After the marriage, I married the most treacherous minister of the dynasty

Seeing the somewhat crazy Hong Jin, Su Qingwan only said lightly:

"Unfortunately, you still failed in the end."

The destructive power of this sentence was so great that it directly extinguished Hong Jin's arrogance like a basin of cold water.

Yes!

She had been planning for so long and enduring for so long, but she had not caused any harm to Su Qingwan.

In fact, Yan Mingjue defended her even more.

Thinking of this, she angrily spat out a mouthful of blood.

She looked at Su Qingwan viciously:

"The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit. Just kill me."

Seeing her like this, Su Qingwan laughed:

"Who said I wanted to kill you?"

Killing is not enough, so letting Hong Jin die like this would be too easy.

Kill people and kill your heart.

The more Hong Jin couldn't bear to see her doing well, the more she wanted to make herself live a good life and let Hong Jin watch over her.

This is the only way to make up for the suffering she had endured before.

She was tortured for more than a month, and every day she was happy thinking that she was pregnant, but in the end it was all in vain.

Others cannot understand this feeling.

That's why she told Yan Mingjue that she wanted to keep Hong Jin.

The more Hong Jin couldn't bear to see her happy, the more she wanted to be happy in front of Hong Jin.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die."

"Not only will I not let you die, I will also let you live a hundred years."

"In the future, you will see my child being born, growing up, getting married, and having children."

"You will also watch Yan Ming make sure that I get better and better."

Hearing this, Hong Jin could no longer hold back and immediately shouted:

"impossible!"

"You are now at the peak of your beauty, and the master likes you."

"When you are old and ugly, your master will surely despise you."

Su Qingwan raised her eyebrows upon hearing this:

"In that case, let's take a look."

"By then, will he and I still be as loving as before, or will he despise me as you said?"

"I just hope that you won't be pissed off to death by then."

Having said that, Su Qingwan stood up and walked out without saying another word to Hong Jin.

Seeing her calm and composed appearance, and thinking about Yan Ming's absolute love for her, Hong Jin felt disheartened, but she still held on.

"No, no."

"There will always be a day when you will be hated."

"Su Qingwan, I'm waiting to see your retribution."

She shouted this extremely loudly, but Su Qingwan did not even turn her head, pretending not to hear her.

After leaving the woodshed, Miao Hua couldn't help but say:

"Miss, why do you have to tell her that?"

"Because I believe your uncle will not let me down."

Su Qingwan spoke.

Qinshu and Miaohua were both startled and looked at Su Qingwan in surprise. Finally, Qinshu said:

"Miss, you and your uncle still have a long way to go."

"Yes, so I have to run it well."

Life is lived by people, and she had never thought that she and Yan Mingjue would end up like this.

Since she was moved, she naturally wanted to be with Yan Mingjue forever.

Yan Ming would definitely disobey her order, and she would naturally let his heart always be with her.

Thinking of this, she said:

"Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon."

Last year, she married Yan Mingjue after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Yan Mingjue's birthday is a few days after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

This year, she wanted to celebrate Yan Mingjue's birthday.

That night, Yan Mingjue came back and Zhou Shan told him what had happened that day.

No one knew what Su Qingwan and Hong Jin said in the woodshed, but the last few words that Hong Jin yelled were so loud that many people heard it and roughly guessed what the two were saying.

Yan Mingjue had a smile in his eyes and slowly curled the corners of his lips.

When he entered the room, Su Qingwan had already fallen asleep. Feeling his breath, she subconsciously leaned towards him.

A smile flashed across Yan Mingjue's eyes, and he reached out and took Su Qingwan into his arms.