After sharing a body with her husband

Huo Chuan won the gold hairpin and then slipped away. He rode his horse to a secluded spot and rode around for a long time, enjoying the sunshine, grassland, and spring breeze. He didn't want to be disturbed by anyone during this rare moment.

Even the best banquet must eventually come to an end. Judging that it was about time, Huo Chuan rode back.

Just then, Old Madam Wei and the others had already boarded the carriage.

"Ati, get in the car quickly, we should go back."

"Yes."

Shang Lingjun (Huo Chuan) got into Shang Lingjun's carriage.

In the distance, Xie Ruoqiu watched Shang Lingjun get into the car, a strange look flashing in her eyes. Just now, that little bitch Shang Lingjun's pointed accusations had caused her to be scolded by Old Madam Wei.

She might escape the first day of the month, but she can't escape the fifteenth. Go, go to the Yellow Springs and keep her third brother company!

Xie Ruoqiu wasn't in a hurry to get into the carriage. Instead, she looked in the direction of Shang Lingjun's carriage. The road back to the city would pass by Qingxi Lake. If the horse was startled, the carriage and its occupants could easily overturn into the lake...

Such incidents as a startled horse happen occasionally, and others would only say that Lord Shang Ling was unlucky; this whole affair was done without anyone noticing.

As Shang Lingjun's carriage drew closer to the stone path beside Qingxi Lake, Xie Ruoqiu grew increasingly expectant...

However, Xie Ruoqiu quickly realized something was wrong. Why was Shang Lingjun's carriage gradually coming to a stop?

"What's going on?" Xie Ruoqiu frowned.

Then, Shang Lingjun (Huo Chuan) stepped down from the carriage. He patted the horse's neck, checked its hooves, pulled something out from under the hooves, patted the horse to comfort it, and then got back into the carriage.

This time, the horse walked steadily and smoothly.

Xie Ruoqiu's face instantly turned cold, and she cursed inwardly:

"This is bizarre! How did she know?"

"go home!"

She was so angry that she threw herself into the carriage.

In the distance, on a carriage, Shang Lingjun (Huo Chuan) reclined in the spacious carriage, clutching a sharp iron spike in his hand, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

He sent Qingzhi to another carriage, so he had the large carriage all to himself.

As the horse takes more and more steps, the iron spikes pierce deeper and deeper into the gaps in the horseshoes, making it inevitable that the horse will lose control.

But he knew his horse all too well; as soon as he got into the carriage, he could tell that the horse's gait was a little off.

There are so many people who want to harm her.

Huo Chuan put the iron spikes back into the box and closed his eyes to rest.

Over there, in Old Madam Wei's carriage, Granny Qiu hesitated before speaking:

"Grandma, she did such a disgraceful thing, yet she dares to come back and make demands, asking you to arrange a good identity for her. You don't really intend to help her, do you?"

Old Madam Wei slowly opened her eyes.

"The rumors about her mistress spread throughout the entire Spring Festival banquet. Given her pride, she naturally found it hard to accept. However, it was all her own fault, and I couldn't help her."

Old Madam Wei paused, a hint of doubt on her face.

"But why did Qiu-jie decide to frame A-ti?"

"Perhaps she also blamed all the misfortunes that befell the third branch of the family on the seventh wife."

Granny Qiu shook her head and said again:

"The third branch of the family, not one of them is reasonable. Miss Wei is like this, Miss Qiu is like this, and then there's Qing..."

She glanced at Old Madam Wei's expression, then changed her tone.

"That one is even more outrageous. Of the three wives, only the second daughter is somewhat sensible; the other two are just too young. Looking at it this way, it seems the third master is truly unfortunate, having married an unworthy wife—a real misfortune for the family!"

Old Madam Wei waved her hand.

"Let's not talk about that anymore. By the way, we still need to ask the imperial physician to take another look at Yan-ge'er."

