Reborn I Gave Him To His Green Tea Love But He Begged To Be My Second Husband And Concubine

I was born with a generous and tolerant heart. After an unexpected fall into the water one day, I was rescued by Wen Yao, the eldest legitimate grandson of the Wen family. From a sparrow, I transformed into a phoenix. My married life was filled with loving affection between husband and wife, and I enjoyed a lifetime of glory, splendor, wealth, and rank. The only regret was that my husband had a short lifespan. Before he passed away, he didn't leave me a single last word and simply departed this world. I lived until the age of 82. When my breath was hanging by a thread, the jade-like, cold face of my husband appeared in my dying dream. In this life, marrying you has caused me to lose the person I love most forever, leaving me with lifelong regret. I only wish that in our next lives, the two of us never meet again. What was this? So he had been in such torment. Was I the only one who had lived happily and peacefully until the very end? Suddenly, a screen of comments appeared before my eyes. How ridiculous. Just how big is this major female supporting character's heart? Her endurance level is absolutely top tier. The male lead suffered so much that he died young, yet she lived cheerfully all the way to 82. Didn't she realize the male lead didn't love her at all? The one he truly loved was her elder sister. But their feelings never turned into a marriage. The male lead died young in pain, the female lead died young in pain, and only the female supporting character lived a comfortable life her entire days. After reading this, I felt a pang of bitterness as well. When I opened my eyes once more, I had reincarnated back to that very day I fell into the water. In my previous life, after falling into the water and being pulled ashore by Wen Yao, he stood there drenched, right on the bank. There wasn't the slightest fear in my heart from nearly drowning. Only one thought, this young master is truly good looking. He had rescued me right in front of everyone, so our bodies had come into contact. For the sake of my reputation, the Chu family and the Wen family formed a marriage alliance. The Wen family was a hundred-year-old prestigious clan in the capital, with disciples and former subordinates scattered throughout the imperial court. Even the current Empress Dowager had to address the Wen family's old matriarch as aunt. After marrying Wen Yao, every single one of my days felt like I was soaking in a jar of honey. Wen Yao was a man of few words, but whether he left early in the morning or returned late at night, he would always let me know. When I overate and got a bloated stomach, despite his cold demeanor, he would quietly rub my belly for me at night. During every festival and celebration, everything in the residence was arranged perfectly. He never let me worry about even the smallest thing. I praised my husband to everyone I met. My sisters all envied my good fortune, and I truly felt the same way. The only regret was that Wen Yao died too early. He was barely over thirty when he passed, without leaving even a single last word. I sat atop mountains of gold and silver, remained a widow for over fifty years, lived to the age of eighty-two, surrounded by children and grandchildren, and enjoyed a complete lifespan granted by Heaven. In my final moments, Wen Yao entered my dream. Dressed in pure white robes, he stood beneath the moonlight, his features refined and elegant. Tears welled up in my eyes. Husband, why have you never visited me in my dreams before? Wen Yao's expression remained indifferent. You've never dreamed before, so there was no way for me to enter. Therefore, I could only wait bitterly for you by the bridge of helplessness for over fifty years, only entering your dream now that you're on the verge of death. I was so moved that I wanted to rush forward and embrace him tightly. Wu, husband, you truly love me so much. He took a step back, avoiding my embrace. Since I have entered your dream, I only want to tell you that marrying you in this life causes me to lose the person I love most forever, carrying this resentment for all my days. Xu Qinghao, I wish that in our next life, you and I never encounter each other again. With those words, he turned and walked away. I stood there in a daze. Suddenly, lines of small text appeared before my eyes, finally showing some intelligence. How enlightened does one have to be to not even bother dreaming? The male lead wanted to enter the dream to deliver his message, but couldn't even find the entrance. Her slow-wittedness is truly supreme. The male lead suffered until he died young at thirty, yet she lived happily and contentedly to eighty-two. Does that even make sense? The male lead is also quite odd. Waiting over fifty years by the bridge of helplessness, just because of one sentence about never meeting again. I understood the male lead's obsession. He simply wanted a clean, decisive break with the female supporting character. In truth, the male lead had been angered to death by the female supporting character, he was holding on with his last breath just to break things off with her cleanly. But the female supporting character wailed loudly, crying and putting on a full act about living and dying together, sharing the same grave, and continuing their predestined affinity in the next life. The male lead let out a groan and died on the spot, without even getting to say his last words. Tsk, tsk, just look at how things turned out. It seems all the blessings and good fortune were enjoyed by me alone. When I opened my eyes again, the rushing river flowed before me. After being fished out of the water, I vomited several mouthfuls of water. A dense crowd of people surrounded me in the darkness. Someone was shouting, everyone, calm down, calm down. Fortunately, young Master Wen acted with chivalry and saved her. I grodgily raised my head and saw a familiar face. Wenyao, the young Wenyao, his whole body soaked and his black hair plastered to his cheeks, looked down at me from above. I stared fixedly at his face without blinking. He was still just as handsome, with refined and delicate features, lips of a light hue, looking as if he had stepped straight out of a painting. Miss. He took a step back, his voice cold and detached, full of propriety. I blinked. The comment screen exploded once more. The female supporting character has reincarnated. Couldn't she have come back a little earlier? She just had to choose this exact moment. Now the male lead has saved her again, and there was even physical contact. Please, I beg the female supporting character, this