My elder sister stole my marriage? She regretted and cried after I married the general.

How could it be Zhao Qingyao?

Both Old Madam Shen and Shen Rong are not well.

Zhao Qingyao was originally the fiancée of the third prince Gao Yu, but she disappeared when something happened to the Zhao family.

In fact, the emperor pardoned Zhao Qingyao for Gao Yu's sake, but because she almost lost her innocence in the inn, she was completely abandoned by Gao Yu.

How could such a woman, who was neither innocent nor the descendant of a traitor, be worthy of Shen Rong?

"Where's Wan'er?" Shen Rong's eyes were filled with anger. "Why did you change her at the last minute?"

"Princess Jiahe is crazy and not worthy of you." Shen Lin had a blank expression.

Shen Rong could no longer control himself, and flew over to grab Shen Lin's collar: "Are you the one who is interfering?"

His two disabled legs were drooping, but it did not affect his ability to use force.

Old Madam Shen looked at this scene in shock and suddenly felt horrible!

"Rong'er, you..."

"boom!"

Shen Rong's hands loosened, and his legs, which were no longer able to support him, went limp and he fell to the ground.

"Third Young Master!" Bai Zhi hurried over to support him.

But she didn't have much strength, and she couldn't pick up Shen Rong after trying several times.

Old Madam Shen knew that her son was very proud and didn't want more people to see his embarrassment at the moment. But she couldn't hold him either.

So, he yelled at Shen Lin: "Why don't you pick up your brother?"

Shen Lin took a deep breath, stepped forward patiently and carried Shen Rong back to the wheelchair.

Shen Rong, who was as ferocious as a devil just now, had lost all his aura and sat dejectedly in a wheelchair, silent and hopeless.

Old Madam Shen was so distressed that she held his hand and comforted him, "Rong'er, don't be like this. If you really don't want to, I'll go to the palace and tell you. Even if I have to disobey your order, it's as you wish."

"I have tried my best to request the emperor to grant the marriage today. If brother Rong is unwilling, I will go to the palace immediately to ask the emperor to revoke the order!" Shen Lin said.

"Mother, that's not necessary." Shen Rong said listlessly, "It doesn't matter who it is."

As long as you are a *** person, it's fine!

"In that case, let's prepare the betrothal gifts and propose marriage!" Shen Lin turned and left, no longer paying attention to them.

Madam Shen consoled him for a while and picked up the betrothal gift list again: "Rong'er, do you still want to follow this?"

Except for Qinghe Manor which was given to Shen Yun, the others are still there.

Shen Rong said: "Let Second Brother choose again, I don't mind."

"What is he picking on? Ye Qinghuan said she would not fight, and she has so much dowry." Old Madam Shen snorted coldly and immediately handed the gift list to the butler to prepare.

Shen Rong raised her hand to signal, and Bai Zhi understood immediately: "Madam, the Third Young Master is tired, I will send him back to rest."

"Go ahead and take good care of it!"

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At Jinfeng Courtyard, Ye Qinghuan heard that the imperial edict had been issued and that there was a commotion at Fushou Courtyard, so he was waiting anxiously.

Please don’t let it be Princess Jiahe, please don’t let anything happen to Shen Lin…

Finally seeing Shen Lin's figure, she trotted over: "General..."

"Princess Jiahe has been secured, and the one getting married is Zhao Qingyao." Shen Lin knew her worries and smiled slowly.

The haze that had gathered in my heart slowly dissipated when I saw her.

"Zhao Qingyao?"

Ye Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, and finally understood the purpose of the aunt's adoption of a daughter - to prepare a backup plan.

"She now has a new name: Qin Ling'er."

"Uh! Why is his last name Qin?"

"***The husband's surname is Qin, so the adopted daughter can't have the surname Gao, right?" Shen Lin snorted coldly, stretched out his long arms and pulled Ye Qinghuan into his cloak.

His warm breath enveloped her.

