Reborn to be replaced, remarried to the royal palace to raise children and train husband

Zheng Dinglian rode his war horse and engaged in a thrilling contest with the enemy leader. Both sides were equally strong, and during the fight, almost no one dared to approach them.

Seeing that the fierce battle had lasted for half an hour and there was still no winner, Zheng Dinglian resolutely revealed a flaw on purpose. The enemy leader really fell into the trap and took the opportunity to stab Zheng Dinglian in the chest. Zheng Dinglian took the opportunity to counterattack and stabbed the opponent's waist with the tip of his sword.

The enemy leader stared at Zheng Dinglian's chest in disbelief, only to see a hint of glittering gold beneath the torn armor.

Zheng Dinglian drew his sword and blood gushed out like a fountain. The enemy leader fell down unwillingly. He took the opportunity to swing his sword and cut off the enemy's head, raised it above his head, and shouted to the battlefield: "The head of Bei Zhai has died under my sword, why don't you surrender quickly!"

When the Bei Zhai soldiers heard that their leader had been killed, their morale immediately dropped and they dropped their weapons and fled.

The Western Wei soldiers pursued the enemy in victory, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

The battle did not end until dawn.

Zheng Dinglian looked at the mess of corpses and blood on the ground, and ordered Mo Lin: "Properly bury the remains of our fallen brothers, cremate them, and send them back to their homeland. As for the bodies of those Bei Zhai thieves, burn them and leave with ashes."

Mo Lin saw a huge wound on Zheng Dinglian's chest and was horrified: "Prince, are you injured?"

Zheng Dinglian pulled open his shirt and said, "It's okay. My wife gave me a golden soft armor. I didn't expect it would come in handy."

Mo Lin was stunned: "Golden soft armor?! Madam, this is too generous!"

Zheng Dinglian patted the clothes gently and said calmly: "The woman is very considerate and worried about my safety. She insisted on me wearing it, but I felt a little uncomfortable wearing it."

Mo Lin frowned and curled his lips.

Prince, if you hadn't sounded so boastful, I might have believed it.

Zheng Dinglian glanced at him and said, "Why? Are you jealous? If you are jealous, ask your husband to make one for you."

Mo Lin resisted the urge to roll his eyes and laughed dryly, "How can I afford such a valuable item with my limited wealth? But I have to say that this soft armor is indeed amazing, otherwise the prince would have been doomed today."

Zheng Dinglian snorted coldly: "I just deliberately exposed the flaws to make the villain careless. Otherwise, if the battle continues, our soldiers will suffer more casualties."

The longer the battle dragged on, the more casualties there would be. The combat effectiveness of the Northern Di army far exceeded that of the Western Wei soldiers, and the Western Wei relied entirely on their numerical superiority to fight against them. As time went on, it became increasingly disadvantageous to the Western Wei.

Therefore, he chose this strategy.

Mo Lin advised: "Your Highness is taking too much risk. If it weren't for the golden silk soft armor protecting your body..."

Zheng Dinglian said nonchalantly, "It's just a knife wound. Injuries on the battlefield are commonplace."

Mo Lin couldn't help but persuade him: "Sir, please don't take risks like this again in the future. Although killing the enemy is important, your own safety is more important. If anything happens to you, the morale of the army will definitely be shaken."

Zheng Dinglian looked at him sideways and said, "When did you become so nagging? Go and take care of the battlefield." Mo Lin had no choice but to retreat in disappointment.

Zheng Dinglian gazed deeply at the devastated battlefield, his fingers gently stroked his worn soft armor, and a faint smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of his mouth.

In his mind, he could not help but recall her situation in Prince Duan's mansion, wondering whether she had tamed those spoiled servants. And as for his unreasonable mother and naughty and willful sister...

Thinking of this, Zheng Dinglian suddenly felt guilty. The complexity of Prince Duan's Mansion was too much for an eighteen-year-old girl. What should she do if she couldn't cope with it?

At this moment, Gu Qinlan, whom he was worried about, was sleeping soundly, completely unaware that thousands of miles away, there was a man who was silently missing her.

The next morning, Xiaoman hurried over to report, "Madam, the eldest lady wrote another letter last night and asked her personal maid Dahan to secretly send it out of the mansion. I followed Dahan and found that she went to the official post station. I think she sent a letter to the prince."

Gu Qinlan smiled slightly and praised: "You are indeed careful in your work, Fu Yu, give this girl a reward of ten big coins."

Xiaoman's eyes curved into crescent shapes, and she said happily, "Thank you, Madam, for the reward."

Fu Yu took out ten big coins and handed them to Xiaoman. Xiaoman thanked Gu Qinlan again and left happily.

"Girl, that person must have written another letter to complain to the prince."

Gu Qinlan said lightly: "She suffered such a great injustice yesterday, it would be strange if she didn't complain."

Gu Qinlan was surprised that Zheng Huiyi did not ask for help from Princess Duan. She seemed to have resented Princess Duan so much that she chose to stay away from her even when she asked for help.

When it comes to Zheng Huiyi, Gu Qinlan has only one word for her: trouble. Although she is not bad, she has been spoiled since childhood, lacks thinking, acts rashly, and does not consider the consequences. However, this girl is actually very loyal.

In the previous life, the Prince Duan's Mansion had encountered a huge crisis, and everyone in the mansion was thrown into prison. Zheng Huiyi's in-laws, who were not happy to begin with, asked her to make a clear break with the Prince Duan's Mansion, otherwise she would have to choose divorce. It was this willful girl who resolutely chose to divorce and was determined to share the hardships with the Prince Duan's Mansion.

It was this incident that made Gu Qinlan look at this girl with new eyes.

But this does not mean that she will be tolerant of Zheng Huiyi because of the affection in her previous life.

Now, she and Zheng Huiyi live in the same room, and she must subdue Zheng Huiyi.

After all, she would never allow herself to be bullied by anyone in this life.

Hongye asked, "Miss, do you need me to intercept the letter?"

After all, yesterday's incident was a big deal. Although Zheng Huiyi was annoying, she was related to the prince by blood. Gu Qinlan made her suffer so much yesterday, and the prince might resent Gu Qinlan for this.

Gu Qinlan waved her hand: "No need."

She had no expectations for this marriage in the first place, so if Zheng Dinglian was dissatisfied with her or even proposed divorce, it would not be a loss to her.

It was just right that she didn't have to worry about the trivial matters in Prince Duan's Mansion anymore.

Hongye knew that her girl had made up her mind, so she said no more.

Just at this moment, the maid came to report that Zheng Huaiyu came to pay his respects to Gu Qinlan.

The maids in the room were all surprised.

You know, their girl has been married into Prince Duan's Mansion for more than half a month, but among the three young masters in the mansion, except Zheng Fengyun who lives in this courtyard, the other two have never paid their respects to her.

This sudden change was like the sun rising from the west. Only Gu Qinlan, Fuyu and Hongye understood that Zheng Huaiyu was forced to come here by Nanny Zhang.

As expected, the moment Zheng Huaiyu stepped over the threshold, her face was full of reluctance.

However, she still bowed to Gu Qinlan meticulously: "I am Huaiyu, your daughter, and I respectfully pay my respects to your mother."

Zheng Huaiyu's performance in this greeting ceremony was acceptable, but her movements were stiff and her expression was bitter, which was far from the passing standard.

Aunt Zhang's face was serious and she said firmly, "Young lady, this etiquette is not perfect. Please perform the etiquette again."