time don't marry him, alright? Let him go find his true love, okay? Have some pity on him. I sat up, wringing out my drenched sleeves, my mind in complete chaos. One moment it was the comments, the next it was the words Wenyao had spoken to me in the dream from my previous life. Marrying her in this life means losing the person I love forever. Ah, so being with me was that painful. Then why didn't he say anything earlier? He was always silent as a mute and never said a word. How is anyone supposed to know? Forget it, I'm not a heartless person. I've already enjoyed one wonderful lifetime. This time, I'll help fulfill Wenyao's wish. Seeing that I was fine, Wenyao turned to leave. I hurriedly grabbed the hem of his robe. He paused, turned his head to look at me, his gaze cold and distant. Just like in my previous life, he said in a low voice, Miss Chu, men and women should maintain proper distance. I released my hand. You've reincarnated too haven't you? Since we weren't supposed to meet again, why did you save me? A flicker of panic crossed his face for an instant before he quickly regained his composure. I simply don't want to become husband and wife with you again. It's not that I wanted you to die. I stood up, clasped my hands together, and gave him a sincere smile. Thank you, young master, for saving my life. Please rest assured that in this life, I will absolutely not marry you. With that, I turned and walked away. The comments popped up. She just left like that. No clinging or anything? Something's off. Very off. 120% wrong. Even the male lead was left stunned. Haha. I strode forward with confidence. In this life, whoever wants to get married can do so. This young miss won't be serving anyone. In this vast world, the Wen family isn't the only good place. I'm sure I can find someone even better. My father was a lecturer at the Hanlin Academy, a 5th rank official. In the capital, 5th rank officials were as numerous as the hairs on an ox. My mother was my father's second wife. My elder sister, born to his previous legitimate wife, was two years older than me. The comment screen said, The one Wenyao truly loves is the elder sister. I'm not surprised at all, because I like her too. Upon returning to the residence, I took a hot bath, drank two bowls of ginger soup, wrapped myself in a blanket, and lay down. Soon after, my elder sister came looking for me. She was 17 this year, with a face as beautiful as jade and flowers, and a pair of charming, moist, sparkling almond-shaped eyes that made anyone who looked at her feel a surge of affection. I stared at her face for a long time. My elder sister grew a little uncomfortable under my gaze and took a step back. Little sister, I heard you fell into the water today. Are you alright? I smiled. I'm fine. I'll be okay after a good sleep. In my previous life, after I married into the Wen family, my elder sister had visited me several times. Each time Wenyao was present, he looked at me with a cold face and at my elder sister with a cold face as well. I even told him not to always wear such a stern expression when receiving guests. It lacked any warmth. I knew he liked to act profound and wasn't targeting anyone in particular, but my elder sister didn't know that. So I reached out, pinched both his cheeks, and pulled them outward, smiling as I said, Smile a little. After I let go, Wenyao looked like he had lost half his soul. Thinking about it now, perhaps he simply didn't want others to see through him. It really was only directed at you. Unfortunately, you weren't the chosen one. The male lead truly was putting on a cold face performance for the blind. Poor male lead, he had so many inner monologues, yet the female supporting character remained completely oblivious. Dumbfounded. In my previous life, when my elder sister visited the Wen residence twice to see the female supporting character and saw that her younger sister was living well, she felt reassured and married far away, never returning to the capital again. Marrying to such a distant place. If it wasn't because of the female supporting character, I wouldn't believe it. Fortunately, the male and female leads had moral integrity. Their feelings were born from the heart, but never crossed the bounds of propriety. They never did anything to wrong the female supporting character. Yes, exactly. This was also why I shipped the male and female leads so hard. The more they couldn't be together, the more I wanted to push their ship. After my elder sister left, my maid Bitao chattered endlessly beside me. Young miss, you were too careless. How did you fall into the water out of nowhere? Stop talking about it? I close my eyes. I'm sleepy. Bitao immediately fell silent. As I was drifting off into a drowsy sleep, I heard voices from outside. The Wen family has sent a visiting card. They say they'll come visit the young miss tomorrow, likely to discuss how to handle the rumors. Today, young master Wen embraced the young miss in front of so many people. I'm afraid it will affect the young woman's reputation. Bitao's voice dropped very low. The young miss is already asleep. Should we wake her? I pulled the blanket over my head completely. In my previous life, after Wen Yao saved me, he sent a card the very next day. I had been so excited that I couldn't sleep all night. Tossing and turning while deciding what dress to wear to meet him. Only later did I learn that he had simply wanted to see my elder sister once. The next morning, I refused to go out and receive the guest. Not only that, I told my father in advance that I absolutely would not marry young master Wen. He had saved me out of necessity, and we could not repay kindness within gratitude by clinging to him. What if he already had someone in his heart? Ruining someone else's destined affinity would bring heavenly punishment. My father had no choice but to agree. Fine, fine, fine. If you don't want to marry young master Wen, then don't. Marry whoever you like. Let your mother take her time choosing for you. Once everything was settled, I went to sleep with peace of mind. I slept straight through until two days later. The moment I opened my eyes, Bitao rushed over with reddened eyes. Young miss, you're finally awake. You had a high fever and slept for two whole days. If young master Wen hadn't invited the imperial physician, who knows when the fever would have broken. My mind was still hazy. Young master Wen. Bitao nodded. That's right. When young master Wen heard you were ill, he specially invited the imperial physician over. She giggled. Young master Wen really cares about you, young miss. He's still waiting outside right now. Do you want to see him? I immediately waved my hands in refusal, dodging as if avoiding a scorpion. No, I don't want to see him. Just then, a cold voice drifted in from the courtyard. Miss Chu. I went through the trouble of inviting a doctor and obtaining medicine for you, yet you won't even show your face to say a word of thanks. Is this your idea of etiquette? What exactly was Wen Yao trying to pull now? I stood behind the door and replied loudly. But if you hadn't invited the imperial physician, I wouldn't have died anyway. In my previous life, I lived to 82. After all, the courtyard suddenly deathly silent. 