The eldest son and her son Yan are the ones she truly cares about.

Granny Qiu nodded, her tone softening considerably.

"Yes, when Physician Wang came last time, he was surprised at how well Yan-ge'er had recovered."

He said that Seventh Master had regained some of his vigor and seemed likely to recover. It's strange, he'd never had that before…”

……

Upon returning to the Xie family, Huo Chuan hurried straight to Lingfeng Courtyard.

He dismissed everyone in Lingfeng Courtyard, then looked at Xie Yan'an lying quietly on the bed, propping his chin up with one hand, deep in thought.

Does physical contact require the soul to return to its origin?

Never mind, let's give it a try.

Huo Chuan grabbed Xie Yan'an's hands and placed them face to face, but there was no reaction.

Huo Chuan thought for a moment, then exerted some force, but there was still no response.

If palm strikes don't work, then do I have to strike the feet?

He was just about to try it out, and was about to take off his shoes and climb into bed, when Shang Lingjun's voice suddenly echoed in his mind:

[Chuan Chuan, what are you doing?]

Huo Chuan was startled and quickly asked, "When...when did you wake up?"

Shang Lingjun yawned.

[Just woke up, wow, so much time has passed! The spring banquet is over, you've already gone home. What were you doing just now?]

When Shang Lingjun woke up, she saw that her body was facing Xie Yan'an's palms, as if they were practicing martial arts.

Then, Huo Chuan actually started to take off his shoes, and she couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

Huo Chuan stammered, then began to spout nonsense with a straight face:

[Well, I'm massaging him, using the stimulation of my palms and soles to give him strength, hoping he'll wake up soon.]

Shang Lingjun actually believed it. [Was it useful?]

"It doesn't seem to work," Huo Chuan said.

【Oh well.】

Shang Lingjun smoothly took control of her body.

Tell me what happened at the spring banquet after I fell asleep.

Huo Chuan's consciousness returned to the void, and he felt a moment of loss and melancholy.

After a brief pause, he recounted in detail everything that had happened at the Spring Festival banquet since Shang Lingjun fainted.

As Huo Chuan narrated, Shang Lingjun's mouth gaped wider and wider.

【I go! 】

Huo Chuan is too fierce!

He not only confronted Xie Ruoqiu and exposed her schemes, but also scolded Xie Zhaoqing. Furthermore, he even participated in the Flying Flower Passing Contest and won first place!

Such a dazzling display of talent is truly outstanding!

Wow! People will definitely admire me! I'm so amazing... Chuan Chuan, how can you do everything? You can even ride a horse?!

Shang Lingjun said with genuine emotion.

She was even more curious about Huo Chuan's identity in his era.

She ran to the bronze mirror and looked at herself. When she saw the pearl necklace around her neck and the pearl-inlaid gold hairpin in her hair, her eyes lit up.

"Do you like it?" Huo Chuan asked.

Shang Lingjun removed the gold hairpin, admiring it with obvious delight. "I love it! The craftsmanship is truly exquisite!"

"If you like it, that's good." Huo Chuan chuckled.

However, he seemed somewhat distracted.

It's frustrating that he can't go back even though his body is right in front of him.

[Xie Ruoqiu plotted against you once, and when that failed, she came up with a second plan. On her way back, I dug an iron nail under her horse's hoof. This person is vicious; you must be more careful in the future.] Huo Chuan reminded her.

Shang Lingjun's face turned cold.

She's incredibly vicious; she wants me dead.

She couldn't just sit and wait to die.

We must get rid of Xie Ruoqiu, this troublesome person.

However, the Earl of Weide's mansion is in the way, making things rather tricky...

……

General Xiao's Mansion.

General Xiao and Pei Zhiying sat in the hall, their faces cold and solemn.

Xiao Jing and Xie Zhaoqing stood below the hall, looking nervous, especially Xie Zhaoqing, who was particularly uneasy, fearing that she would be disliked by her lover's parents.

