It's good to exchange marriages. My sister eats coarse food while I wear gold and silver.

"Third Young Master, Third Young Master!"

The servant came in breathlessly, sweating profusely, and said, "I have already found out that the expedition will be held the day after tomorrow."

"what?"

Shangguan Que jumped up, a trace of anger in his eyes: "Meng Qiongyue, this liar, promised to spend the New Year with me."

"But Miss Qiongyue is the deputy general of Young Marquis Lu, and it has always been her dream to fight in the battlefield. Third Young Master, you shouldn't support..." Before the servant finished speaking, he saw a teacup flying in the air. He was so scared that he immediately squatted down with his head in his hands, "Third Young Master, I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong."

"Ouch."

Because the servant was squatting, the teacup flew directly over his head to the door, hitting Meng Qiongyue's forehead right as she entered the room.

"Qiong Yue?"

Shangguan Que saw Meng Qiongyue covering her head and immediately stepped forward: "How are you? I didn't mean it."

Meng Qiongyue loosened her hand and saw a little blood on her palm. Before she could say anything, she heard Shangguan Que screaming, "Why are you bleeding? Qiongyue, why are you still standing there? Why don't you go get a doctor?"

"I'll go right away." The servant was afraid that if he ran too slowly, he would lose his life.

"Qiong Yue, does it hurt? I'm sorry, I don't know, I..."

Meng Qiongyue saw Shangguan Que's face full of remorse and tears in his eyes. She sighed and gently held his hand: "It doesn't hurt. I'm sorry. I didn't know it would happen so suddenly, but I thought you would be worried and have wild thoughts, so I asked for two hours off to come and see you."

Shangguan Que's nervousness and anxiety disappeared instantly after hearing this. He hugged Meng Qiongyue and said, "I can't bear to see you go. If you leave, there will be no one to make me happy, and no one to take me out to play."

"That's perfect. When I'm not around, you can help my two sisters take care of the household affairs. Besides, the place the young marquis is taking us to this time is the docks of various places. You should be the most familiar with water transportation. I'm fighting on the front line, and you're helping me in the rear. We're a perfect match, one in front and one behind."

"I don't want to." Shangguan Que muttered, and the next second he tightened his arms, wishing he could rub Meng Qiongyue into his body, "Qiongyue, how long are you going to be gone?"

"I don't know. This is my first time there. But I asked Li Yan, and he said that the war lasted for one or two years if it was fast, and maybe three or four years if it was slow." Meng Qiongyue didn't understand why Shangguan Que was so normal when he was with her, but became very abnormal once she was not by his side.

Several times, she wanted to take him to see a doctor.

Later, she had the good fortune to meet Mrs. Lu's senior sister. From her, Meng Qiongyue learned that Shangguan Que's symptoms were called separation anxiety disorder, which meant that he cared too much about the other person. Once separated from the other person, he would be nervous, sad, and unable to sleep or eat well.

"Three or four years?" Shangguan Que shouted, "Why does it take so long?"

"Third Young Master, we are going to war, not playing house. Besides..." Meng Qiongyue looked up at Shangguan Que, "You have always wanted to prove that you are very powerful. Now is your chance. You won't let me down, right?"

Shangguan Que couldn't refuse this.

"But I have to be separated from you for three or four years..."

"This is just the longest estimate. Don't just look at three or four years. In fact, we are already very lucky. At least I can come and say goodbye to you, hug you, and kiss you." While speaking, Meng Qiongyue stood on tiptoe and kissed Shangguan Que, then continued, "But Madam Lu's whereabouts are unknown. The young marquis can't even wait for her to come back, and has to lead the troops to war. Moreover, I heard from Zhu Xin that Madam Lu is actually pregnant..."

"what?"

Shangguan Que was shocked: "Doesn't that mean Young Marquis Lu will have to endure two levels of torture?"

"Yeah? What if it was you?"

"I?"

Shangguan Que looked at Meng Qiongyue in his arms and imagined what it would be like if she led troops into battle while carrying his own flesh and blood in her belly.

"No, I can't think about it. The more I think about it, the more scared I get." Shangguan Que shook his head, but when he thought of Meng Qiongyue's dream, he bit his lower lip.

"Meng Qiongyue, you have to promise me one thing."

"You said."

"You must come back alive. If you die, I will... marry eighteen wives and bring them to your grave every day to show off, making you angry and jumping up and down in the underworld."

"Hahaha, Shangguan Que, why are you so naive? Go out and ask around, which family in the capital is brave enough to marry their daughter to you? Forget eighteen, if you find one, you win." Meng Qiongyue laughed unkindly.

"Tsk, that's because they all know that I have a majestic and good daughter-in-law like you."

Although the two have not yet reached the point of discussing marriage, Meng Qiongyue now goes in and out of Shangguan Mansion as if she were going back to her own home, and the servants in the mansion also like the future third wife very much.

"You are not bad either. You will definitely be the youngest and most outstanding head of the Shangguan family in the future."

Shangguan Que couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. What he liked most about Meng Qiongyue was that she would always give him the most direct and enthusiastic praise, without him having to say anything. "What you just said, when my two sisters come back, I will tell them that my family has a shipping route. If you want to go by water, we can provide you with help."

"Third Master, I'm telling you, I'm here for this reason too. Will you be angry?"

Shangguan Que was stunned for a moment, looking at the smiling Meng Qiongyue, and the next second he pinched her nose: "Meng Qiongyue, you said so much just now, just waiting for me to take the bait."

"Ouch, my nose." Meng Qiongyue snorted, "I just came in to discuss something with you, but who knew your teacup would fly over here first."

"Humph."

Shangguan Que glared at Meng Qiongyue, but seeing the bump on her head, he sighed, "I'll let you go for now. When you come back, I'll show you how I'll deal with you. So wait, I'll have the servants call the two sisters back, and we'll sit down and talk slowly."

"The Third Young Master is the best." Meng Qiongyue held Shangguan Que's face and kissed him hard on the cheek.

Shangguan Que was happy again and pouted: "I want this here too."

"Okay, here you go, here you go."

As soon as Meng Qiongyue kissed him, Shangguan Que took over the initiative and kissed her until her legs became weak before letting her go: "Qiongyue, you must protect yourself. Don't get hurt or sick. You must come back alive."

"hiss."

Shan family.

Yuan Buwei was sewing small close-fitting clothes for her unborn baby. She was not very good at needlework, so this was the fifth time she was pricked by a needle that day.

"Let me do it."

Meng Yingxue, who couldn't bear to watch it any longer, offered to help.