82. That was indeed a very long life. Ha ha ha. The male lead, provoked, turned and left. In my previous life, every time the female supporting character provoked the male lead without even realizing it, he could only leave dejectedly. He had grown used to it. Is the female supporting character playing the push and pull game? Please, female supporting character, don't delude yourself. The male lead was actually just trying to create a sense of presence in front of the female lead to gain her favor. B Tao asked curiously. Young miss, how did you know you lived to 80? Two in your previous life. I told her, you're not bad yourself. You lived to 80. B Tao was immersed in the joy of her long lifespan. The imperial physician hadn't left yet. I asked him to check the pulses of my father and mother as well, and finally hurriedly led him to my elder sister's courtyard. My elder sister looked utterly bewildered. Little sister, my health is perfectly fine. Even if it's fine, we should still have it checked. It's rare for our family to invite an imperial physician. Don't waste the opportunity. The old imperial physician finally caught up, panting heavily. Hearing this, his face turned a little pale, though I didn't notice. After taking her pulse, the old imperial physician said thoughtfully, the eldest young miss has some deficiency in her client blood. Does she tend to overthink a lot on ordinary days? My elder sister blushed faintly. I just like reading some miscellaneous books and stay up a little later at night, that's all. The old imperial physician prescribed some medicine. B Tao, go fetch the prescription. I reminded my elder sister, reading at night harms the body. Don't do it anymore. Go to bed as soon as it gets dark. My elder sister reached out and touched my forehead. Little sister, you yourself love sleeping in late, yet you're dragging me into it too. Only when elder sister takes good care of your health can you grow old together with your beloved. My elder sister's face flushed all the way to her ears. You're just talking nonsense. I grabbed my elder sister's hand and shook it back and forth. Who is elder sister's beloved? Can't you tell your little sister? After hesitating for a long while, she finally said. I'll tell you in the future. Fine. Actually, even if you don't say it, I already know. After that, Wenyao came to our house every few days. He even became close friends with my father despite their age difference. Exchanging scholarly discussions with perfect courtesy. Today he would give several top quality inkstones. Tomorrow some fine brocade. And the day after that, two baskets of exquisite southern fabrics. They were always delivered in matching pairs. One set for my elder sister and one for the second young miss. I looked at those gifts and fell into deep thought. What was the meaning behind this? What if my elder sister misunderstood? My elder sister hadn't misunderstood yet, but Bitao already had. She winked at me. Young miss, I think young master Wen has taken a fancy to you. Before long, even my father had misunderstood. Could young master Wen have taken a fancy to my daughter? I felt a little deflated. Why not to father? My father touched his aged face, his expression one of horror. That can't be, right? I blocked Wenyao in the cross-shaped corridor of the flower garden. He was wearing a moon-white long robe tied with a dark green belt, which further accentuated his elegant and transcendent figure. Seeing me blocking his path, his face turned cold, his brows furrowing slightly. Miss Chu has finally come to express her gratitude. His tone carried a hint of mockery, but I paid it no mind and went straight to the point. Don't come here anymore in the future. Wenyao's body trembled slightly. He looked at me in disbelief. Then he turned sideways, his voice somewhat stiff. I'm here to discuss scholarship with Lord Chu. What does that have to do with you? Must you pretend otherwise? You literati and refined gentlemen, would you rather die than stop pretending? I said angrily. I know the person in your heart is my elder sister. If you want to see her, just come and present your gifts openly. Why use me as a shield, hiding and concealing things and causing misunderstandings for others? Wenyao's earlobes flushed red. Who misunderstood? Is that the main point? Brother, the way you pursue the person you love is so roundabout and unclear. No wonder you tormented yourself to death at only thirty in the previous life. The comments actually blamed me. What kind of reasoning is this? I had Bitao prepare paper, ink, brush, and inkstone, then handed them to Wenyao. Right. He was stunned. Right what? I was growing impatient. Hurry up. Once you're done, I'll help deliver it to my elder sister. We truly were great benefactors. Who would have thought that not only did Wenyao fail to appreciate the gesture, his face grew even colder. Privately exchanging such tokens? What kind of propriety is this? He flicked his sleeve and left. How boring. This was their romantic game of push and pull. Why was the female supporting character interfering? It was the ambiguity and tug-of-war that made it most exciting. The female supporting character was truly detestable. The male lead had learned from his rushed marriage in the previous life and wanted to approach the female lead slowly and steadily this time. The emperor wasn't anxious, but the eunuch was anxious to death. With all my good intentions, I still got scolded as a damned eunuch. Not knowing when to quit, I turned and headed to the main courtyard to find my mother. Mother, have you chosen a husband for your daughter yet? My mother laughed coldly. With just those few conditions you gave me, don't even dream of getting married in this lifetime. Go become a nun at the temple. I lowered my head in embarrassment. In my previous life, I had enjoyed the very best days, which had made me extremely picky. In this life, I refused to settle for less. Although my mother laughed coldly, she still took me to meet quite a few young masters. I didn't take a liking to