Reborn as a Merchant Girl, the General's Beloved

Seeing that he was still struggling, Huan'er said anxiously, "Maybe I was in a hurry on the road. I felt a little uncomfortable yesterday. The girl stopped me from telling you, saying that you had something important to do when you return to Beijing. But I was in great pain just now, and I was sweating all over. I'm afraid it's going to pass now!"

Hearing that, he slowly relaxed a little, but he never let her go. The last time he let her go, she simply ran away without a trace. Thinking about it now, he still felt a lingering fear.

Even though Anan didn't turn around, he knew it was Huan'er. She used that slightly exaggerated coquettish tone very naturally, and it made people feel cold every time they heard it.

"Huaizhu is still sick. You should go quickly and find a doctor to check her out. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. I'll wait for you here." Anan patted the back of his hand gently, and seemed to be comforting him verbally. His voice was gentle and soft, without any displeasure, but his expression turned cold instantly. Jiuling, who saw all this, felt his scalp tingling.

He believed it and was naturally very surprised. He reluctantly let go of her hand. Seeing that although Anan did not turn around to look at him, she really stood there motionless, he said in a hoarse voice: "I'll be back soon."

After saying that, he took big strides and followed Huan'er into the small courtyard.

Huan'er followed closely behind him, and even at a trot she couldn't catch up with him. On the way, she suddenly turned back and glared at Anan fiercely. Her mouth moved as if she was cursing him, and her hatred was obvious.

Bai Shao saw this and said angrily, "Who is this person? What kind of behavior is this!"

"Let's go." Anan turned around and watched his figure disappear at the end of the corridor. The strong wind swept the snowflakes, making them flutter. He smiled slightly in the direction he left, then turned around and walked towards the second door.

"Didn't you say we should wait here?" Bai Shao looked at her stupidly and hurriedly followed her.

"It's snowing so heavily. Are you sure I should stand under the porch like an idiot and wait for him to go see another woman and then come back to find me?" Anan smiled bitterly, but he didn't stop talking and walked faster.

Jiuling hurriedly caught up with her and begged in a low voice: "Young lady, please don't leave! The master is just going to get a doctor and will be back soon."

Seeing Jiu Ling's thin clothes, Anan frowned slightly and asked in a low voice: "This place is not like Yongning Guard. It is the coldest time around the New Year. How can these thin winter clothes of yours withstand the cold? Why don't you buy some thick winter clothes?"

Jiu Ling was originally anxious, but after hearing Anan's words, he stopped, smiled slightly, and said with a bit of grievance: "My master has been busy every day since he came to the capital. How can he have time to care about these things? There is no one close to him. The girl has seen that he is wearing only thin clothes. How can he think of us?"

This cunning guy, Anan smiled slightly, did not answer, just quietly went out and got on the carriage.

Bai Shao tried hard to recall what she had seen before, and felt a little dazed.

Anan reached out his hand from the car window, caught a handful of snowflakes, and whispered, "Tomorrow you go to Sister Jinxuan's place and deliver all the winter clothes I ordered. Also, ask her to find a few craftsmen to come and make some winter clothes for everyone. It doesn't matter the price or the material. They have to be warm."

Bai Shao hesitated for a long time before asking, "Miss, who should I give the things to?"

"Just leave it to Jiuling." Anan lifted the car curtain, pointed at Jiuling who was still standing in the snow watching them leave, and smiled.

Bai Shao looked at her daughter's face and cautiously asked, "Did the daughter know Lord Hong before?"

"Yeah." Anan didn't say anything else. She gently closed her eyes and leaned against the car wall, feeling an intractable torment in her heart.