After sharing a body with her husband

In the past, his family had mentioned marriage proposals to Xiao Jing, but he always found a bunch of reasons to refuse. Now that his younger sister is already married, it's really unreasonable that his marriage is still unsettled.

Yes, with such a shady woman in the family, what good daughter would want to marry him?

Pei Zhiying gave Shang Lingjun a deep look. It seemed that Ati was truly thinking of her family this time.

"Look how sensible your sister is, hurry up and leave!"

In front of everyone, Pei Zhiying deliberately reprimanded Xiao Jing again.

Xiao Jing looked at Shang Lingjun in disbelief. What had she just said?

Ah Ti... is that really what you think?

Is it really for his own good?

Xie Zhaoqing's eyes were bloodshot, and she looked at Shang Lingjun with such hatred that she wanted to devour her alive. Who was she humiliating?

Future sister-in-law?

Ah!

Jinglang only wants to marry her; she is his future sister-in-law!

Xie Zhaoqing wanted to give a good scolding, but with Pei Zhiying present, he followed Xiao Jing and left in a sorry state.

Before leaving, Pei Zhiying took Shang Lingjun's hand.

"Good child, you are thoughtful. When it's time to arrange a marriage for your brother, you must come home and help your mother make the decision."

After Xiao Jing and his group left, the onlookers dispersed, still feeling unsatisfied.

"You guys... are quite sensible."

Huo Chuan praised Xie Hengzhi and Xie Zhiyuan, the brother and sister, as well as Luo Yao.

Xie Hengzhi looked serious.

"Don't worry, Aunt. Grandmother instructed me that I should respect you the same way I have always respected my uncle."

Shang Lingjun (Huo Chuan) nodded.

At this moment, a woman dressed in a lake-green ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) and with her hair in double buns walked over and chatted warmly with Shang Lingjun in a generous manner.

"Madam Shang, would you like to participate in the 'Passing the Letter with Flying Flowers' contest?"

She was a female member of the Yong'an Marquis's family, the organizer of this flower-viewing banquet, and her name was Yang Mingzhu.

Speaking of which, her mother, Madam Sheng, actually helped Li Shi when she caught her husband cheating that day.

Yang Mingzhu noticed the pearl necklace around her neck, smiled, and said:

"Coincidentally, the grand prize for this women's paper-passing contest is a gold hairpin inlaid with pearls and silk, which would be a perfect match for your necklace. Why don't you give it a try?"

Yang Mingzhu had heard her mother talk about Shang Niangzi's experiences, so she already felt sympathy for her.

Having just witnessed Shang Niangzi's brother siding with outsiders and blaming his sister, and recalling her mother's words about Shang Niangzi's background, she felt even more pity for Shang Lingjun.

This delicate and pitiful woman evokes a feeling of tenderness and pity in anyone who sees her.

Therefore, Yang Mingzhu took the initiative to strike up a conversation with Shang Lingjun.

Huo Chuan initially wanted to refuse, but when he heard Yang Mingzhu say that the prize was a gold hairpin inlaid with pearls and silk, he became somewhat tempted.

Pearls again.

Pearls are expensive. I remember that in the dressing box that Shang Lingjun brought from her family home, there were no pearl jewelry pieces.

Ordinary jewelry would certainly be beneath the notice of noble ladies in the capital; the prizes for this spring appreciation banquet are all of the finest quality.

Since we're here, let's consider it a way of adding some makeup for Shang Lingjun.

"Can."

Huo Chuan agreed.

……

Just as Lord Shang Ling (Huo Chuan) rode onto the stage, Old Lady Wei happened to come out to watch the excitement.

"Is that Ati?"

When Old Madam Wei looked over, she was quite surprised to see Shang Lingjun casually riding into the arena on horseback.

Song Yunyi, supported by Old Madam Wei, also spotted Shang Lingjun at a glance.

"It really is my aunt! Grandma! My aunt can actually ride a horse!"

She gave a longing look, and sighed, seemingly self-deprecatingly.