any of them. Finally, she brought out a portrait. The Marquise of the Northern Garrison, Loujai. Handsome features, family wealth worth millions, favored by the imperial heart. Every single point meets your standards. Whether you can win him over depends on your own abilities. Loujai. What a coincidence. I knew him. In my previous life, his adopted son had married my daughter, making us in-laws. Wenyao had invited my elder sister to view the lantern festival at night, and my sister wanted to bring me along. Wenyao stood to one side, hands clasped behind his back, his expression indifferent. I still had some judgment. I covered my mouth and yawned. No thanks. I'm very sleepy and need to go to bed. It was only to fool them. As soon as they left, I followed right out the door behind them. In a private room of the Tei house, Loujai had arrived half an incense stick earlier than me. He sat by the window wearing a dark brocade longrobe, a python-patterned belt embroidered with golden thread at his waist. With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he looked handsome and upright like a pine tree. Hearing the movement, he looked up. The moment his gaze land on my face, his long, narrow phoenix eyes seemed to ignite with light. Second young Mischu. In-law No. I quickly corrected myself. Marquis. In my previous life, the first time I met Loujai was when he brought his adopted son to our residence to propose marriage for my daughter. He was tall and sturdy, brimming with vigor. I whispered into my daughter's ear, Daughter, your future father-in-law looks truly handsome. My daughter understood the hint. Mother, once I get married, I'll help you test the waters first. Later on, Loujai and I indeed became a wild pair of mandarin ducks. The only regret was that Wenyao had passed away too early. I became a widow while still young and raised several children by myself. It had been incredibly difficult. Moreover, I had already burned incense and reported the matter to Wenyao in the underworld. If he didn't agree, he could come into my dreams at night to tell me. He never visited my dreams, so it meant he had tacitly agreed. I happily went to find Loujai. That damned fellow agreed. Although Louaz was already a marquis, he was still a young and inexperienced man. Pure and innocent. Even when it came to intimate relations, he was clumsy and careful, afraid of hurting me. Our body sizes differed greatly, so he would restrain himself with all his strength, bringing me nothing but pleasure. In my previous life, Loujai and I had spent the latter half of our lives together. He didn't outlive me either, passing away at the age of 70. His greatest regret before his death was that he had never been able to marry me officially. In his most frenzied moment, he had even considered expelling his adopted son from the family genealogy to take me as his wife, which would have harmed my daughter. I grabbed a whip and gave him a thorough thrashing on the bed before he finally behaved. Earlier, seeing me staring at him in a daze, he cleared his throat lightly. Miss Chu, what are you looking at so intently? Looking at you. Honestly, you look incredibly handsome. Loujai's hand trembled, nearly dropping the teacup. His earlobes reddened at a visible speed. Miss Chu is even more beautiful. After finishing our tea, Loujai invited me to stroll through the lantern festival together. The streets were packed with people. The lanterns shining as bright as daylight. I was standing on my tiptoes, looking at a rabbit-shaped lantern, when from the corner of my eye, I suddenly spotted two familiar figures. Wenyao and my elder sister stood in it of a sugar figurine stall, neither too close nor too far apart. At that moment, Wenyao lifted his head as if about to look in my direction. My mind buzzed. Instinctively, I threw myself into Loujai's embrace, burying my face tightly against his chest, clutching the front of his robe with both hands, wishing I could shrink entirely into him. Loujai's entire body stiffened immediately, his heart pounding like a drum. His hand hovered over my back, unsure whether he should lower it. Wenyao's gaze swept over, pausing slightly. The woman in the light floral dress nestled in the tall man's arms. Her back looked somewhat familiar. He looked a few more times and couldn't help walking toward us. Just as he was about to get close, my elder sister called out from behind in confusion, Young Master Wen. Wenyao's footsteps halted. He lowered his gaze, let out a self-mocking smile, then turned back to my elder sister's side and left with her. I remained huddled in Loujai's arms like a quail. Missed you. His voice was so hoarse it barely sounded human. They're gone. Only then did I poke my head out, letting out a sigh of relief. Oh heavens, you scared me to death. Then I froze. Wait a minute, I'm not marrying Wenyao in this life anyway. Why was I hiding? Ha ha ha. The female supporting character must have short-circuited her brain. She still thought she was in her previous life, running around in front of the main wife with her little lover, afraid of getting caught. Which was only natural. Someone come and control the Marquis. He's practically smoking from being teased by the female supporting character. From above my head came Loujai's low, deep voice. Missed you. His face was flushed red, his throat bobbing up and down several times. Tomorrow, I will come to your residence to propose marriage. I stammered. So soon? Don't you want to take responsibility? Loujai looked at me with red, rimmed eyes full of grievance, like a large homeless dog. I've never been hugged by a young miss before. I smiled awkwardly and coaxed him. I will take responsibility. I definitely will. Loujai's eyes curved into crescents as he escorted me back to the residence. I hurriedly ran off to find my elder sister. The moment I burst into her courtyard, I saw her kissing a suave and unrestrained young master beneath the moonlight. It wasn't Wenyao. I screamed, um. My elder sister also screamed, eh. Before I could say anything. Footsteps sounded from behind. Wenyao's figure appeared at the entrance to the courtyard, his eyes cold as he looked over. My mind spasmed. I suddenly jumped to the side of the suave young master, grabbed his arm, and said righteously. Let me introduce him. This is my fiancé. As soon as the words left my mouth, a gloomy and icy voice rang out. If he's her fiancé, then who am I? Loujai had followed along as well. My left hand held the suave young master's arm while my right hand was gripped tightly by Loujai. Wenyao stood in front of us with a face pale as a ghost, and my elder sister had already fled