I was pampered like a treasure after being married off to the young marshal, but my father and broth

As the saying goes, a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken is up to no good.

Shang Sheyu didn't speak, but just quietly looked at Quan Huai'an.

The boy stood by the table, trying his best to appear sincere, but his hand, resting on the edge of the table, was unconsciously tapping the surface with his fingers at a rapid pace.

What is he expecting?

Am I looking forward to drinking this soup?

She reached out and picked up the small white porcelain bowl.

"Young Master Huai'an is very kind."

When Quan Huai'an saw her pick up the bowl, his eyes lit up immediately, and he urged, "Drink it quickly, while it's hot, it'll taste fishy when it cools down."

Shang Sheyu scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup and brought it to his lips.

The steam hit my face, carrying a rich aroma of meat.

She stopped half an inch from the tip of her nose and took a gentle sniff.

The aroma of old hen fat is mixed with the scent of several common medicinal herbs: angelica, astragalus, and goji berries.

The flavor is very pure; in fact, you could say the cooking time is perfect.

Quan Huai'an watched her movements nervously, his heart pounding in his chest.

This was a "miracle drug" that he had bought at great expense from a foreign firm.

The foreign doctor confidently assured everyone that this medicine was colorless and odorless, and that just a few drops would be enough to make even a cow unable to stand up.

Moreover, this medicine is mixed in the rich chicken soup, so even a god wouldn't be able to smell it.

He wanted to teach this merchant's daughter a lesson.

These past few days he's been releasing snakes and dogs, but the woman isn't afraid at all; instead, she's turned the tables and made fun of him.

If he could swallow this insult, he wouldn't be a Quan.

As long as she drinks it, she'll be vomiting and having diarrhea within half an hour. Then let's see how she'll still put on this aloof act.

Shang Sheyu lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the emotions within.

As a doctor, she is most sensitive to smells.

Even the most thoroughly cleaned laxatives, such as rhubarb or croton, will still have a slightly astringent or bitter taste when mixed with hot soup.

But this soup...

There was indeed no strange smell.

Aside from the natural aroma of the chicken soup, you can't smell anything else.

Seeing her holding the bowl, stirring the soup with a spoon but not putting it in her mouth, Quan Huai'an was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, wishing he could just grab her and pour the whole bowl of soup into her mouth.

"Drink up! Why aren't you drinking? This is a token of my appreciation. If you don't drink it, it means you're still blaming me and won't forgive me!"

Shang Sheyu lowered his eyes, just about to find an excuse to push the chicken soup back.

Suddenly, a series of steady and powerful footsteps came from outside the curtain.

Immediately afterwards, the heavy cotton curtain was lifted from the outside in.

Before the cold wind could even get in, a tall figure blocked most of the light from the doorway.

Shang Sheyu and Quan Huai'an turned to look at the same time.

Si Nan walked in, arm in arm with a man.

Shang Sheyu's gaze lingered on the man.

Even though she had lived two lives and seen all sorts of people, she couldn't help but feel a momentary suffocation.

This man is too tall and too strong.

He looks to be at least 1.9 meters tall.

He was wearing a black suit with a dark gray cashmere coat over it.

The suit was made of excellent material, wrapping around the man's broad, thick shoulders and prominent chest muscles, appearing slightly tight.

He stood there, his brows revealing a tough and fierce air, and even though he was dressed in a refined Western suit, he couldn't hide the wildness that emanated from his bones.

Shang Sheyu's gaze moved upwards and landed on the man's face.

His features were sharp and hard, as if carved by a knife and axe, with very high brow bones, deep-set eyes, a straight nose, and thin, slightly pursed lips.

It was an extremely aggressive face, handsome, yet intimidating to look directly at.

My gaze finally met those eyes.

Pitch black, bottomless.

Shang Sheyu's heart skipped a beat, and her fingers instinctively tightened their grip on the soup spoon in her hand.

