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

He Zhan looked away and stopped his gaze on Yang. He suddenly stopped eating and drinking, his brows furrowed. "Mother, where is the silver comb on your head?"

"Ah? This one?" Yang held her hair bun awkwardly, looking bewildered for a moment before answering vaguely, "I, I was afraid of losing it, so I took it down and put it away."

"Really?" He Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he didn't believe her words. "Didn't you say that this was made for you by your father himself, and you should wear it all the time, as if your father was by your side? How can you just take it away like that?"

Yang thought that he was not good at lying, so she stammered for a long time but could not say a word. Finally, she stared at He Zhan fiercely and said angrily, "What's wrong with you, kid? Does mother need to explain everything to you?"

He Zhan is not a gossipy woman. Even if it is his own mother, he will not dig into the details if she doesn't want to talk about it. He would just keep his mouth shut.

Song Huiling's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Yang had exchanged this rooster for her silver comb?

That comb of hers was made of pure silver, weighing at least two taels, which was enough to buy ten old hens. Who the hell had ripped her off and exchanged it for a rooster?

She was so overwhelmed with guilt that she wanted to slap herself twice when she woke up in the middle of the night. This was someone else's wish, and she shouldn't have said she wanted to eat meat.

No matter how humble and flattering a person is, he or she will not lower his or her self-esteem. Yang has her dignity to maintain, so Song Huiling naturally would not expose it at this time. He only wanted to find a way to find out in the future and find the silver comb for her.

Yang and He Zhan both put down their bowls and chopsticks after eating, but Song Huiling was still using her chopsticks. She had a bad habit of eating slowly and eating a lot. The original owner clearly had a small stomach, but after she came here, it seemed that she brought her big stomach with her.

As far as Yang could remember, her daughter-in-law could never eat much. When she saw Song Huiling had finished all the rice in his bowl, she pretended to clean up the dishes. But when she saw Song Huiling taking the initiative to add more rice, she quickly sat back down.

She was very pleased. It is better to eat more. Eating more can keep you healthy.

Song Huiling thought this way after she finished her first bowl and the second bowl. It was not until she finished the third bowl and started the fourth bowl that Yang's expression began to become subtle.

This... this is too delicious!

Her son didn't eat a single bite of the roast chicken, so she just ate a little bit, less than half a chicken, and after that, she felt full after two bowls of rice with some shredded cabbage.

But my daughter-in-law ate half a chicken, half a plate of shredded cabbage, and three bowls of rice, but she still wasn’t full!

He Zhan's usually cold and serious face suddenly cracked when Song Huiling finished her fourth bowl of rice and still looked hungry. She used a rice spoon to scrape the broken rice in the steamer bit by bit. This was the first time he had seen a young lady from an official family who could eat so much.

The corner of his eye twitched slightly, and he said speechlessly: "What kind of Taotie reincarnation are you?"

Song Huiling's ears felt slightly hot when she heard He Zhan's words, but she still shamelessly shoveled the last grain of rice into her mouth, then she slowly put down the bowl and said calmly, "I'm full."

Yang felt that her daughter-in-law was still not satisfied, so she asked softly, "Hui Ling, how about I cook some more for you?"

"No, no." Song Huiling shook his head quickly, "I'm really full."

He Zhan felt that based on Song Huiling's behavior, she didn't seem like the kind of person who would be so polite as to mistreat her own stomach. When he saw that she put down her bowl and had no intention of picking up her chopsticks again, he stood up to clear the dishes.

He cleaned up the dishes and went into the kitchen, and soon the sound of washing dishes could be heard in the kitchen.

Yang was cleaning up the chicken feathers in the yard. Song Huiling wanted to help, but just as he stood up, he was pushed back: "It's not much work, A Zhan and I can do it, you take a good rest."

The night is deep, the dark clouds are thick, there is no starlight, only a flickering candlelight in the courtyard. Tomorrow is expected to be cloudy again.

Song Huiling sat on a stone bench, bored, looking up at the gloomy night sky, thinking about her future path.

Not long after, He Zhan came out of the kitchen and headed straight for the courtyard gate. Seeing that he seemed to be going out, Yang asked hurriedly, "Ah Zhan, aren't you staying at home overnight?"

"No, the west wall of the garrison collapsed and buried a lot of people. I've been busy recently." He Zhan's answer disappointed Yang. She was hoping that her son could spend more time cultivating his relationship with his daughter-in-law.

But military matters could not be delayed, so she had to give up and warned: "Then be careful."

"Yes." He Zhan nodded in response, and then said to Yang, "I put the medicine jar on fire. You can wait for another quarter of an hour."

Yang smiled and said, "Don't worry, I've been making the medicine for Hui Ling for so long, how could she not know?"

Song Huiling paused. The villain was so kind as to make medicine for her? She turned her eyes and realized that the man was still naked from the waist up...

She took off her clothes, stood up, walked to He Zhan, and handed the clothes to him: "I'll give it back to you. It's cold at night, don't catch a cold."

But He Zhan didn't answer. Instead, he looked at her intently, his eyes as thick as the night and carrying a hint of scrutiny.

He was very tall, and Song Huiling only reached his chin. His tall and straight figure loomed over her, and the oppressive feeling that could not be ignored made her extremely uncomfortable. She forced the clothes into his hands and said angrily, "You can wear it if you want."

He Zhan then took the clothes and put them on, but before leaving, he looked at her deeply again, with an ambiguous look in his eyes.

Song Huiling was puzzled and touched her face. Her skin was quite delicate. Could it be that He Zhan was attracted by her beauty and fell in love with her?

He hurriedly asked Yang for a bronze mirror, and after a closer look, he was almost scared to death. How could her face be seen through him?

But this face was obviously much more haggard, unlike the bright and rosy face in the previous life.

Song Huiling slowly suppressed her emotions. He Zhan must have gone crazy. A perverted villain like him would never be someone who would easily indulge in women. Besides, her current sickly look made her hard to like.

A quarter of an hour later, Yang brought her the medicine. Not long after she drank it, she went to bed early. Sleep is very important if she wants to stay healthy.

But tonight, she couldn't sleep well. Her body seemed to be entangled by countless fine threads, unable to move. Strange images kept flashing through her mind. She could only lie there passively, with fine drops of sweat rolling down.

"Hui Ling, Hui Ling."

She didn't know how long it had been before she was suddenly awakened by a short, powerful voice. She opened her eyes with difficulty and saw Yang sitting at the head of the bed, looking worried. She reached out and touched her forehead, and her tense expression visibly relaxed. "Fortunately, you don't have a fever. I was so scared."

Song Huiling hadn't completely gotten rid of the nightmare yet, and asked weakly, "What time is it now?"

"It was just past the hour of Mao and I was about to go out when I heard you shouting in the house." Yang's smooth brows frowned again.

Song Huiling was shocked. It was already dawn!

She took a slow breath before saying, "It's nothing, I just had a nightmare."

"Don't be afraid, dreams are all fake." Yang patted Song Huiling's shoulder gently as if coaxing a child. After seeing that she looked relaxed, she tucked the quilt for her and said, "Mom has to go to the fields to work. If you feel tired, just rest for a while. I've warmed up the porridge and medicine for you in hot water. Just drink them when you get up."

Song Huiling nodded, and after Yang left, her calm expression finally showed some cracks. She sat up and collapsed, holding her head.

No wonder He Zhan looked at her with such an unusual look last night, and she was so narcissistic that she thought she had bewitched him with her beauty...

Oh my God, what should I do?

He Zhan must think she is weird!