The Regent's Little Wife

"The child's mother told me to take the child far away, away from the court. She hoped that she would not be born into the royal family in the next life. After the queen wrote the letter, she hit her head against a tree and died..."

"I was almost 40 years old at the time, and my wife had no children. So I secretly placed the child in the care of a farmer. When the tide came back, I sent someone to take the child back. So a year later I announced that the child was mine. No one knew what the child's origins were."

"I am sorry for this child... I couldn't save his mother... I guess his father doesn't know that he has such a lovely daughter. I treat her as my own daughter... I taught her to read personally... Although her mother was not killed by me, she died in front of me after all, so I have something to do with her. I dare not say this to Ning'er..."

"She is a very sensitive child... I'm afraid she will think too much, Your Majesty... Only his mother, I, and you know about this matter. If I really can't come back, tell the child the truth. She should go find her biological father."

Sang Jie has been crying for 19 years. He has never told anyone about his child's origins. He has no children or descendants in his life, but he treats Sang Ning as his own daughter.

Shen Yan clenched his fists, his heart could not calm down for a long time. Shen Huaian, Shen Huaian. I didn't expect you owe us another life. My father, and Ning'er's mother. How are you going to repay them?

Sang Jie stood up and looked out the window. "Your Highness... Ning'er... although she has a bad temper, she is kind-hearted. No matter what she did wrong, I hope Your Highness can forgive her. I know she did a lot of wrong things before, Your Highness, and may still hold a grudge against her, but Your Highness, can you please, for my sake, stop holding a grudge against her and give her a chance?"

Sang Jie knelt down in front of Shen Yan. Shen Yan pulled Sang Jie up. Of course, she didn't hate Sang Ning in front of her now. Because he was not the previous Sang Ning, why should he hate? Even if it was the previous Sang Ning, he didn't want to hate him anymore. When would the cycle of revenge end? But he couldn't tell the daughter in front of him that she was not his previous daughter. He couldn't explain it to him.

"Father-in-law...I will no longer hate Ning'er. Ning'er is my white moonlight. I will love and protect her for the rest of my life."

Sang Ning and Mrs. Sang walking in the garden.

Mrs. Sang is a traditional woman, the daughter of the former prime minister. She is well-educated, gentle, elegant, and has an extraordinary demeanor, a typical lady from a noble family.

"Ning'er... Is the prince treating you well?"

"its not bad, right……"

"That's good...child...it's really good to win a man's heart. Child, sometimes you have to restrain yourself. You can't lose your temper with the prince every time. The prince can tolerate you for a short time. But he is a man after all, and he is still the high and mighty prince. No matter how outstanding you become now, he is still your husband and the father of your children. You have to know how to respect him. This is what it means to be a husband and wife."

"And the most important thing is, I know you are very competitive now. But he is a man after all, so sometimes you have to learn to act like a spoiled child."

Sang Ning listened to what the original owner's mother said. She didn't expect that the original owner's mother's level was so high. No wonder the original owner's father only married the original owner's mother for so many years. It turned out that the original owner's mother had such a high emotional intelligence. As a woman in ancient times, she could reach such a level. No wonder she could hold her husband firmly in her hands.

"I understand, mother..."

"Let's go back. I guess your father and the prince should have finished their talk by now... It's probably time for you and your wife to go back too." As they talked, they reached the main hall.

At this time, Sang Jie also finished talking with Shen Yan. Sang Jie still had to prepare for tomorrow's affairs, so he did not invite his daughter and son-in-law to dinner.

In the carriage, Shen Yan kept thinking about what Sang Jie had said to him. He didn't know this in his previous life. In his previous life, Sang Jie didn't say that Sang Ning was not his daughter. Sang Jie also knew that his daughter was captured in the dungeon. If Sang Jie wanted to save his daughter, he could tell her that she was not his biological daughter, but in his previous life, Sang Jie didn't do that. Why is that?

It seems that many things in this life are slowly changing. And about Ning'er's life experience, how should I tell her? She already hated our emperor to the core. If she told him about her life experience and that her original mother died at the hands of this emperor, her hatred would deepen. Let's wait until the tutor comes back. I have already reminded the tutor, so there shouldn't be any problem.

next day

Sang Jie led an army of 100,000, and Emperor Shen Huaian personally saw him off. The emperor thought to himself, Sang Jie... you're going this time, and you won't come back. Without you, I'll see how rampant Sang Ning can be. If you die on the battlefield, the people behind your Sang family won't be able to say anything. What should I do?

Half a month later, Sangjie arrived at the border. At this time, Yu Chao had already occupied two cities of Si Chao.

When Sangjie was young, he was very famous. He conquered half of the country. In half a month, Sangjie had already recovered two cities. Sangjie had his own tactics when leading troops, which always left the enemy helpless.

At this time, they came to Xieyang Ridge. It was noon. This happened to be a mountain stream. It was hoped that the team would pass through this place quickly. Because it was unlucky for a large team to encounter such a mountain stream.

Really, at this time, three gunshots were heard around the mountain stream. They were actually surrounded, but it was impossible. How did the enemy know our tactics? How did they know that our army was passing through the mountain stream at this moment?

On the flat slope directly facing the mountain stream, there was a man sitting high on a horse. He was none other than Lu Ze, the crown prince of the Yu Dynasty.

"Lord Sang... I didn't expect that I have been waiting here for so long..."

Sang Jie suddenly looked at the deputy general next to him, Luo Zhenyu. He knew that what happened today was that the deputy general Luo Zhenyu leaked the news of their army to the enemy. He didn't know why Luo Zhenyu did this. Luo Zhenyu was also a third-rank deputy general.

"Why are you doing this?" Sang Jie pointed his gun at Luo Zhenyu and said fiercely.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to do this, but someone wanted you to die..." Luo Zhenyu rode his warhorse in front of the enemy.

"Shoot..." Arrows fell, and most of Si Chao's soldiers were killed or injured. In the end, they had no choice but to retreat 20 miles. Unexpectedly, Yu Chao's troops surrounded them all around. Sang Jie could only retreat to the town temporarily. Of the soldiers he brought, less than remained.

Sangjie was not wary of the people around him. He did not expect that although the people around him were sent by the emperor, they were actually enemy troops.

But he had less than 10,000 men left. Now he could only go to the court as soon as possible to ask the emperor to send more troops. He wrote a memorial and asked his confidants to return to the court to ask the emperor to send more troops. There was not much food and grass in the town. It could only last for two months at most. At this time, a month had passed, but there was no news of sending troops.

None of the memorials written by Sangjie fell into the hands of the emperor. All the generals sent by the emperor to his side were replaced by reports of victory. Although the emperor wanted Sangjie to die, he did not want to send the court away. Therefore, Su Yehe must not let the memorials written by Sangjie fall into the hands of the emperor.