing the carriages, some cleaning around the camp, some reporting to the officers, some cooking. The camp was bustling with activity.

Amidst the curling smoke, Wen Wan drank a large bowl of chicken soup. She covered herself with a thin blanket, leaned against the car window, lifted the curtain and looked at the camp.

Wei Zheng sat in the distance and talked with his adoptive father, and the two of them had a very pleasant conversation.

Wei Zheng wore a dark blue brocade robe, his figure straight, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist; even through the fabric, the smooth, perfectly defined lines of his pectoral muscles were visible. In the half-year since I last saw him, his skin was a bit tanned, but he looked even more energetic, and his smile was like a gentle breeze. (End of Chapter)