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

The boy was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he even forgot about his stomachache.

Looking at his uncle, who was as tall as a mountain in the room, he felt both wronged and scared.

The woman from the business must have brought her uncle here.

She knew she was most afraid of her uncle, so she deliberately brought him along to scold her.

He bit his lip, his eyes reddening, but dared not shout anymore.

Seeing the uncle and nephew with one of them wearing a cold face and the other with his head shrank, Shang Sheyu sighed inwardly.

She gave a slight curtsy to Quan Tuo and softly called out, "Third Master."

Quan Tuo turned his head and his gaze fell on her.

In his presence, she was always meek and obedient, so well-behaved that there was not a single fault in her behavior. Her respectful attitude was more like that of a superior than a husband.

"Um."

He responded.

"Since Third Master made the special trip so late, he must be worried about Young Master Huai'an. Huai'an is still a child and he's not feeling well, so... you could speak a little softer, or you'll frighten him."

The man's eyes flickered slightly as he gave her a deep look.

He had just learned from his mother that Quan Huai'an had been disrespectful to her these past few days, and that she had even pleaded for him.

Moreover, she could tell from that sentence that he cared about this brat.

Quan Huai'an, who was standing next to him, was stunned for a moment and secretly glanced at his uncle.

He's been afraid of this uncle since he was a child.

Quan Tuo had spent many years in the military region, a place where he had fought real battles, and he carried the indelible stench of blood on his body.

When he was a child, he would go to the military region to visit his uncle. Each time, he could only watch from afar as his uncle trained in the mud, covered in mud, with a fierce look in his eyes like a wolf.

Actually, he was less than seven years younger than his uncle, but his uncle was already leading troops at that time...

The difference in their seniority and different environments made him feel even more respect for this uncle.

But over the years, my uncle has only come home a handful of times, and each time we meet, he's cold and distant.

He always thought that his uncle didn't like him, or even hated him.

But the woman from the shop just said that her uncle came because he was worried about him.

Quan Tuo didn't refute Shang Sheyu's words. He withdrew his gaze and looked at Quan Huai'an again. The sharpness in his eyes had lessened slightly, but it was still stern: "What are you standing there for? Waiting for me to feed you?"

Quan Huai'an shuddered, awkwardly reached out, grabbed the pill from Shang Sheyu's palm, tilted his head back and threw it into his mouth, swallowed it after a few swallows.

Seeing that the troublemaker had finally taken his medicine, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

As expected, there's always someone who can control someone else; only the Third Master in this mansion can keep Young Master Huai'an in check.

Shang Sheyu raised an eyebrow and glanced at Quan Huai'an, suddenly realizing where this little brat's weakness lay.

She turned to her desk and wrote a prescription. After blowing on the ink to dry it, she handed it to the maid: "The medicines listed above should be available at the family pharmacy. Go and get the medicine now. Boil three bowls of water down to one bowl, and give it to Young Master Huai'an while it's hot. He'll be better tomorrow after sweating it out tonight."

The maid took the pharmacy with both hands and turned to do it.

After making the arrangements, Shang Sheyu packed up his medicine kit and prepared to leave.

Quan Tuo stood still, staring intently at his nephew.

"This time you brought it on yourself, so I won't punish you. But if I find out you ever try anything underhanded with your own people again... I'll have you tied to a bench and spanked until your ass is raw. Understand?"

Quan Huai'an felt a tightness in his buttocks, as if he could already feel the pain of the board.

He shrank back and whispered, "I heard you, I heard you clearly."

Shang Sheyu, who was standing to the side, paused when he heard the words "family." His fingers, which were tapping the medicine box, stopped.

My own family?

In her past life, she was the superfluous one in the business world.

Her father sold her to the Chi family for profit, and her brother trampled on her for his sister's sake.

After marrying into the Chi family, her mother-in-law treated her as a money-making tool, and her husband had affairs.

Having lived two lives, she was never truly accepted or protected by her so-called family.

Now, in the mouth of this notoriously cold-blooded Master Quan, she has actually been classified as "family"?

Previously, her mother-in-law, Si Nan, had repeatedly said that she was family. When Shang Pengyue came to her door to force her to borrow money, her mother-in-law did not hesitate to stand up for her.

Shang Sheyu looked stunned. After a moment, she lowered her eyes, concealing the complex emotions that flashed across them.

"Let's go."

Quan Tuo's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Shang Sheyu snapped out of her daze and saw that the man had already turned and walked away. She quickly handed the medicine box to Xi'er and followed him.

Outside Tingyuxuan, the snow was falling even harder.

Large, fluffy snowflakes fell in abundance, accumulating a thick layer on the ground.

In the stillness of the night, the Quan Mansion was quiet and serene.

The only sound was the crunching of their footsteps in the snow.

She followed beside Quan Tuo, half a step behind.

Looking at the long shadow cast by the man on the ground by the light of the red lanterns under the eaves, my heart began to pound.

It's so late, where is he going to sleep?

He is the third master of the Quan family, a proper master.

Logically, they should rest in the main courtyard after returning to the mansion, but the two are now married... how can a married couple sleep in separate rooms?

So, is he going to Xiyuan?

Although the two were married, he was not present on their wedding night, and they did not consummate their marriage.

Now, suddenly we're expected to share a room, even a bed...

Thinking of this, Shang Sheyu felt a chill run down his spine.

The more I thought about it, the more panicked I became, and my steps involuntarily slowed down.

Quan Tuo, with his long legs and big strides, was originally walking in front, but when he noticed that the people beside him were not keeping up, he slowed down.

After waiting a few seconds and still not hearing any sound from behind, he turned around.

The person who was walking with him was now three steps behind him.

His gaze swept over the hand that was tightly gripping the edge of her cloak. It was very white, with slender fingers, but now the fingertips were red from the force of her grip.

Is she nervous?

You could even say they were afraid.

What are you afraid of?

The man's thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes.

As she finally approached, Quan Tuo suddenly spoke up: "There are urgent military matters to attend to at the military region, so I have to rush back tonight."

Shang Sheyu raised his head, his eyes widening slightly.

No overnight stay?

Overwhelmed with joy, she almost clapped her hands in celebration.

Seeing the woman in front of him trying her best to suppress the corners of her mouth that wanted to turn up, Quan Tuo's eyes darkened even more.

"Leaving so late?" Shang Sheyu tried to look regretful. "The snow is so heavy outside..."

"Yes, military orders are absolute," he explained briefly.

Shang Sheyu nodded: "Then Third Master, please be careful on the road. It's late at night and the snow is thick. Wear an extra layer of clothing and take care of yourself."

She spoke politely, her tone gentle and virtuous.

Quan Tuo glanced at her, said nothing, and turned to walk towards the gate.

Shang Sheyu followed behind, unable to stop the corners of his mouth from turning up.

Should she then see him off from the mansion?

As a wife, it's only right for me to see my husband off when he's going on a long trip, isn't it?

Just then, the man in front of him suddenly stopped. Shang Sheyu was startled and quickly stopped as well.

The man turned around, his dark eyes piercing through the swirling snowflakes, fixing their gaze directly on her face: "Have you been to the East Garden before?"