far to the side. Ha ha ha. What kind of Shura field was this? The female supporting character was too righteous. She had only wanted to cover for her elder sister, but had jumped straight into the mess herself. It had turned into complete chaos. Since things were already a hot mess, I might as well roll with it. What kind of situation was this? Didn't the female lead like the male lead? Why was she having an affair? Loujai and Wenyao asked in unison. Who is he? I turned to look at the suave young master. The suave young master looked back at me. The two of us stared at each other. Uh, what was your name again? The corner of the suave young master's mouth twitched. This humble one is Shen's son of the vice minister of personnel. Ah, yes, yes, yes. He is young master Shen, my fiancée. Loujai's hand, which was holding mine, suddenly tightened. Shu Qing Hao. He looked at me with extreme anguish as if I were a heartless, disloyal scoundrel. Say that again. Only then did I realize there was a problem. I quickly let go of Shen Du's hand and turned to coax Loujai instead. Don't get angry. You are my fiancée too. Both of them, Wenyao included, laughed coldly. Shu Qing Hao, you certainly have quite the appetite. I didn't know how to explain. Since things had already come to this point, so be it. I immediately straightened my spine. The situation is exactly like this. I'm tired, so I'll go rest first. After finishing those words, I paid no mind to how anyone reacted. I left the crowd behind and turned to walk away. The next day, I was sleeping soundly when Bitao shook me awake. Miss, wake up quickly. The Marquis of the Northern Garrison has come right to our door to propose marriage, and he even went hunting himself and caught two large wild geese. I was dragged out from under the covers by Bitao, my entire body still heavy with the irritation of someone rudely awakened from sleep. Couldn't he have come a little later? He really had to ruin someone else's beautiful dream. Once I had washed my face and done my hair, my eldest sister pushed open the door and walked in. She wore a light yellow short jacket, her cheeks faintly flushed. Little sister, I have something I want to tell you. Eldest sister sat down and lifted a teacup to take a sip. Actually, last night at the Lantern Festival, I already made everything clear to young master when. Huh. We've spent this time together and discovered we're not compatible. Eldest sister looked at me seriously. Since we've already agreed to just be friends, the blame you took for me last night was all for nothing. Young master when didn't come here to catch anyone in the act. I gaped for a long while but couldn't squeeze out a single word. She paused briefly, then suddenly leaned in close to me. King Hao, last time didn't you ask me who the person in my heart is? Eldest sister pulled a small notebook from her sleeve and handed it to me in front of my face. Here, see for yourself. I took it from her, opening it, the first thing to greet my eyes were five large characters record of the capital's top six handsome men. I flipped further down. The pages were packed with names, each accompanied by meticulous notes. The third young master of the Vice Minister of Revenues Wang family had eyes as if painted with strokes of ink, but unfortunately he was a bit short. The second young master of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices Li family stood eight feet tall, but he stuttered when he spoke. Editor Zhang of the Hanlin Academy possessed outstanding talent and learning, but he had a sallow complexion. The commander of the Imperial Guards, Lord Zhao, was extraordinarily valiant, but unfortunately he was a widower. Flipping to the middle of the booklet, I saw Wen Yao's name. Below it was written the legitimate son of the Wen family. Wen Yao possesses refined features and an ethereal temperament. One's first meeting with him is like encountering a celestial being. However, only after spending time together does one realize his personality is cold and distant. Sparing with words as if they were gold. Conversing with him feels as if one's soul has flown elsewhere. It's no different from casting pearls before swine. Deduct points, deduct points, deduct points. Beside that name was an extremely large red X mark, incredibly striking, along with a massive question mark that appeared for the first time. No wonder when the female supporting character previously asked the female lead who the person in her heart was, the female lead refused to answer. It turned out that even listing a name took half a day. The person in her heart filled an entire notebook, and Wen Yao was merely one among them. Moreover, he had been crossed out. My stomach twisted in frustration. I had thought the female lead was the deeply infatuated type, but who knew she was actually this experienced. This notebook left me sighing in utter admiration. I've made a fool of myself for your amusement. Eldest sister lowered her head and smiled shyly. I am a bit fickle-hearted. Eldest sister, what exactly are you being shy about? And this is only b-fickle. Right then, Bi Tao urged from outside again. Miss, the Northern Garrison Marquis is already waiting in the main hall. Master has instructed you to personally go receive him. Eldest sister pushed me toward the door. Go on, the Northern Garrison Marquis is a fine man. I've already looked him over for you. I was pushed out the door in a daze, my mind a complete mess like a pot of porridge. So why did eldest sister suffer so much and die young in the previous life? Looking at her now, she didn't seem miserable in the slightest. I stepped into the main hall. Lu Zhai sat on a chair, dressed in a dark red brocade robe that exuded an imposing aura. The floor was piled high with betrothal gifts. On the long table lay two live wild geese flapping about, their legs bound with red silk ribbons. Seeing me enter, he stood up immediately, his gaze burning as it fixed on me. Second Miss Chu, I have come to propose marriage. His voice was low and powerful, yet the tips of his ears burned bright red. My father smiled so broadly he couldn't close his mouth. Good, good, good. Worthy son-in-law, please sit down quickly. You there, run and inform the master. Master, young master Wen has arrived. Wen Yao strode in. He wore a white robe with an ink black belt tied at his waist, his entire demeanor as cool and pure as jade. The first words out of his mouth upon entering were, Lord Chu, I have come to propose for the second young miss of your esteemed residence. More than a dozen large gift chests were carried inside, sparkling brilliantly with pearls and jade. Following