Divorce the bad husband, store grain fields, and marry the emperor's uncle for the second time

Xia Xiaorou came to Yanyuan in Zhuyun and Heying's carriage.

The gate of Yan Garden was open. The guards at the gate saw Xia Xiaorou coming and greeted her respectfully, "Madam Xia."

Xia Xiaorou looked at the scene in front of her and felt a little uncomfortable, so she lowered the car curtain.

The carriage drove all the way to the screen wall of the manor and stopped.

Zhuyun went to stop the carriage, and Heying helped Xia Xiaorou walk towards the back house.

Arriving at Yan Heng's small garden, He Ying helped Xia Xiaorou into the garden and did not go any further. "My dear, please wait for Madam Xia at the old place in front. I will take my leave first."

She stepped back and closed the door.

Xia Xiaorou frowned and had to move forward alone.

When she arrived at the hot spring pool, she saw Yan Heng holding the cat, standing by the pool and playing with her reflection in the water.

The water in the pool was steaming, and the reflections of a man and a cat were hazy.

Like a banished immortal descending to earth.

A man like this, no matter in appearance, status, or money, can be ranked at the top, but why does he want to marry her?

Xia Xiaorou couldn't figure it out.

The more she couldn't figure it out, the less confident she became.

"Mr. Yan." Xia Xiaorou walked over and knelt down to bow to Yan Heng.

Yan Heng turned around and saw Xia Xiaorou's new look. She was slightly stunned for a moment. After a while, her eyes gradually softened and she freed one hand to hold her waist. "Are you unhappy because you look down on me? Is it because Zhu Yun He Ying didn't serve me well? Are you not satisfied with your makeup today?"

"It is not……"

Yan Heng put the cat in her hand on the rocking chair beside her, put her arms around Xia Xiaorou, and leaned over to look at her, "What is it?"

"Mr. Yan, I haven't thought about it yet. You picked me up here so suddenly, and I don't know how to face the guests you invited." Xia Xiaorou bit her lip and looked up at Yan Heng.

Yan Heng stroked her face and smiled, "That's it? Where is your usual courage? How come you are scared of a few guests? When the guests come later, He Ying will arrange everything for you, you don't have to worry too much."

"Lord Yan." Xia Xiaorou thought of Xia Xiaoying's question that day and asked, "You asked me to marry you, have you informed your family? For example, your relatives, your brothers and sisters. Do they approve of you marrying me?"

She didn't know much about the capital.

When she was doing business in her previous life, she only heard from the merchants from the capital that the current emperor was a young man, had an uncle, the Prince of Yan, and that the empress dowager was still alive.

And Yan Heng is the King of Yan.

She knew nothing else about the capital.

Yan Heng nodded, "I was just looking for a chance to tell you about my family. Since you asked me about it today, I might as well tell you now."

He told Xia Xiaorou, "My mother remarried, and my father died the year I was born. Fifteen years ago, my mother died of illness. Four years ago, my half brother died of illness. My sister-in-law and nephew are in charge of the family. But my sister-in-law and I have separated. I make my own decisions about my own affairs, and they can't interfere. You don't have to worry about that."

Xia Xiaorou listened to his narration and thought to herself that what he said was consistent with the legend about the life of King Yan.

"So, what about your maternal grandparents' home?" Xia Xiaorou asked again.

Yan Heng's mother is the empress dowager, so the influence of her maternal family is still there, right?

"My grandparents only had two children, my mother and my uncle. My uncle had an accident the day before my mother died of illness. My uncle never married and had no offspring. After he had the accident, my grandmother and grandfather also died of illness a few days later. There is no one left in my grandparents' house now." Yan Heng's eyes dimmed and his voice gradually became low.

Xia Xiaorou suddenly opened her eyes wide.

So, within a few days, all of Yan Heng's maternal grandparents died?

First his uncle had an accident, then his mother, and a few days later his grandparents died one after another. It must be that the old people couldn't bear the sudden death of their children and passed away because of the shock, right?

No wonder Yan Heng in his previous life lived in Qingyang Prefecture for ten years. It turned out that he had no close relatives.

Yan Heng looked at Xia Xiaorou who was silent, and said gently, "Xiaorou, do you have anything else to ask?"

Xia Xiaorou pinched the corner of her sleeve, pursed her lips and said nothing.

There are no parents-in-law, sisters-in-law, or even grandparents' home. If it were another woman, such as Fourth Miss Wen, she would definitely like such a family.

But she couldn't like it.

There is a huge gap between her and Yan Heng.

