Rebirth: Marry a General instead of a Prince

They galloped all the way and arrived at the edge of Shangjing City. Because they had to wait for Jiang Muyun's carriage, Bai Zhiyuan dismounted to rest for a while.

Bai Zhiyuan took Ling Xiao into a roadside teahouse, sat down directly, asked the owner for a pot of tea, and looked carefully at the people around them. Some were dressed in plain clothes, while others were riding in exquisite carriages. They were all heading towards Shangjing in twos and threes.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd, Bai Zhiyuan looked over. He saw a man sitting on a Ferghana horse in the front. He was dressed in military uniform, with a tall figure. His silver willow-leaf armor shone brightly in the autumn sun. His black hair was neatly tied on top of his head. He was not wearing a helmet, and his pleasing face was visible. His eyes were sharp, noble and majestic, which made people feel scared and dared not look directly at him. Behind him was a group of soldiers, who were very heroic and impressive.

"It's him..." Bai Zhiyuan whispered.

Ling Xiao looked at the group of people coming towards him curiously. When he heard the lady say this, he asked hurriedly, "Miss, do you know who this person is?"

Bai Zhiyuan pretended not to hear and fell into his memories.

When she was six years old, she followed her father and brother to visit the residence of Xie Yu, the Jingyuan General, who was then a first-rank general. The six-year-old girl was at an active age, and the general saw that she was curious and did not restrain her, so she walked around the mansion.

As they walked, it was winter, and snowflakes were falling and piling up. Bai Zhiyuan got lost in the huge Xie Mansion, and after searching for a long time he couldn't find anyone.

Suddenly, Bai Zhiyuan heard a rustling sound in the bamboo forest behind him. Bai Zhiyuan walked closer and looked up. He saw a young man in plain clothes, with slanted sword-like eyebrows, eyes like stars, and a green sword in his hand. He swung the sword, and the dazzling sword light shot straight up. His figure changed like the wind, and the sword light splashed everywhere, which was a feast for the eyes.

Bai Zhiyuan was fascinated by the sight. He shook the Baihong sword that his father had just given him, drew his sword, and rushed straight towards the young man.

The young man was stunned at first, then his eyes became sharp, and when he saw clearly that the person coming was actually a little girl, he just defended and did not attack.

The girl swung the sword in her hand and pressed forward step by step, but the boy retreated step by step and kept on defending.

At this moment, a stern voice broke the contest between the two.

"Stop." The person who came was General Xie Yu.

"Song'er, I told you that your sword can only be aimed at the enemy, not at the weak. Have you completely forgotten what your father said?" General Xie said with a bad look on his face.

"Sister, are you hurt?" Bai Qiuze looked Bai Zhiyuan up and down carefully.

Bai Zhiyuan shook his head and explained quickly, "I saw him practicing swordsmanship and was curious about it, so I went up to him to ask for advice. Uncle Xie, please don't blame him."

The young man was none other than General Xie Yu’s only son, Xie Yunsong.

Xie Yu turned to Xie Yunsong and said sternly, "You almost hurt the distinguished guest today. Your father will punish you by making you kneel in the ancestral hall. You are not allowed to bring him any food today."

Xie Yunsong's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing and quietly retreated.

Bai Zhiyuan didn't know whether Xie Yunsong really went to kneel in the ancestral hall that day. Xie Yu's sternness and the silent but clear-eyed boy that day left a deep impression on her.

Two years later, she heard that Xie Yu died on the battlefield. The young man took over his father's responsibilities, overcame all obstacles along the way, was invincible, and became the youngest god of war in the Dali Dynasty.

In her previous life, Bai Zhiyuan had seen him once at a palace banquet. He no longer had the clear eyes of a young boy, but now had sharp and murderous eyes. After the baptism of the battlefield, the boy who danced with her with swords was gone forever.

At that time, Bai Zhiyuan had already married Qi Zeyi. It was a celebration banquet held by the emperor to commemorate Xie Yunsong's victory. At the banquet, everyone praised the youngest god of war, but there was always indifference in his eyes.

Xie Yunsong's mother is the current emperor's younger sister, Princess Heyue, Qi Wanning. In other words, the current emperor is Xie Yunsong's uncle. Therefore, Xie Yunsong is also the object of heated discussion among the girls of the Dali Dynasty, and the person they most want to marry.

In his previous life, Bai Zhiyuan did not have much interaction with him. At the palace banquet, watching the emperor's praise and the ministers' approval, Xie Yunsong's eyes were filled with indifference and endless silence. Bai Zhiyuan thought at the time that he lost his father's protection at a young age and had to shoulder the responsibilities left by his father. He also lost his father at a young age. Their fates were so similar. They were both pitiful people.

I didn't expect that I would meet Xie Yunsong here in this life. At this time, Xie Yunsong had lost his father. He took over his father's mantle and responsibilities, led the soldiers to win a battle, and just returned to Beijing.

Thinking of Xie Yunsong in his previous life and then looking at Xie Yunsong in this life, Bai Zhiyuan couldn't help but look at him a few more times, his heart full of sympathy for him.