behind, a young servant held up a long box. When opened, it revealed a painting. The painting depicted a young lady in a blue, green dress, standing on tiptoe at the lantern festival to admire a rabbit lantern. Her eyes were curved in a smile, bright and harmless. It was a portrait of me. In the bottom right corner was a line of small characters. In this life, I love only her. My father glanced at Lu Zhai, then at Wen Yao, his face showing clear distress. Oh dear, what now? My mother, however, was brimming with excitement. Draw lots then. I wasn't pleased. Can't you ask the person in question? Which is me, for my opinion. My mother wasn't pleased either. What objections could you possibly have? Ignoring Wen Yao's gaze full of anticipation, I stepped forward and grasped Lu Zhai's hand. I choose Lu Zhai. The main hall fell silent for a moment. My father couldn't bear to look straight at the scene and lowered his head to examine the patterns on his robe. My mother's hand, holding the teacup, froze in midair. Lu Zhai tightly gripped my hand back, his eyes sparkling brightly, the corners of his lips refusing to stay down no matter how hard he tried. The first day of next month is the most auspicious day of the year. Why don't we set the wedding for the first of next month? Haha, Lu Zhai truly knew how to pursue victory relentlessly. Why hasn't Wen Yao left yet? What is he standing there for? Probably waiting for the female supporting character to glance at him. I instinctively glanced at Wen Yao. He stood bathed in the morning light, his white clothes snow, white, even his lips appearing pale. He simply stared at me like that, his eyes filled with bewilderment and grievance. Wen Yao's voice trembled slightly. Second Miss, may I speak with you alone for a few words? No. My mother pinched me from behind. Using lip language, she said, Hey at least gave you a painting. Wen Yao was the top scholar who achieved first place, in all three examinations, his calligraphy and painting skills were exquisite. In the previous life, Wen Yao had painted many portraits for me, each one requested by me. This was the first time in two lifetimes that he have taken the initiative to paint one for me. Young master Wen. I looked at him seriously. In the previous life, you told me you hoped we would never meet again in the next life. I remembered it well and acted accordingly. In this life, let's release each other. Wen Yao's eyes suddenly turned red. That wasn't what I meant. His voice was low and hoarse. I waited for you under the bridge of helplessness for more than 50 years. I told myself that whenever ghosts asked why I was waiting, I would say I was waiting to sever all ties with her. Day after day, I stubbornly insisted on that. But in truth, I was only afraid that after you passed at a hundred years old, you would be lonely and frightened on the road to the yellow springs. That's why I kept waiting and waiting. The male lead had finally spoken the truth. A stubborn, mouthed guy never gets a good ending. Liu Zhai shifted his body to shield me. Young master Wen, you didn't say these words earlier. Now that someone has come to propose, you speak up. Isn't your timing a bit too calculated? Wen Yao looked at him. Then when did the Marquis meet her? From the previous life. Liu Zhai said without batting an eye. King Hao and I were a wild pair of mandarin ducks for more than 20 years. She promised me that in this life, I would be her legitimate husband. My father stared with eyes wide and mouth agape. What is wild mandarin ducks mean? My mother tugged at him. Be quiet. The marriage proposal still hasn't been settled yet. My mother waved her hand decisively. I only have one daughter. She can't be split in two. Both of you go back and let her choose slowly. Neither man budged. My mother smiled sweetly. Do you want me to have servants escort you out? Liu Zhai was the first to release his grip. He walked to the door, then turned his head to look at me. He opened his mouth without making a sound, mouthing the words. Wait for me. Wen Yao stood in place gazing at me for a while before he too turned and left. His lonely figure made my nose sting slightly. Has the female supporting character gone soft? Don't. The Marquis is so wonderful, so purely passionate. I'm truly very satisfied with this difference in physique. Can I take both? It's only two people after all. Elder sister looped her arm through mine. King Hao, you can't soften your heart now. Wen Yao, that man is fine as a friend, but as a husband he would stifle you to death. When I went to the Lantern Festival with him and told a couple of jokes, he didn't laugh even once. In comparison, our family's young master Shen is much better. Eldest sister blushed again. She even knew how to smile, and she even knew how to say some crude things. He said my eyes resembled the moon, illuminating his heart so brightly that no one could hide within it. And then he kissed me. The kiss lasted a long time. I remained expressionless. Sister, I don't really want to hear about these things. Eldest sister laughed until tears formed. It's fine if you don't want to hear it. I want to talk about it. In the days that followed, Lujia came to see me every single day. King Hao, your dress looks beautiful today. King Hao, I missed you. I've been missing you ever since we parted last night. Wen Yao also came. Bi Tao said that every day he stood beneath the locust tree at the entrance of the back alley. He would stand there for nearly two hours, his gaze distant and his expression dazed, lost in thought about who knows what. I climbed up onto the wall for a quick peek. The wind lifted the hem of his robe, making him look as beautiful as a painting. Bi Tao asked, Miss, won't you go say something to him? No. He didn't come looking for me. Miss. Young Master Wen probably didn't not want to speak. He simply didn't know how to say it. When night fell, Lujia squatted on the wall of my house, carrying a jar of osmanthus wine. I couldn't sleep, so I came to drink a few cups with you. I accepted the wine jar. He leaned against my windowsill, the moonlight illuminating him and deepening the contours of his face. King Hao, are you hesitating? I remained silent. You don't need to answer right away. I'm willing to wait. I already waited more than twenty years in the previous life. Waiting a few more years in this one is nothing. He paused. But there's one thing. You must not choose him out of pity for Wen Yao. His pitiful circumstances are his own business, not your responsibility. You marry to live a good life, not to save all living beings. The Marquis had such great foresight. This was truly the demeanor