Those eyes...

In a flash, the image of those bloodshot, violent, and murderous eyes that had appeared in that dark little house in the East Garden a few days ago flashed into my mind.

so similar.

The man was choking her neck with such force that he almost snapped it. The intense feeling of death still sends chills down her spine when she thinks about it.

But it doesn't quite look like it...

The man before him had a calm and composed expression as he surveyed the room with a steady gaze, devoid of any frenzied murderous intent.

Shang Sheyu shook his head inwardly.

"Huai'an?"

When Si Nan saw her grandson inside, her smile faded, and she frowned slightly: "What are you doing in your aunt's room?"

Quan Huai'an was completely terrified at this point.

He stared blankly at the tall man in the room, stammering, "Uncle... Uncle?"

Isn't my uncle in the military region?

Why did you suddenly come back?

There wasn't a whisper of it!

In the Quan Mansion, Quan Huai'an fears nothing but his uncle, Quan Tuo.

Upon hearing this, Shang Sheyu felt a jolt in his heart.

Uncle?

Quan Tuo?!

This man is...

She quickly regained her composure, suppressed her panic, stood up, walked to Si Nan, and respectfully curtsied: "Mother-in-law."

Then, she turned to face the tall man, bowed slightly, and said in a gentle voice, "Third Master."

This was the first time she had seen her husband since she married into the Quan family mansion half a month ago.

The head of the Quan Mansion, the "King of the North" who holds the power of life and death in the North, is rumored to be a ruthless madman who kills without blinking an eye... Quan Tuo, the Third Master Quan.

He grew up in the military region and rose from a lowly soldier to his current position as governor, overseeing the assessment and evaluation of the Northern Military Region, including military command.

Other...

There was no word of it from the outside world, and Shang Sheyu had no way of knowing.

Quan Tuo lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the woman in front of him who only reached his chest.

She wore a light purple stand-up collar cotton-padded jacket, her hair was tied up, and half of her fair nape swayed in his eyes.

The neckline was very high, covering everything completely. If it were an ordinary person, they wouldn't be able to see the very faint bruise under the edge of the collar.

But he was tall, so he spotted him at a glance.

The man's eyes darkened slightly, his gaze lingering on that spot for a moment before casually looking away.

"Um."

He let out a low, guttural reply, devoid of any discernible emotion.

Shang Sheyu straightened up, a gentle smile on his face, and replied to his mother-in-law's earlier question about why Quan Huai'an was here: "Young Master Huai'an specially stewed chicken soup and brought it over today, saying it was to apologize to me."

Upon hearing this, Si Nan raised her eyebrows high.

These past few days, Granny Yan had told her that Huai'an was finding all sorts of ways to torment Shang Sheyu. Although she felt sorry for her daughter-in-law, she also knew that Shang Sheyu was a smart girl and wouldn't suffer any losses, so she turned a blind eye and considered it as adding some fun to this lifeless house.

At the same time, it is also a way to use Shang Sheyu to properly punish the lawless Quan Huai'an.

Unexpectedly, this rascal has changed his ways today.

Si Nan glanced at Quan Huai'an, whose face was stiff, ignored him, turned around, took Shang Sheyu's hand, and patted it with a smile: "Sheyu, let me formally introduce you."

"This is the third son. He just got home an hour ago. I wanted to surprise you, so I didn't have anyone inform you beforehand."

Shang Sheyu nodded slightly.

Si Nan glanced at Quan Tuo again: "This is your wife. On your wedding day, you told me to come back because you were busy with military affairs, leaving your bride alone in the bridal chamber. What kind of behavior is that? Hurry up and apologize to your wife."

Shang Sheyu hurriedly waved his hand...

"Feel sorry."

The man's voice rang out first.

She was startled and looked up.

Quan Tuo looked down at her, then quickly looked away as if he had been burned, his expression tense. "It was wrong of me to leave you alone on our wedding night."