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

Holding a hand warmer in her hands, Shang Sheyu stared blankly at the falling snow outside the window: "Who knows? He has legs; he can come back whenever he wants."

"But the young master is really tall," Xi'er gestured. "His shoulders, arms, and legs look so solid. Just now, when he sat down there, I felt like I couldn't breathe. There are rumors that the young master could kill a bull with one punch, and I don't think that's an exaggeration at all!"

She was amused by Xi'er's serious expression.

"It's not that exaggerated. He's a human, not some monster."

"How can it not be an exaggeration?" Xi'er said seriously, "The eldest and second young masters are already the tallest I've ever seen. But after seeing the young master today, wow, they're probably only as tall as him."

Xi'er pointed to her chin.

As she spoke, Xi'er frowned again, her face full of worry.

"But Miss, the young master looks very fierce, and everyone says he's insane. When he goes crazy, he doesn't recognize anyone, not even his own family. You'll be living under the same roof with him in the future. What if he gets upset one day and attacks you?"

I've heard that men who have served in the military can get angry regardless of gender.

The more Xi'er thought about it, the more worried she became about her mistress's future.

The difference in strength between men and women is inherent, and the son-in-law is so strong while the daughter is so petite...

She was afraid that her son-in-law could kill her with a flick of his finger.

The smile on Shang Sheyu's face faded.

She subconsciously raised her hand and touched her neck.

Although the marks from the pinching are now so faint they're almost invisible, the suffocating feeling of being on the verge of death still feels like it happened just yesterday.

That man from Dongyuan...

Quan Tuo's dark eyes reappeared in my mind.

so similar.

But Quan Tuo was elegant and composed at the dinner table. Even when Quan Huai'an rudely snatched the bowl of chicken soup from his hand, he didn't react. He didn't seem like a madman who would strangle people at will.

Perhaps she was just being paranoid and misjudged the situation.

She shook her head, banishing those chaotic guesses from her mind.

Regardless, now that Quan Tuo is back, she has to be on high alert to deal with him.

Even though it was just a marriage of convenience.

Shang Sheyu was on tenterhooks all afternoon.

She was reading on the couch, but she couldn't concentrate on a single word. She kept her ears open to any sounds outside, afraid that she would hear those heavy footsteps again.

However, the gates of Xiyuan remained closed until after 10 p.m.

Quan Tuo didn't come back.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Even when you get home, there are still endless official duties to handle.

As long as you don't stay overnight in Xiyuan, it's fine.

She asked Xi'er to fetch hot water, and after a quick wash, she prepared to undress and rest.

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly, a rapid knocking sounded at the door.

Shang Sheyu's hand, which was unbuttoning a button, trembled.

Xi'er was startled and quickly ran to open the door: "Who is it?"

As soon as the door opened, a young maid stood in the doorway, puffing out white breath, her face filled with anxiety: "Third Young Mistress, Young Master Huai'an has fallen ill, vomiting and having diarrhea. All the clinics in the city are closed right now, please go and see him quickly!"

Everyone knows that Shang Sheyu previously diagnosed Quan Huai'an with a high fever and prescribed medicine. At this critical juncture, they have no choice but to come to her.

Upon hearing this, Shang Sheyu raised an eyebrow slightly.

I guessed it was the medicinal effects of the chicken soup taking hold.

Without hesitation, she quickly buttoned up her cotton-padded jacket and put on the thick fox fur cloak: "Xi'er, take the medicine box."

Listening to the Rain Pavilion.

Quan Huai'an was practically hanging off the edge of the bed, holding a red lacquered wooden bucket in his arms, when he vomited again with a loud "whoosh".

Shang Sheyu had just stepped across the threshold when he heard it.

Xi'er followed behind her.

The two of them frowned simultaneously, paused slightly, and hesitated whether to go in.

"Young Master Huai'an, would you like to have some water to rinse your mouth..."

"don't want!"

Shang Sheyu shook his head helplessly, but still stepped inside.

Quan Huai'an was panting heavily when he caught a glimpse of a figure entering through the door. He froze, looked up, and met Shang Sheyu's clear, piercing eyes.

Damn!

Why is it her again?!

How come I always run into this woman when I'm at my worst and most embarrassed?

She was the one who had a fever last time, and she's the one with diarrhea this time!

Where does that leave him to save face?

"Who told you to call her here? Huh? I don't need her fake kindness!" Quan Huai'an shouted, trying to sound tough, but his voice lacked strength.

The maids and servants inside the room all lowered their heads and dared not utter a sound.

Shang Sheyu walked calmly to the table, and Xi'er put down the medicine box and unlocked it.

Her slender fingers rummaged through the medicine box, and without turning her head, she said, "Young Master Huai'an still has the energy to curse? It seems the chicken soup wasn't enough."

Quan Huai'an was so choked up that his face turned red and his neck bulged. He wanted to retort, but his stomach was churning again, and he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.

Shang Sheyu took out a small white porcelain bottle from the bottom of the medicine box, poured out a dark brown pill, held it between his fingertips and handed it over: "This is a prepared medicine to stop diarrhea and strengthen your body. Taking it will make you feel better."

The latter stared at the dark pill with wary eyes.

Would this woman really be so kind?

He's been bullying her in all sorts of ways these past two days, and this afternoon he even tried to give her laxatives. Judging by her own experience, this woman must be itching to kill him right now, right?

This pill might contain some kind of poison like arsenic or arsenic, or even a more potent laxative, intended to make him die of diarrhea in bed.

"Hmph, take it away, I won't eat it!"

He turned his head away and shrank back: "Merchant girls are all vicious; they definitely want to harm me. I'd rather die from the pain than take the medicine you give me!"

Xi'er rolled her eyes in exasperation.

They really don't appreciate kindness.

"If I wanted to harm you, I could have just waited until tomorrow and seen you collapse from diarrhea. Why would I have bothered to come here in the middle of the night and dirty my hands? Only you in the entire Quan Mansion would do something as stupid as putting drugs in your own food."

Shang Sheyu retorted with a cold sarcasm.

"You!" Quan Huai'an was furious. "Who are you calling stupid?"

"Whoever reaps the consequences, we'll blame them." Shang Sheyu pushed the pill forward: "Open your mouth."

"I told you I don't want you! Get away!"

The boy kept his mouth tightly shut, his hands protectively covering his chest, looking as if he would rather die than submit.

"Third Master."

Just as the two were at an impasse, the maid at the door suddenly spoke up.

A biting, cold wind howled in.

Shang Sheyu paused in his hand as he took the medicine, then turned to look.

Quan Tuo strode in.

The shoulders of his coat were covered with unmelted snowflakes, and his tall, imposing figure made the originally spacious room feel cramped.

His gaze swept over everyone, finally settling on Quan Huai'an, who was huddled on the couch, trembling with fear.

"All the clinics in the city are closed. It's snowing heavily outside, and the doctors aren't making house calls. If you don't want to take medicine, just find a coffin and jump in. Don't come here in the middle of the night wailing and making a ruckus for the whole family."

The man's voice was deep and slightly hoarse, so powerful it sent shivers down one's spine.

The maids lowered their heads even further, not daring to breathe.

Shang Sheyu's heart skipped a beat.

At lunchtime, the man was quiet but seemed quite refined; I never expected him to be so ruthless when he scolded people.