a real man should possess. Aren't you afraid I'll choose him? Lujia smiled. Of course I'm afraid. But if you choose him, it can only mean I haven't done well enough yet. I'll work harder. If you choose him, I'll wait until he dies. In the previous life, he only lived to thirty. In this life, he probably won't live long either. At that time, I'll marry you. I nearly spat out the wine. Early the next morning, Wen Yao arrived carrying a food box. Inside were osmanthus cakes, all crooked and mishapen, some even cracked at the edges. I made them myself. His earlobes flushed red. I learned how all night. I took a bite. It was passable, just a little ugly looking. The corner of his licks lifted slightly. Whatever you like, I can learn it all. These past few days, I've thought everything through. Everything that brought us to this point was my fault. If you don't want to marry me, that's fine too. Just don't ignore me. Let me stand somewhere where I can see you. The male lead had finally learned to speak like a normal person. I looked at his reddened eyes. Wen Yao, in the previous life when I said we would share the same quilt in life and the same grave in death and continue our bond in the next life. I meant every word. He suddenly raised his head, his dark eyes shining like the stars in the sky. But you have to rank second. Lu Zhai proposed first and delivered the betrothal token earlier. Everything must have its proper order. The corner of Wen Yao's mouth curved upward. Fine. Since you're willing to agree even to this, no matter what position I hold as long as I can be by your side, it's okay. Whoa. The male lead has agreed. Principal husband Lu Zhai, concubine Wen Yao. What kind of blessed days are these? This damned girl really has it too good. My mother stepped out from behind the screen, her expression calm. Good. Then it's decided. Anyone have any objections? Lu Zhai had somehow already taken up position leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. I have no objections. Young master Wen, try calling me big brother from now on. Wen Yao's face showed no emotion. Big brother Lu. Eldest sister gave me a thumbs up. Little sister, you're truly my shining example. My father poked half his head in from outside the door. Can I have an opinion? My mother gave him a casual glance, and my father immediately withdrew his head. The wedding was scheduled for three months later. To demonstrate the bearing of the principal husband, Lu Zhai personally hunted four wild geese, saying that good things should come in pairs. Wen Yao brought me handmade snacks every day. His skills improved with each passing day. Bai Tao asked me in the end who I liked more. I thought for a moment. Lu Zhai was like the sun, shining down and warming one from head to toe. Wen Yao was like the moon, hanging there quietly, serene and comforting. I liked both the sun and the moon. No choosing? I wanted them all. In the previous life, the female supporting character enjoyed solid happiness alone. In this life, the three of us would enjoy solid happiness together. What ending could be more perfect? On the day of the grand wedding, the capital was bathed in brilliant sunlight. Lu Zhai wore a deep red wedding robe and rode his horse to escort the bride. Qing Hao. He said softly, In this life, I've come to marry you. During the bowing ceremony, Wen Yao stood among the guests. He watched me walk step by step toward Lu Zhai. He watched me perform the bows, his eyes reddening even as the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile. That night, Lu Zhai had drunk a bit too much. He leaned against the headboard and pulled me into his embrace. Qing Hao, am I dreaming? If not, I'll pinch you. Does it hurt? He burst into laughter. In the quiet depths of the night, the moonlight was clear as water. I sighed softly. Lu Zhai lowered his head to look at me. Missing him? Em. Then tomorrow we'll go visit him. After all, the day after tomorrow he'll officially enter the family. I chuckled. You're really generous. What else can I do if I'm not generous? He hugged me even tighter. You're not mine alone. In the previous life, I was just a nameless, statusless side room. In this life, I get to be your principal husband. That's already enough. The moonlight streamed through the window lattice, falling upon his face. His eyes were astonishingly bright, as if they contained an entire galaxy. I leaned over and gently kissed the corner of his lips. Thank you, Lu Zhai. Thank me for what? Thank you for waiting for me across two lifetimes. He smiled and lowered his head until our noses touched. Not two lifetimes, but three. The previous life, this life, and the next life as well. I only need you, Wen Yao. The first time Wen Yao met Xu Qinghao was at the ferry outside the city. She had accidentally fallen into the water and was struggling fiercely beneath the surface. He jumped in and pulled her out. She coughed up several mouthfuls of water and dazedly opened her eyes. The first words she uttered upon seeing him were, Young master is truly handsome. Daring to speak so boldly right in front of everyone. He had lived eighteen years without ever encountering a young lady like her. At the time, he had no idea this was the beginning of all their entanglements. When the marriage was arranged, he sat in his study with a memorial spread before him. Yet he couldn't read a single word. His heart was in utter turmoil. He had once met eldest sister at a poetry gathering. She truly lived up to her reputation as the capital's foremost talented lady. Gentle, dignified, well-versed in propriety and reason. She was exactly the virtuous wife and capable mother his own mother often described. Yet the one he was to marry was the second young miss. The very second young miss who had publicly praised him as handsome at that ferry. He had originally thought this marriage would be pure torment. But Xu Qinghao was like a spark of fire, burning wildly and fiercely into his life. She was talkative. Chattering non-stop from morning till night about how today's osmanthus cakes were too sweet. How the crabapple flowers in the courtyard had bloomed. Or how she had fallen from a tree as a child and left a scar. He didn't need to reply. She could talk for a two hours all by herself. She loved to eat. Once, after dinner, she ate three full bowls. At midnight, suffering from indigestion and unable to sleep, she tossed and turned until the blankets were twisted into a ball. He endured it again and again. Until finally he reached out and gently rubbed her stomach. She let out soft, comfortable sighs one after another, like a cat having its first stroke smooth. His expression