"If you like her, you can bring her back to your mansion as a concubine. We won't stop you. But you insist on keeping her outside as a mistress. If you've already kept her, why would you dare to take her to the spring banquet?"

Ah Jing, I'm so glad I covered for you today. If people outside knew you weren't married but had a mistress, how would you ever find a spouse again!

Pei Zhiying was furious and started scolding Xiao Jing in front of outsiders.

Xiao Jing knew his actions were inappropriate and was ashamed, but Ah Xuan hadn't been out to a banquet in a long time. If it weren't for him, how could Ah Xuan have fallen to this state?

He couldn't resist her persistence either.

Or perhaps it was in front of the woman he loved that he firmly said:

"Mother, you are overthinking it. I will only marry Ah-Xuan in this life, and I will not arrange any other marriages."

General Xiao glared angrily, slammed his fist on the table, and cursed:

"Damn it!!"

"What is her background? How can she be the principal wife of this general's mansion? I think you've gone mad. First, you caused that scandal with the pleasure-seeker, and now you're inexplicably keeping another woman outside. Why are you acting so strangely, only causing your parents worry!"

General Xiao's angry expression was tinged with helplessness. His only son was disappointing, which was very distressing to him.

Pei Zhiying was also anxious, her finger trembling as she pointed at Xiao Jing.

"No wonder your father is angry! What nonsense are you spouting! Are you trying to drive your parents to their deaths?!"

Xiao Jing also became anxious.

"Father, Mother, Ah Xuan is an outstanding woman. You just don't understand her. Her goodness is incomparable to those boring young ladies in the capital! She..."

"Shut up!"

Pei Zhiying's brows furrowed tightly. She didn't know what had possessed her son again. What was the difference between a frivolous woman of unknown origin and those women who laughed and sang in brothels?

How dare she compare herself to well-bred young ladies from prominent families in the capital?

It must be that vile woman who seduced the master and bewitched A-Jing!

Pei Zhiying looked coldly at Xie Zhaoqing again, her gaze icy and unfathomable. Xie Zhaoqing's heart skipped a beat; it seemed she had no choice but to use that method to win over her in-laws.

"I'm not against you taking her as a concubine, but that should wait until you marry your principal wife! If you remain stubborn and refuse to arrange a marriage, I'll consider you as if you have no son! From now on, all your monthly stipends will be cancelled!"

Pei Zhiying recalled Shang Lingjun's suggestion: controlling the money was indeed a good idea.

Thinking of Shang Lingjun, Pei Zhiying's eyes flickered, and she felt deep regret.

If only I had kept Ati as a concubine for Ajing, Ajing would not have acted so foolishly if he had Ati by his side, constantly advising him.

But now, it's too late to say anything.

Xie Zhaoqing forced a smile and spoke softly:

"Madam Pei, General Xiao, please calm down. In fact, Jinglang loves me because he admires my talent and is amazed by my military prowess. He cherishes talent."

Pei Zhiying scoffed.

"You? What talents could you possibly have?"

Xie Zhaoqing was not annoyed and said confidently, "I will accept the test from the two generals."

Pei Zhiying and General Xiao exchanged a glance, both feeling more disdain than anything else, but out of curiosity, they casually spoke up:

"Then tell me, our northern border defense line stretches for thousands of miles, yet our troops stationed there are repeatedly harassed. What is the root cause?"

Xiao Jing's expression changed immediately upon hearing this.

"Mother! Even the imperial court can't do anything about this, so how could Ah Xuan know?"

Pei Zhiying lazily lifted her eyelids. "She's just bragging and making a fool of herself."

Xie Zhaoqing, however, remained calm and composed, his slightly furrowed brows suggesting he was deep in thought, recalling military strategy...

I think I learned about this topic in class before, what was it again?

I remember now!