"I remember that my uncle was also a master horseman. Yunyi really admires my uncle and aunt's skills. Their carefree and unrestrained manner is something I can never learn in my entire life."

I am naturally quiet and only know that girls should abide by the rules, maintain proper manners, and behave appropriately. It's just that I'm a bit too boring.

That's why I especially admire people like my aunt; they have the boldness to ride horses freely and live life to the fullest. It's truly wonderful.

Old Madam Wei was preoccupied with checking on Shang Lingjun's situation, and absentmindedly offered a reassuring remark:

"You don't need to feel ashamed of yourself; you have your own merits."

Before Song Yunyi could say anything more, Old Madam Wei exclaimed, "Oh dear!"

"Look, Ati is the first to crochet the flower-patterned stationery!"

Beside her, Granny Qiu said with a smile:

"Our Seventh Madam is truly a hidden talent. The way she rides on horseback is somewhat like Seventh Master. No wonder they are husband and wife. Listen, both spectators are exclaiming in amazement."

Old Madam Wei smiled; she hadn't expected that Shang Lingjun could not only ride a horse, but ride it so well.

"Even you think he looks like Yan Ge'er, then he really does."

Old Lady Wei thought she was just getting old and her eyesight was failing, but she vaguely felt that Shang Lingjun's horse racing looked somewhat like her Yan Ge'er.

No one noticed that Song Yunyi's expression was somewhat awkward. She pursed her lips and smiled faintly:

"This game of passing a flower-patterned note requires not only excellent horsemanship, but also the ability to compose a matching poem after obtaining the note. I wonder how talented you are, little sister-in-law?"

Over there, Huo Chuan easily won first place in the women's competition, but he was shameless and didn't feel like he was bullying anyone.

He was the first to ascend the recitation platform and read aloud the verses from the flower-patterned stationery in his hand:

"Peach and plum blossoms vie for spring's glory..."

His expression was thoughtful, and after only a moment, he came up with the next sentence:

"Flying letters and falling pens capture the beauty of youth."

The poem immediately astonished the audience, who cheered it on.

"What a beautiful poem!"

"Flying letters and brushstrokes commemorate the fleeting beauty of youth... It is indeed excellent. It not only mentions the flying flower and passing letter competition but also praises this spring banquet. The rhyme and meter are perfect, and the artistic conception is elegant. I never expected that my aunt would have such talent."

From the stands, Xie Hengzhi offered his heartfelt praise.

Xie Zhiyuan covered her mouth, still in shock.

"My aunt is such a good rider! In just a short while, she left everyone else far behind. There's no way to compare!"

On the field, Shang Lingjun was already the undisputed champion. When she received the pearl-inlaid gold hairpin, a smile spread across Shang Lingjun's (Huo Chuan's) face.

Ati would surely be delighted to see this.

The woman on the field smiled calmly, her beauty both elegant and vibrant. Luo Yao watched from afar, his eyes rippling with a deep, unwavering admiration.

"Good job, well done."

Old Madam Wei took a sip of tea and couldn't help but praise it.

A slight unease appeared on Song Yunyi's face, but she quickly concealed it and simply said dryly:

"You can't judge a book by its cover. My aunt actually has such talent."

Old Madam Wei glanced around and, noticing the unexpected visitor, her smile quickly faded. She said to Song Yunyi:

"Yunyi, you don't need to stay with this old woman all the time. Go and talk to your friends. It's not easy to come to a spring banquet, go and have some fun."

"Yes, that's exactly what I wanted to do. I'll go find my aunt now."

Song Yunyi looked in the direction of Shang Lingjun and left with her maid.

Old Madam Wei glanced at the newcomer, then indifferently looked away without saying a word.

Xie Zhaoqing's expression changed. It turned out she deeply hated this old hag, but in front of Old Madam Wei, she still dared not act rashly.

But remembering his original purpose for coming, Xie Zhaoqing steeled himself and said in a low voice:

"I have something I'd like to say to the matriarch in private."

Old Madam Wei gave her a cold glance, turned and left. Xie Zhaoqing clenched her fists and followed her...