After sharing a body with her husband

At three quarters past 1:45 AM, the Xiao family's carriage arrived. Xie Zhaoqing was not taken to the Xiao family, but was secretly taken to a quaint little courtyard in the capital.

Because Xie Zhaoqing's feigned death to escape was at Xiao Jing's request, and General Xiao and his wife were unaware of it.

Jingcheng Academy.

Upon seeing Xie Zhaoqing, Xiao Jing's breath caught in his throat, and he uncontrollably pulled the person he had longed for day and night into his arms.

"Qingqing!"

"Hiss... Jinglang, I'm injured."

The moment Xie Zhaoqing saw Xiao Jing, she felt as if she had been transported to another world. All other thoughts vanished from her mind, leaving only longing and a heart full of grievances.

"Does it hurt? I'm sorry... I was too rough."

Xiao Jing's eyes welled up with intense tenderness and panic. He was cautious and didn't know what to do. His eyes even reddened.

Seeing Xiao Jing's expression, Xie Zhaoqing suddenly realized that her heart was overwhelmed by a surge of warmth, yet also filled with a faint bitterness that permeated her entire chest.

She even felt guilty for questioning Xiao Jing's decision to take her as a concubine before she came; she shouldn't have questioned her lover.

He clearly loved her dearly.

The Xie family had abandoned her, refusing to even give her a proper status, and throwing her into the Xiao family like trash.

Now, only Jinglang cherishes her like a treasure.

How could she possibly doubt his sincerity?

Thinking of this, Xie Zhaoqing hugged Xiao Jing tightly.

"Jinglang, you're all I have left..."

Xiao Jing's throat tightened, and he said, moved:

"I know you've suffered these days. I just want to bring you here as soon as possible. I don't want to wait a moment longer."

Xie Zhaoqing, weeping, lifted her veil.

"you see me……"

Xiao Jing asked in surprise, "Your face?"

Xie Zhaoqing felt uneasy, fearing that Xiao Jing no longer liked her.

"I... the Imperial Advisor reshaped my bones and changed my face. I'm not the same person I used to be... Do you still like it?"

Xiao Jing carefully cupped her face and placed a kiss on her lips.

"Fool, no matter what you become, I will love you. You are unique in my heart. Your talent, your poetry, and your extraordinary soul all make me infatuated with you."

Tears welled up in Xie Zhaoqing's eyes, and her voice trembled so much that she couldn't speak.

"Jeirou..."

The two embraced tightly. Xie Zhaoqing recounted the hardships she had endured these past days, which deeply pained Xiao Jing. Fearing that Xie Zhaoqing might be upset, he hesitated before speaking:

"Qingqing, it's a last resort to put all the blame on you. The family is putting constant pressure on me. I'm the only legitimate son in the family, you know that. At least I can protect one of them. I can try to think of a way to help you, I..."

Xie Zhaoqing stiffened and straightened up.

With his arms suddenly empty, Xiao Jing couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"Qingqing..."

Xie Zhaoqing covered his mouth, sobbing as she said:

"I know, you don't need to explain. If I resented you, I wouldn't have come."

Xiao Jing was deeply moved; he knew Qingqing would understand him.

He longed to meld her into his own body, yet he was also afraid of hurting her.

"Do you know? I argued with Old Madam Wei for a long time to save your life. I was so afraid of losing you. If the Xie family had harmed you, I really don't know what I would have done. She must have been scared, which is why she agreed to send you to my side."

Xie Zhaoqing looked up at him in surprise, tears welling in her eyes. So this was the truth.

Xiao Jing continued:

"Misfortune and fortune are intertwined. Now that we can finally be together openly, it's a blessing in disguise. Don't worry, I will definitely treat you well in the future."

Xie Zhaoqing raised her hand and stroked his face.

"Jeirou..."

She suddenly remembered the important matter.

"By the way, Jinglang, help me think of a way. Even if I can no longer be a man, I shouldn't be a helpless mistress. Find me a better status. Since I'm going to marry, I want to marry you as my legal wife."

Xie Zhaoqing also came to her senses, especially after seeing Xiao Jing, a wave of grievance and longing washed over her, making her realize how deeply she loved this man.

She can't live without him.

But Xie Zhaoqing also had her pride. How could she be just a mistress who depended on a man?

What's the difference between this and being a mistress?

