Reborn as a Merchant Girl, the General's Beloved

"The master is a taciturn person, Jiuling is also a taciturn person. These two taciturn people have been together for so many days, but the misunderstanding in Lady Chen's heart has not been resolved. She has not even had a sip of water. Tell me, if this continues, what should we do..." Bi'an shook his head and sighed, "If Jiuling hadn't run to my room and told me about this this morning, I would not have known about it!"

Anan looked up at him and smiled softly: "Did you go to see Miss Chen today?"

"He went!" Bi'an glanced back at the food box, "Not only did he go to see it, he also said everything he needed to say!"

Anan raised an eyebrow at him, and he said helplessly: "But she still didn't move. I thought maybe the food here is not to her liking. Oh, right!"

After saying so much nonsense, he finally remembered the purpose of his coming here: "I thought, if we can make some delicious food for Miss Chen, it might work."

Anan suddenly remembered the woman's determined tears that day and lowered his head silently.

After a while, Shuyu came in from outside, with a happy look on her face. She held her hand and said with a smile: "Uncle Jue went to ask around, and Qin Jun said that it was Mingxing's wife Chen, not the master's romantic debt!"

At this point, Shuyu felt a little sad and whispered, "Mingxing's wife has never been here, and none of us have ever seen her. Mingxing often comes to our farm, and even I have seen him a few times. He is kind and cheerful, and he and his wife are a perfect match! I never thought that something like this would happen!"

Anan's eyes were red as he recalled his past life. All his sorrows turned into a light sigh.

Shuyu naturally had no idea what she was thinking. He just looked at her deeply, silently held her hand, and said sadly, "It is said that it is common for a man to have three wives and four concubines, but to be honest, which woman can really be willing to do that?"

"You are a good person, and you know everything very well. There is only one thing you must remember." At this point, she held Anan's hand tightly and continued, "If you really love the master, with our background, having a delicate heart will not do any good."

"Is there any wine?" She looked up and asked Shuyu with a smile.

Chen was placed in the guest room, lying on the bed like a withered body, without any sound.

There are very few female members in the manor, all of them are old women who are in charge of various places. Chunyue and Donglin serve in the house. They are at an age when they are ignorant of the world and only want to be naughty. How can they care about the heartbroken woman in the bed? The food at the bedside has long been cold, and they are just busy playing with insects in the corridor.

Anan carefully placed the mung bean cake and two wine jars in his hand on the small cabinet beside her window, and sat down gently on the edge of her bed.

She was so thin that only a thin layer of skin remained on her arms, which looked like dead branches at first glance. Her face was pale and blue, and her eyes were wide open, but her gaze was dull, like a black hole, lifeless.

Days of fasting had left her gasping for air and weak. Anan looked at her. She only took up a corner of the bed, but the despair of a dying person enveloped the entire room, and even the air was almost frozen.

Anan, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but feel a tightness in his heart.

Mrs. Chen might have recognized Anan. She gently moved her cracked lips, and a few tiny beads of blood immediately oozed out. Maybe she didn't have the strength to speak, or the desire to live, but she finally closed her eyes and didn't even have the strength to turn her head.