"You are a man and you have no family. People will not say anything to you. Instead, they will praise you for being strong. I am a woman and I have no mother or grandparents. I will only be discriminated against and bullied by the world." Xia Xiaorou lowered her eyes.

Yan Heng raised her eyebrows, "So this is what you are worried about?"

Xia Xiaorou nodded.

Yan Heng laughed, "How can this be a big deal? You dare to pick up a knife and chop the Song family, why don't you dare to face the people around me?"

"That's different. The Song family are from the village, and the people around you are all from the capital." Xia Xiaorou shook her head.

Yan Heng smiled again, "So what if I'm from the capital? I don't have one more eye than you." He took Xia Xiaorou's hand and walked towards the small hall, "Come and have breakfast with me, so that you can have the energy to meet the guests."

Xia Xiaorou discovered that Yan Heng was holding her hand very tightly.

Every time her fingers moved slightly, Yan Heng's fingers tightened a little.

Breakfast had already been placed on the table in the small hall. These were the dishes that Xia Xiaorou often ate when she came to Yanyuan.

After breakfast, Yan Yuan took Xia Xiaorou to the study.

In the study, Song Yuan was practicing calligraphy.

Seeing Xia Xiaorou coming in, he was stunned for a long time, then he opened his eyes wide and rushed towards Xia Xiaorou, "Godmother? You have changed, I almost didn't recognize you."

Xia Xiaorou touched his head and asked, "Have you made any progress recently?"

"Of course, Mr. Yan said that I have made great progress. Godmother, come and see my handwriting." Song Yuan pulled Xia Xiaorou to the table and pointed to the words he had just written for her. After turning two pages of paper, Song Yuan touched his head again in embarrassment, "Godmother, you don't know the words. I forgot. But it doesn't matter. I will teach you to recognize them."

Xia Xiaorou smiled, "Okay."

The mother and daughter were sitting at the table, one teaching seriously while the other pretending to learn seriously.

Yan Heng looked at them with gentle eyes, smiled faintly, walked to her desk, and went to deal with official documents.

When she finished flipping through a booklet that Song Yuan had copied, Zhu Yun came to the door of the study and said, "My dear, the guests are here."

Yan Heng stuffed the documents into the drawer, brushed off his sleeves and stood up, "Let's go and take a look."

He patted Song Yuan's little head and said, "You go too." He then took Xia Xiaorou's hand and walked out of the study.

Song Yuan ran after them happily, "Lord Yan, who are the guests?"

"You are all from the same village, and you will see each other often in the future." Yan Heng said, and turned to look at Xia Xiaorou.

Noticing her calm expression, he smiled.

When Xia Xiaorou followed Yan Heng to Ruyi Hall, the main house of the manor, everyone immediately stood up and bowed to greet them.

"Lord Yan."

Yan Heng raised his hand lightly, "You're welcome, please sit down." He took Xia Xiaorou's hand and walked to the top seat and sat down.

The guests were all local celebrities from several nearby towns and villages.

Whether they were big businessmen, old scholars, or patriarchs of large families with many capable people, everyone had heard that Yan Heng had proposed to a girl in the village not long ago and would be getting married soon.

Seeing Yan Heng coming with a young lady, everyone looked at Xia Xiaorou.

When they found out that she was a lady of stunning beauty, everyone secretly admired her and thought, how could there be such a beautiful woman in this area?

No wonder Yan Heng from the capital took a fancy to her.

Everyone envied Xia Xiaorou's good luck. A girl from the village was actually favored by a nobleman in the capital. Even if she became a concubine, she would still enjoy endless wealth and honor.

There was only one person who looked at Xia Xiaorou differently, first with contempt, then with horror.

She whispered to the people around her, "Awang's family, have you noticed that the woman next to King Yan looks very much like the same person?"

"Who does she look like?" Awang's family stared at Xia Xiaorou, looked at her, and shook his head in confusion, "I can't remember."

"Looks like the daughter of Duke Weiguo." Madam Luo narrowed her eyes.

Awang's eyes widened, "Madam Luo, now that you mention it, I remember that she really does look like the daughter of the Duke of Wei. But it's strange, isn't the woman standing next to the Prince of Yan the village woman who came to Luo's manor that day? How could she look like the daughter of the Duke of Wei? She was dressed so rustic that day that I didn't notice it at first. Today she changed her outfit, and now that you reminded me of it, the more I look at her, the more she looks like her."

"No wonder the King of Yan likes her. It turns out... there is another layer of relationship." Madam Luo narrowed her eyes and whispered, "We must write a letter to Miss Wen immediately to let her know about this."