remained unchanged as he thought to himself. What am I doing? But his hand never stopped. She was also afraid of the cold. In winter, she liked to burrow into his blankets. Whenever he shifted aside, she would follow. He shifted again, and she followed again, until he was pressed against the wall with nowhere left to go. Go back, he said. I'm cold. She replied as if it were the most natural thing. He fell silent. Then she pressed further, placing her foot on his calf. He said nothing more and didn't dodge away. She never knew that he stayed awake until dawn that night, his heart pounding too fiercely for sleep. He began painting her. Late at night in the quiet study, alone, the lines from his brush naturally transformed into her figure, her sleeping slumped over the table during noon, tiptoeing to reach a book on the high shelf, squatting by the pond to feed the fish. Once finished, he would put the paintings away, never showing them to her. At that time, he still didn't understand that this was love. Sometimes Chu Qing Hao would force him to say sweet, romantic words to her. He couldn't bring himself to speak them. The children of the Wen family had been taught from childhood to never show joy or anger outwardly. He didn't know how to utter those tender phrases. The two words, I like you, lodged in his throat like a fishbone, impossible to spit out. He thought, indeed, I don't like her. That's why I can't say it. In the winter of his 30th year, it wasn't a serious illness. The doctor said he only needed to rest quietly in bed for a few days to recover, but she couldn't rest easy. She guarded his bedside without leaving for even a step. Her eyes red from crying as she muttered nonstop, you absolutely must not have anything happen to you. If you leave, what will I do? Looking at her, he suddenly wanted to say one sentence. In this life, I will stay by your side. The words reached his lips but were swallowed back down. He thought he would say it once he recovered, but the illness refused to heal. That afternoon, a sharp pain in Lee pierced his chest and his vision went black. She was so terrified she dropped the bowl of medicine, rushing over to clutch his hand tightly as she sobbed until she choked. Husband, husband, what's wrong? Don't scare me. He wanted to wipe away her tears and tell her not to cry, but he couldn't say a single word. As his life reached its end, her crying voice calling for him rang in his ears. Live under the same quilt, die in the same grave. In the next life, I still want to marry you. Because of that one sentence, he waited for her under the bridge of helplessness for more than 50 years. He wasn't the only ghost under the bridge. Curious souls asked him, who are you waiting for? My wife. How long have you been waiting? More than 50 years. What a devoted ghost you are. Does she know you're waiting for her? He remained silent for a moment. I'm not a devoted ghost. I only want to say goodbye to her properly. She never dreamed of him. He had tried many times but could never enter her dreams. He thought it was fine. Just keep waiting. She would come eventually. During those 50 plus years of waiting, he replayed the events of that life over and over in his mind countless times. Finally, when she was on the verge of death, he managed to enter her dream. He stood beneath the moonlight, watching her rush toward him with tears streaming down her face. His heart softened until it nearly melted. Yet he still took a step back and, following his original plan, severed ties with her in one clean cut. In this life, by marrying you, I lost the one I loved and harbored regret for a lifetime. I only hope that in your next life, we never meet again. Afterward, he reincarnated. Reincarnated at that same ferry. When he pulled her from the water, she said to him, In this life, I absolutely will not marry you. He should have been happy. That way, he could go pursue Elda's sister. Yet the news left his heart acting unbearably. Hearing that she was ill, he panicked. He immediately invited imperial physicians to guard her courtyard. Afterward, he prepared gifts for Elda's sister but couldn't stop himself from preparing an extra portion for her as well. When she stopped him, his heart rejoiced tremendously. But the words that left his mouth came out sarcastic and oddly twisted. So Second Miss Chu has finally learned to come and express her thanks. After speaking, he immediately regretted it. But she didn't catch the underlying meaning. She had never been able to detect a hidden intentions behind his words. Later, when Lu Zhai appeared and shamelessly said the words he himself wanted to say but couldn't. I adore her. I want to marry her. Her dress is truly beautiful. Every sentence was something he wished he could have voiced. Watching Lu Zhai propose marriage, he finally panicked. He did the bravest thing he had ever done in his life. He tried to steal the bride. Standing in the main hall, his heart trembled uncontrollably. She thought for a moment before saying, I choose Lu Zhai. Choosing Lu Zhai was the right decision. That man could make her happy and make her laugh while he only knew how to remain silent. But then she changed her mind. She said, In the previous life, when I spoke of sharing the same quilt in life and the same grave in death and continuing our affinity in the next, all of it was sincere. But you must rank second. Lu Zhai came to propose first, and he delivered the betrothal gifts earlier. Everything must follow proper order. Ranking second was fine. As long as he could stay by her side, any rank was acceptable. On their wedding night, he cried. Cry about what? I didn't cry. Your eyes are as red as a rabbit's. It's just the light bothering them. Wenyao, in the previous life, were you like this too? Clearly remembering me to the point of life and death, yet claiming you had lost your beloved and never wanted to meet again. He didn't reply. She sighed and reached out to gently stroke his hair. You fool. He lowered his head and buried his face in the crook of her shoulder. Em. He said, A fool to the core. Her body still carried that familiar fragrance. He closed his eyes and suddenly felt that being second wasn't so bad after all. At least in this life, he had finally managed to say his words out loud. Chuchun. I love you. I know. That's the eighth time you've said it today. I love you. Wenyao, did you secretly drink my osmanthus wine again? He didn't answer, because he had. If he didn't drink, he still wouldn't be able to say these words. But he thought, Slowly is fine. There's no rush. Slowly fall in love with her. Slowly stay together. And slowly grow old with her.