Chapter 3 (1/2)

Seven days later.

Red lanterns hung all over the North mansion, which was especially festive against the snow.

”No lanterns are allowed to hang in my plum garden!”

Tang Yao ordered all the servants to remove the lanterns and silks from her yard. This was the first time she was furious.

The main hall is full of singing and dancing, only her plum garden is desolate.

”It's time to take the medicine, madam.” Xiao Qi brings a cup of warm water and some colorful pills.

”Throw it away, and never eat it again.” Tang Yao sits in the pavilion, looking at the direction of the main hall.

The snow fell on her black hair, which was tied behind her head. Little by little, it melted into ice water and disappeared into her hair.

”Madam, you have to live well to make the marshal change his mind...” Xiao Qi's voice was filled with tears.

”I can't come back long ago.” Tang Yao murmured, her voice floating far away.

The noise in the main hall didn't stop until midnight.

Tang Yao lay on his side, curled up on the bed, chin almost against the knee, the whole person emaciated.

The deeper the night, the more pain in her chest.

Yan Shaokun, who vowed that he would only be good to her, will go to sleep with another woman in his arms tonight.

She, Tang Yao, is no longer his only one.

After seven years of marriage, Yan Shaokun spent three years outside.

But this is the first time he's got another woman pregnant.

Tang Yao bit the back of her hand until the pain made her shiver.

The next day.

Yan Shaokun brings his new aunt Su Qingqing to Meiyuan, saying that he wants her to offer Tang Yao a cup of passing tea.

Tang Yao sat on the bed wiping off the nosebleed and turned a deaf ear to the movement outside the door.

”No see.” She has a firm attitude.

Even if he died in this plum garden, he would never see a beautiful woman in his arms.

Xiaoqi didn't stop him. Yan Shaokun directly brought people in.

See Tang Yao still lying in the quilt, he looks more unhappy: ”what time is still in bed, like?”

One side of Su Qingqing flashing eyes, Jiao didi said: ”marshal, Qingqing just entered the house, you don't get angry with your sister.”

After that, she raised her little hand to Shun Yan Shaokun's chest, which was considerate and gentle. Anyone could see it comfortably.