After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

The plot about the original owner in the book only appears in He Zhan's memories before his death.

He hated the injustice of fate to him. Everyone around him was short-lived. His newlywed wife died within a month. His mother became even more depressed and passed away to accompany his father within less than a year. Even he was short-lived and did not even live to be thirty.

There isn't much description of the original owner in the book, and as for the original owner's sweetheart mentioned by Yang, there is no mention of him at all.

She is not the original owner. She will not worry about men. She will only worry about herself. Recovering from the illness and staying alive is more important than anything else!

Her chest hurt so much that she didn't dare to move and just lay flat. She didn't know how long it had been. When she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly smelled a pungent smell of Chinese herbal medicine.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Yang had already entered the room, holding a chipped black earthen bowl in her hand. When she sat down on the edge of the bed, Song Huiling could see clearly the Chinese medicine in the bowl, which was black and thick.

In her previous life, she had a durable body of steel and lived for twenty-seven years without knowing what medicine was. She would only catch a cold occasionally and recover by drinking hot water for a few days. But now she has become a sickly person.

Yang picked up the wooden spoon on the edge of the bowl, scooped a spoonful of medicine and handed it over: "Hui Ling, it's time to take the medicine."

Song Huiling felt nauseous just by smelling the smell and subconsciously pursed her lips. She was really afraid of suffering!

Yang thought she was just throwing a tantrum again, and patiently coaxed her: "Hui Ling, no matter what, you have to take the medicine first. I know you blame me for letting you become A Zhan's wife, but I didn't know in advance that you had someone in your heart..."

Song Huiling wanted to explain, but her chest ached and she was too lazy to speak. She just listened to Yang continue complaining.

"Besides, even if you don't marry A Zhan, you will be betrothed to another military household. It's fate. You are a daughter of an official family. You have been living a life of luxury since childhood. It's just that you are in trouble now. It is indeed unfair for you to come to the He family, but I am not a vicious mother-in-law, and I will not force you to consummate your marriage with A Zhan. In the He family, you can at least be the master of your own body. If you don't like A Zhan, I won't let him touch you. As long as you take good care of yourself, it's not impossible for you and A Zhan to be a couple in name only. As for..."

As Yang was talking she actually started to cry, tears as big as beans fell into the bowl. She quickly turned her face away and wiped her tears secretly.

Song Huiling's heart was slightly touched, and she squeezed out a voice from her throat with great difficulty: "Give it to me, I will drink it myself."

Yang turned around suddenly with a look of disbelief. Normally, even if she had coaxed Song Huiling almost to the point of being satisfied, she still had to feed her herself before Song Huiling would reluctantly open her mouth. Today was the first time that she had taken the initiative to ask for medicine.

Fearing that she would go back on her word, Yang had no time to be sad. She quickly helped her sit up and handed her the bowl of medicine.

Song Huiling took the bowl of medicine, made up his mind, held his breath, closed his eyes, raised his head, frowned, and after drinking the last sip of the medicine, he stuck out his tongue in pain.

Although she had just swallowed a bowl of medicine, Song Huiling felt her stomach was empty. After handing the bowl to Yang, she said embarrassedly, "I feel hungry..."

Yang was overjoyed. It was the first time she felt hungry!

"There's a bowl of warm porridge on the stove, just wait!" Yang came back quickly and brought a bowl of porridge.

Song Huiling took the bowl, a thick and sticky layer of milky white porridge oil floated on the surface. She turned the wooden spoon, picked up the porridge oil and put it into her mouth. The moment the rice aroma spread on the tip of her tongue, she frowned slightly. Yang's porridge-making skills need to be improved. Such a simple white porridge can actually taste mushy.

Yang's cooking skills were average; the food she made was not delicious but not bad either. However, Song Huiling was a huge foodie and had very high requirements for food. This kind of porridge with a slightly mushy taste was not to her liking. But she could hardly even get down to bed at the moment and could not cook it herself, so she could only make do with it.

Song Huiling finished the porridge, but she still felt uncomfortable. The emptiness in her stomach was still not filled. Seeing her unhappy expression, Yang asked carefully, "Huiling, what's wrong?"

Song Huiling sighed softly, her eyes full of desire: "I really want to eat meat..."

Yang was startled at first, then looked embarrassed, unlike the quick and easy manner in which she had just served the porridge. Song Huiling then realized that Yang had spent a lot of money to find a wife for her son, and later on buying medicine for her illness, leaving her with very little savings. The He family lived a tight life, relying on the rice harvested from the fields to survive. Every day they had either porridge or white rice, without a single drop of oil or water, and at most a boiled vegetable.

Eating meat is just like a black crow trying to bleach itself in water - wishful thinking!

Sensing Yang's embarrassment, Song Huiling quickly changed her words: "It was a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue, I meant I wanted to sleep..."

Yang pursed her lips tightly, her eyes moved slightly, and finally, as if she had made up her mind, she looked at Song Huiling steadily: "As long as you can take care of yourself, whatever you want to eat, I will do as you wish!"

Song Huiling thought that Yang was just comforting her and was too embarrassed to expose her feelings, so she nodded in agreement.

Yang left with the empty bowl. Song Huiling was really sleepy now. Maybe because she had taken the medicine and drank the porridge, she felt better. She closed her eyes for a while and fell into a deep sleep.

In her dream, Song Huiling seemed to see the original owner's memories, which was a plot that had never been described in the book.

Every time after Yang fed her medicine, she would turn around and secretly induce vomiting. She would only eat half a bowl of porridge. Every night, she would cry silently and would not fall asleep until late at night.

Song Huiling was in mixed feelings, it turned out that the original owner did not die young, but brought his own death upon himself.

According to the plot, the time point when she traveled through time happened to be half a month after the original owner and He Zhan got married. On the wedding night, the original owner threatened to commit suicide with a knife in order to prevent He Zhan from stepping into the house. He Zhan felt that it was unlucky, so he left home that night and has not returned since.

Today is the day He Zhan returns home. It was also today that He Zhan and the original owner had another unpleasant argument. After that, the original owner began a hunger strike and died in less than three days.

Song Huiling guessed that although He Zhan was not a good person, the fact that he did not force the original owner on their wedding night showed that he had his own pride and disdained to force a woman. So the original owner must not have wanted to die because she was unable to get over the loss of her innocence by He Zhan. It seemed that the reason was the original owner's sweetheart.

Song Huiling felt relieved. She felt at ease as long as He Zhan didn't use force against her.

As for the matter between the original owner and her lover, Song Huiling had no interest in knowing. She just wanted to take good care of her body and find a way to leave the He family. Even if she didn't die, she would have no way to survive if she followed a perverted villain like He Zhan, so it was better to make plans as soon as possible.

After a deep sleep, Song Huiling felt that the strength in his limbs was slowly recovering. His chest didn't seem to hurt as much, and he could even stretch himself a little.

The light coming in from the small window on the wall dimmed a little. She slowly sat up. Suddenly, she was startled by the shrill cry of a chicken. Yang's voice also rang out: "How can you kill a chicken like you are killing a person? It's so barbaric. No wonder Hui Ling looks down on you!"

Yang spoke excitedly, but what responded to her was the screams of the chicken before it died, echoing in the yard.