Ye Qinghuan cooperated and leaned beside him, asking as they walked: "Is Third Brother willing too?"

"Of course. It never matters who he marries, as long as she's a good person." A cold light flashed in Shen Lin's eyes.

Ye Qinghuan was very convinced: "He is very flexible."

"It's even more terrifying to give up one's integrity for the sake of profit." Shen Lin held Ye Qinghuan's hand and added some strength.

Back in the house, Ye Qinghuan personally helped Shen Lin take off his cloak, as naturally as if he had been doing this all the time.

Shen Lin was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and felt warm in his heart.

With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?

"General, I went to the *** Mansion today, and Princess Jiahe gave me something." Ye Qinghuan took out the handkerchief soaked in medicine.

The words "military power" written on it made Shen Lin laugh.

"Jiahe is not that stupid."

Ye Qinghuan frowned: "She is just too naive and doesn't know the dangers of the world."

"But this method of self-rescue is useless. Thanks to Qin Baochen today, otherwise she would have no chance of survival." Shen Lin said.

"I heard that you were injured. Is it serious?" Ye Qinghuan stared at Shen Lin's chest with a tense look.

Shen Lin pulled open her clothes to show her: "It's blue."

There was indeed a blue slap mark on the wheat-colored skin.

Ye Qinghuan exclaimed: "Is it so serious? Sir Qin is too tactless..."

"Since it's acting, we have to act it sincerely." Shen Lin closed his clothes carelessly, "It's just a superficial wound, it will heal in a few days."

Ye Qinghuan's beautiful eyebrows were knitted together, and she couldn't control her heartache at all!

In order to save Jiahe, he suffered such a serious injury.

Isn't there a better way?

"Qin Baochen has put in a lot of effort this time, and I have to cooperate. The emperor gave me good medicine, and it doesn't hurt anymore." Shen Lin patted Ye Qinghuan's face, "It's okay, don't worry."

Only then did Ye Qinghuan realize how worried he was about him!

How did that happen?

She hasn't worried about anyone too much in a long time...

"I heard that eldest brother split up the family and moved away today?" Shen Lin asked.

"Well, I helped them. But I told my mother that we would have our own house in the future and I would not want anything."

"Sure. Anyway, I have private property and can afford to support you."

"General, don't forget that I am very rich myself. I will have a share of the food that the Shen family army will eat this winter."

Shen Lin laughed: "Yes, yes, yes! My wife is not only beautiful and kind, but also very wealthy!"

Ye Qinghuan also laughed.

"Can I drink the pear tea made by Madam?" Shen Lin curled up on the couch, looking lazy.

Ye Qinghuan nodded and asked someone to bring in a stove so that he could make tea himself.

Shen Lin looked at her.

The heat enshrouded her face, making it look even gentler.

Her movements were graceful, and her slender fingers beautified the movements of making tea as if she were playing the piano.

"Madam, do you know the six arts?" Shen Lin asked.

"I can play the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and I am better at riding and shooting." Ye Qinghuan asked without raising his head.

Shen Lin changed his posture and held his chin with one hand: "I have seen Madam's archery skills, but I have never heard Madam play the piano."

Ye Qinghuan finally understood his purpose, looked up and rolled his eyes at him, then ordered someone to bring the zither.

The daylight gradually fades and dusk gradually approaches.

Passionate and pleasant piano music floated out from Jinfeng Courtyard. Shen Lin had already sat up straight, looking at Ye Qinghuan who was concentrating on playing the piano, and was extremely shocked.

He had guessed that she played the piano well.

After all, although she grew up in Zhuangzi, she is extraordinary in every way.

But he was really surprised that she played the piano as a war song.

"Madam's piano is as good as a war drum!" Shen Lin clapped his hands in amazement.

Ye Qinghuan smiled slightly.

What's the point of playing music? If she were to go to the battlefield, she would beat the war drum herself!

"General, is it time for us to go to Bai Chong to get the antidote?"