Of course, she can only be the legal wife.

Xiao Jing looked troubled. "This..."

"What's wrong? Can't I?"

Xie Zhaoqing's expression gradually changed. She broke free from Xiao Jing's embrace, her swollen red eyes trembling slightly.

"no……"

Xiao Jing hugged Xie Zhaoqing tightly.

"I'll find a way. You have extraordinary talent, and your parents love you dearly."

At this time, Xie Zhaoqing's father and mother thought that Xie Zhaoqing had been secretly disposed of by the Xie family and did not know that Xie Zhaoqing was still alive.

So it's good that Zhao Qing had his face changed, so he can enter the Xiao family with a new identity.

However, marrying a wife requires matching social status, and Zhaoqing is currently an unregistered resident, making it difficult to overcome the identity hurdle.

But now, with Ruanxiang in his arms, he couldn't bear to tell his beloved woman that he had dragged her into this state because of her, that the Xie family had abandoned her.

There will be a way.

He will find a way.

Hearing Xiao Jing agree, Xie Zhaoqing was even more moved.

"Oh, and from now on, I will no longer be called Xie Zhaoqing, I will be called Meng Xuan."

This is her real name.

"Meng Xuan? Okay, I'll call you A-Xuan, alright?"

Xiao Jing placed a kiss on her forehead.

"From now on, you will live in this separate courtyard. I will arrange maids to serve you, and you won't need to worry about anything you need daily..."

……

Spring sunshine is warm and gentle, and bamboo shadows sway gently.

Time flies, and half a month has passed.

It's a beautiful day, the sunshine is so warm and cozy, and Shang Lingjun got up early, in a very good mood.

A few days ago, the Earl's mansion sent an invitation to the Xie family, inviting her to some kind of banquet for ladies of high social standing in the capital.

As Xie Yan'an's wife, Shang Lingjun was certainly entitled to be invited, but her head injury had not fully healed and the scars had not completely fallen off, so it was not appropriate for her to go out and meet people.

Moreover, only half a month has passed since Xie Zhaoqing's incident. Although the rumors have faded considerably, if she were to go, it would inevitably cause discussion.

Therefore, Shang Lingjun declined the invitation, citing illness, and decided to keep a low profile for a while longer, as there would be plenty of opportunities to attend various banquets in the capital in the future.

Freshly pickled vegetables were delivered from the small kitchen. After finishing her breakfast, Shang Lingjun went to Lingfeng Courtyard.

She had been learning massage for a long time, and today, she was going to perform a rehabilitation massage for Xie Yan'an all by herself.

"Madam learns very quickly. This patient's technique of exertion is different from that of ordinary people. It would take an average person at least two months to learn it."

Dr. Huang praised from the side.

Xie Yan'an lay on the bed shirtless, wearing only underwear. Although he had lost a lot of weight, his abs were still visible, making his figure appear even more lean...

Shang Lingjun's hand traced Xie Yan'an's abdomen, the warmth of her fingertips lingering. She then stroked his firm chest and said:

"Seventh Master's muscles are firm, and compared to Green Firefly's soft arms, it does take more effort to achieve the desired effect."

"Stop touching it, just press it already," Huo Chuan reminded him quietly.

"You don't understand. Touching is part of a massage. Besides, this is my husband, my lawful husband. I can touch him however I want."

Shang Lingjun was very self-righteous.

Huo Chuan: [...]

You said it yourself.

Shang Lingjun grasped Xie Yan'an's arm. With Doctor Huang watching nearby, she had no interest in admiring Xie Yan'an's physique.

She was very focused on the massage, and it could be said that she was getting into the swing of things.

Massage is strenuous work, especially when it's for a man. Shang Lingjun's arms quickly became sore, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Shang Lingjun shook her sore hands.

"It's much more tiring than massaging Green Firefly, Dr. Huang, you're really amazing."

Dr. Huang not only had to massage Xie Yan'an's muscles, but also help him move his body to prevent muscle stiffness. This was not only strenuous, but also required him to observe the condition of Xie Yan'an's body, which was also very tiring.

Before Dr. Huang could speak, Old Madam Wei's voice suddenly rang out.

"Let them do this hard work. Why are you personally massaging Yan-ge'er?"

When Shang Lingjun turned around, she was surprised to find that Old Madam Wei had arrived sometime earlier.

"Why has my mother-in-law come?"