When Xie Zhaoqing looked up again, her eyes were clear and bright, and she spoke eloquently:

"Please forgive me, Generals, but I am merely a woman and dare not presume to comment on the overall situation of border defense. I can only offer my humble opinion. The division of troops in the northern frontier, seemingly fortified everywhere, is actually:"

If you prepare in front, you will be weak in the rear; if you prepare in the rear, you will be weak in the front; if you prepare on the left, you will be weak on the right; if you prepare on the right, you will be weak on the left; if you prepare for everything, you will be weak for everything.

General Xiao was taken aback. The initial disgust and impatience on his face gradually faded, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Why do you say that? Please explain in detail?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Zhaoqing was overjoyed. Fortunately, this was a fictional dynasty, and no one here had read Sun Tzu's Art of War.

Doesn't that mean she can just lie to anyone?

"I have heard that the various tribes in the northern frontier live a nomadic life and their whereabouts are unpredictable. Our army's forced division of forces is a disadvantage, and we are being led by the nose."

Xie Zhaoqing spoke at a steady pace.

"It would be better to use movement to control stillness, station several iron cavalry units at strategic choke points, and at the same time send elite troops to scout out the enemy. When the enemy comes, gather them together; when the enemy scatters, pursue them. They are a nomadic people, so we should adapt accordingly. In this way, it is much more flexible than dividing forces to hold a defensive position."

Upon hearing this, Pei Zhiying was initially surprised, but then his eyes gradually showed approval. He turned to look at General Xiao and saw that he was deep in thought, so he knew that General Xiao also thought the method was ingenious.

Pei Zhiying then looked at Xie Zhaoqing standing below the hall, her complex gaze shifting between her and Xiao Jing.

I never expected that, instead of thinking that A Jing had been bewitched, A Jing actually picked up a female strategist.

Xiao Jing looked at Xie Zhaoqing in surprise, his eyes sparkling with joy and admiration.

It turns out that Ah Xuan is not only a talented writer, but also a military strategist.

As expected of his Ah Xuan!

"Father, Mother, do you see I'm not wrong?"

Xiao Jing's smile was quite proud.

He exchanged a glance with Xie Zhaoqing, and Xie Zhaoqing felt a warmth in his heart.

General Xiao opened his mouth, his face still stern, but his tone had softened somewhat.

"Theory without practice is never enough; only practice yields true knowledge. However, since you two are mutually in love, why not bring him home? What kind of talk is it to keep him outside?"

Although a single sentence cannot determine whether she is truly talented or just stumbled upon it by accident, such a person should not be allowed to wander outside.

General Xiao gave Pei Zhiying a wink, and Pei Zhiying understood immediately, softening his tone and earnestly saying:

"Ah Jing, your father is right. Here's what we'll do: you two go home first, there's plenty of time in the future."

Xie Zhaoqing smiled.

"They'll do as Madam Pei says."

This initial approval simply meant taking her back to the Xiao family.

But she also knew that this was far from enough to become Jinglang's legal wife.

It still requires the support of a certain status...

……

The Xie family.

That night, Shang Lingjun was bored and started flipping through miscellaneous books and novels.

From Shang Lingjun's perspective, which is also Huo Chuan's perspective, he too is forced to read the book, but this book...

This book tells the story of a poor scholar and a beautiful fox spirit.

One particular scene caught Huo Chuan's attention.

Wait, I haven't finished reading yet, don't turn the page.

Shang Yaojun: "..."

You're reading so slowly!

Despite her sarcastic tone, she still flipped back to the book.

The previous page tells the story of a beautiful fox spirit trapped inside a poor scholar's body. When the poor scholar was intimate with his wife, the beautiful fox spirit actually took over the scholar's wife's body.

When Huo Chuan saw the contents at the end of the page, his eyes were filled with disbelief and astonishment.

Shang Lingjun read it in a daze, and Huo Chuan told her to flip back. She glanced at it again, and what she saw next was quite something...

Why does this look so familiar?