Reborn as a Merchant Girl, the General's Beloved

He recalled that he left home at the age of nine and went into the mountains to study under a master. Life in the mountains was hard, he went to bed late and got up early, studying literature and practicing martial arts day and night. His master had a cold personality and didn't often say anything soft. Even when he had a headache or a fever, he never delayed him for a moment.

His mother passed away early, and besides his fourth brother, there were only two servants, Bi'an and Jiuling, around him. When he was at home, he was only taken care of by a nanny who came with his mother as a dowry. Although she loved him and his fourth brother very much, she was old and in poor health. After they went into the mountains, she had no energy to take care of them. Therefore, he and his fourth brother ate and lived like the other disciples in the mountains.

Five years ago, when I came down the mountain, I came to Yongning Guard, and there was not even a courtyard in my mansion.

Jinyun once joked that he was an ascetic monk.

He had been accustomed to such days for ten years. The girl's entanglement and tenderness at this moment suddenly made him realize what it meant to have someone by his side.

Seeing that she was getting more and more sleepy, he lifted her little head with one hand, gently pulled his arm out from behind her head, and took a deep breath. But before the heat on his face faded away, she turned over again and pressed her whole body on his chest.

She put her hands on his chest, her head on the back of her hands, and smiled sweetly in her sleep. As if she sensed that he was going to get away, she hummed and groaned, and then moved closer, simply opening her arms and tightly wrapping her arms around his waist.

He couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. This girl is just a scoundrel whether she is drunk or not.

He just let her hold him like that, lying there for who knows how long, he became drowsy too. The movement in front of the window woke him up instantly. He frowned and looked over, only to see a familiar figure standing there.

"Master, Uncle Jue is coming this way." Jiuling's voice came over slowly.

He responded, gently pulled her away, covered her with the mattress, and watched her find a comfortable position and fall asleep peacefully on the bed. Only then did he feel at ease to stand up from the couch, tidy up his clothes, and quickly go to the guest room.

The courtyard was quiet, with a few chirping birds calling tirelessly. He picked up the envelope on the table and was in a daze.

Wang Jue did not come alone, he was accompanied by Shuyu and Xiaofu. The three of them must have discussed what to do outside, but the situation was completely different when they arrived.

Wang Jue was always honest and a little embarrassed. He greeted him solemnly and then stepped aside without saying a word. Shuyu was originally nervous, and now seeing her husband like this, she also frowned and hesitated. Perhaps she didn't know how to start, and only occasionally looked up to the inner room.

Xiao Fu saw that the two of them were talking excitedly outside, but now they were unable to say a word in the main event, so she took a step forward, bowed calmly, and said directly: "Good night, my lord. I am here to take Anan back."

Wang Jue hurriedly smiled and said, "My Lord, Miss Fu is Miss Nan's cousin."

Shuyu also smiled apologetically and nodded repeatedly.

He put down the envelope in his hand and whispered, "She is in the inner room."

Xiao Fu cursed Anan a thousand times in her heart, thinking that she was a troublemaker. Who would have thought that Anan would be so scary when he really went crazy, and he even dared to provoke such a person!

She had only met the owner of Xinyun Manor once. He went to talk to Jinyun, and everyone in the room left. Xiaofu looked at him from a distance and felt that he was tall and strong, rough and savage, just like a wild beast that ate raw meat and drank blood. Therefore, she privately called him the "savage owner of the manor."

Even though she didn't dare to look up, Xiao Fu could clearly feel the displeasure in the eyes of this "savage owner", which was sharp, as if he could skin and bone someone out of thin air. Being timid was one thing, but she knew very well that she could never let Anan sleep on a man's bed like this and leave it alone.