The scumbag married another man. After rebirth, I will no longer be the mistress of a high-class fam

"Young lady, it's time to drink medicine."

On the sick bed, Song Anning has run out of oil and lamps, and her time is running out.

She sat up with the hand of the maid and asked weakly: "What's the noise outside? It's so noisy."

The maid's eyes flashed and she said with a smile: "The newly crowned Marquis Anyuan and his wife are here to visit. The master and the eldest lady are very happy and specially asked everyone to go to the second gate to pick them up."

Song Anning was in a daze for a while.

Anyuan Hou.

That was a person who was far away from her, but she didn't know when the Jiang family had become such a high-ranking person.

She coughed twice and said with difficulty: "Help me change my clothes. Since Marquis Anyuan is here with his wife, I should go and greet him."

There was a flash of sarcasm in the maid's eyes, but she helped her change her clothes and helped her out.

Song Anning came to the second door and found that it was indeed full of people.

The old lady, the eldest lady and a group of female relatives were all waiting there eagerly. Everyone's expressions were anxious and eager, so much so that they didn't even know she was coming.

Soon, a boy came running excitedly.

"Come on, come on! Mr. Hou and Mrs. Hou are coming this way!"

A group of people were even more excited. Soon, a man and a woman appeared in everyone's sight.

I saw that the man at the head had a face as beautiful as a crown jewel, and he was a high-spirited middle-aged man. The woman beside him was gentle and beautiful. She was obviously dressed as a noble lady, but her expression and posture were like that of a young girl. At first glance, she could tell that she was well-maintained.

Song Anning was stunned, her face turned pale.

How come Anyuan Hou... looks so much like her husband Jiang Hua?

Thirteen years ago, Song Anning married into the Jiang family as a first-class merchant girl.

However, because of a joke she made with her husband on their wedding night, which caused her husband to accidentally fall off his horse, she was accused of an ominous crime and she remained a widow for 13 years.

For the past 13 years, she has lived in pain and regret day and night. She only regretted that the person who fell from the horse was not her, but now...

Isn't Jiang Hua dead? !

Jiang Hua also saw her. He was startled for a moment, then recognized her, "Ning'er?"

Madam Qin turned around and saw Song Anning, a flash of disgust flashed between her brows, and she walked towards her quickly.

"What are you doing out here? Didn't I just let you live in the courtyard?"

Song Anning shrank.

Thirteen years of being a widow made her both respectful and afraid of this mother-in-law.

To this day, she still remembers that when the Jiang family told her that Jiang Hua was dead, her mother-in-law led people into her yard and said with a cold face: "Since you killed Hua'er, you have to keep his integrity." , come here! Take her out for me!"

They took a red-hot iron and burned her face violently.

Later, the Jiang family was so difficult that they had no money to live, and her mother-in-law took several of her servants to move away her dowry.

"You idiot! You killed my son as soon as you entered the house, leaving us with no legitimate heirs. We deserve this dowry! If you dare to tell me, I will tear your mouth open!"

Because she felt ashamed of Jiang Hua and was afraid that her parents would worry, she had been holding back and did not dare to say anything.

But now... Jiang Hua is not dead?

Then why hasn't he come back all these years? !

"Mother, he..."

"What is he? He is Marquis Anyuan and has nothing to do with you! Go back to the house quickly! Otherwise, you will disturb the distinguished guests and I will make you walk around without food!"

Song Anning looked at her mother-in-law's harsh words and looked at the mocking and sarcastic expressions on the faces of everyone around her. She suddenly understood something and shook her head tremblingly.

"No, if I don't leave, you are Jiang Hua, right? You are Jiang Hua! You are still alive, why don't you come back? Since you are not dead, why don't you come back to me?"

She struggled excitedly, and Mrs. Qin quickly asked the two women to hold her down. Jiang Hua frowned, lowered his head and said something to the woman next to him, and then walked towards her.

"Mother, let her go."

Mrs. Qin was stunned, but she still couldn't bear to ask her mother-in-law to let go.

Jiang Hua looked at Song Anning, who had lost half of his former self, with a flash of regret in his eyes, and sighed: "You didn't admit it wrong, I am Jiang Hua."

"..."

She looked at him dreamily, tears streaming down her face.

This is her husband.

She thought she was dead, felt guilty for 13 years, missed her husband for 13 years, and waited for her husband for 13 years.

However, the next second, Jiang Hua said again: "But I am also Xie Shu. I am sorry that I have kept it from you for so many years. I really wanted to marry you at the beginning, but just a few days before the wedding, I knew I am not the son of the Jiang family, but the bastard left behind by Marquis Anyuan."

"I'm not unkind to you, but there are many brothers in the Hou family, and my birth mother's status is low. If I let them know that I married a merchant girl, then I will have no future."

"I know I can't help you. Don't worry. I brought Ying'er here this time just to give you a title. Are you willing to go back to the Marquis Mansion with me and become my concubine?"

Be...concubine? !

Song Anning froze there, looking at the person opposite in disbelief.

When she was ten years old, she met Jiang Hua.

At that time, she was still an innocent and romantic girl. Jiang Hua encountered heavy rain while going out to do errands, so he ran to her house to take shelter from the rain. The two met by chance and fell in love at first sight.

At that time, he promised her that he would love her forever.

Later, on their wedding night, she joked that she wanted to eat jujube cakes from the next street, so he went to buy them, but never returned. It was not until the next day that the news came that he had fallen off a horse and died.

Song Anning's heart was as sharp as a knife, full of regret and pain, but she couldn't get a living husband back, so she had no choice but to seal her heart and stay with the ancient Buddha Qingdeng for more than ten years to keep his integrity.

But now, he told her that not only did he not die, but he also became the Marquis of Anyuan, and even asked her to be his concubine? !

Song Anning suddenly felt very funny.

She actually laughed.

The more she smiled, the more tears flowed down her ugly scars, but she seemed unaware of it and just muttered in a low voice: "Be a concubine... Be a concubine..."

Ten years of life and death are boundless, unthinkable and unforgettable.

She originally thought that the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha of 13 years was in memory of her deceased lover, but little did she know that it was just a joke.

Heartbreaking pain hit her chest, and her throat was filled with the iron embroidery smell of blood. Song Anning felt her feet feel light, her eyes flashed, she closed her eyes and fell heavily.

"Ning'er!"

"Young lady..."