When my vicious stepmother mistakenly married me to the Immortal Lord

I slept for a very long time and when I woke up again, it was already the next morning.

In early spring, tender green peeks out, and peach blossoms smile in the sun.

In the small courtyard, the sound of birds singing one after another brings vitality to the new day.

Jiang Song opened his eyes and found himself still lying next to Xie Changyan, who was looking at him quietly with tenderness in his eyes.

"You're awake." He said softly, with a hint of joy in his voice.

Jiang Song nodded slightly, "Yeah, I slept very soundly."

"You're just too tired." Xie Changyan reached out and gently stroked Jiang Song's hair. "I've asked Ruyi to get you some clothes to change into. You should get up, wash up, and have some breakfast."

Jiang Song felt warm at heart when she heard this. She gently held Xie Changyan's hand and asked, "How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"

"Much better. It's nothing serious. It just takes time to recuperate."

As the two were talking, Xie Ruyi's voice came from outside the door, "Madam, the clothes and hot water are ready. Is it convenient for you now?"

"Come in." Jiang Song responded.

Xie Ruyi pushed the door open and walked in, holding a neatly folded dress in her hands. Two little maids followed behind her, holding a copper basin and toiletries respectively.

"Master, Madam, breakfast is ready. Do you want to have it in the room or in the hall?" Xie Ruyi put the clothes on the bedside and turned around to ask.

Xie Changyan glanced at Jiang Song and said, "Song'er, what do you think?"

"The weather is nice today, let's go to the flower hall and bask in the sun."

"Okay." Xie Changyan nodded in agreement. "As you wish, let's go to the flower hall and set up the meal."

"Yes." Xie Ruyi responded, leaving two maids to continue serving the master, and turned around to arrange breakfast.

Jiang Song got up from the bed and began to wash and change his clothes.

She changed into an elegant dress, tied her hair into a simple bun, and inserted a jade hairpin, and she suddenly looked fresh and refined.

Xie Changyan also stood up to change his clothes. He changed into a moon-white brocade robe and tied a jade belt of the same color around his waist, which concealed his sickly look a little and added a bit of elegance.

The two of them walked hand in hand into the flower hall, only to see the table already filled with a sumptuous breakfast.

The wide variety of exquisite dim sum, porridge and dishes will whet your appetite.

Jiang Song and Xie Changyan sat opposite each other.

"Husband, try this bird's nest porridge. I heard it's very helpful for nourishing the lungs."

Jiang Song scooped up a spoonful of warm bird's nest porridge, blew it gently to cool it down, and then handed it to Xie Changyan's lips.

Xie Changyan took it with a smile and tasted it. "It is indeed delicious. Song'er, don't just focus on me, eat more yourself."

Seeing that Xie Changyan seemed to be fine, Jiang Song went to Yongshou Hall as usual after breakfast.

Mother-in-law Chu Jinghong sat upright in the main seat, gently stroking a round fan embroidered with peonies in her hand, her face gentle and majestic.

"Song'er, did the Jiang family member call you to the Marquis of Anding's Mansion yesterday?"

Jiang Song bowed slightly, "Yes, mother. Yesterday, my elder sister invited me to have lunch with her, and we chatted about some family matters."

"Have you been given any trouble?"

"No."

"That's good." Chu Jinghong's eyes flickered slightly. "I know that the Jiang family treated you harshly in the past, but you are now a wife of the Xie family, not a daughter of the Jiang family. Liang and the others won't dare to act rashly."

"But you still need to be cautious in order to make a living. If you have any grievances, you must tell me. The Xie family will support you. Remember, the entire Xie family is behind you."

"When dealing with the Jiang family, you only need to maintain proper demeanor and courtesy. There's no need to be overly accommodating, and there's no need to be so tolerant as to put yourself in a difficult position."

Jiang Song stared at Chu Jinghong in a daze, a warm feeling surged in his heart, and his eyes couldn't help but turn slightly red.

Although her mother-in-law was strict with her, she was actually a kind person with a sharp tongue and was truly thinking about her.

"Mother, Song'er understands. I will keep your teachings in mind, maintaining the integrity of the Xie family while also protecting myself."

"Good boy, I'm glad you understand. Although our Xie family is not extremely prominent, we have a good family tradition and a united people. We will not allow others to bully us at will."

"Now that you have entered the Xie family, you are a member of the Xie family. We will definitely protect you."

"If others continue to bully and humiliate you without reason, it would be a slap in the face of our Xie family. I, Chu Jinghong, would be the first one to disapprove!"

Jiang Song was deeply moved. She knelt gently in front of Chu Jinghong, folded her hands, and bowed solemnly, "Thank you, mother, for your kindness. It is truly a great honor for Song'er to be able to marry into the Xie family in this life."

Chu Jinghong helped her up from the ground, his eyes full of love, "Silly child, get up quickly. We are a family, so let's not talk about two sides. Since you've married Yan'er, you're my daughter, so naturally I have to love you."

"Yes, mother." Jiang Song stood up, and the tears in his eyes finally couldn't help but fall.

Afterwards, Chu Jinghong asked her some questions about Mr. Qingyun's teaching and her recent progress in martial arts training, showing his deep concern for her, no matter how big or small the matter was.

"Mr. Qingyun is very knowledgeable and his lectures are easy to understand. Song'er feels that time flies by every day and he can't wait to learn more."

"Well, Mr. Qingyun is a great scholar of our time. It is your blessing to receive his guidance. You must be humble and learn, and don't slack off."

After coming out of Yongshou Hall, Jiang Song went to the study and listened to Mr. Qingyun teaching her martial arts strategies.

When I went there, Mr. Qingyun was already sitting at his desk, holding an ancient book in his hand.

"Young Madam, you're here." Mr. Qingyun put down the ancient book and looked at Jiang Song with a smile. "Have you made any progress on the policy paper I left you yesterday?"

Jiang Song took a few steps forward and bowed respectfully. "Sir, I have gained some understanding, but there are still many things I don't understand. I hope you will enlighten me."

Mr. Qingyun nodded, motioned Jiang Song to sit down, then slowly unfolded a piece of rice paper, picked up the pen and started sketching on the paper, explaining as he drew.

"This martial arts strategy requires not only proficiency in martial arts, but also a deep understanding of military tactics and strategies. For example, the 'Besiege Wei to Save Zhao' strategy may seem simple, but it actually contains profound strategic thinking..."

As Mr. Qingyun explained, Jiang Song's eyes gradually sparkled. She seemed to see the wise and brave generals on the battlefield planning their strategies and winning battles thousands of miles away.

She listened carefully, nodded from time to time, and occasionally put forward her own views and discussed them with Mr. Qingyun.

"Sir, regarding the 'Besiege Wei to Save Zhao' strategy, I believe its essence lies in avoiding the strong and attacking the weak, winning by cunning. But if the enemy has anticipated our intentions and deployed heavy troops, how should we respond?"

"That's a good question. The Art of War says, 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger.' If the enemy is already prepared, we must adapt flexibly. Perhaps we can employ the tactic of 'making a feint to the east and attacking in the west,' feinting an attack elsewhere to draw the enemy's attention, then waiting for an opportunity to strike at their vital points."

"Even worse, we could combine it with the 'secret attack on Chencang' method, pretending to retreat on the surface, but secretly mobilizing troops and launching a surprise attack..."

As he spoke, Mr. Qingyun added a few strokes to the rice paper, outlining a more complex tactical diagram, and patiently explained the secrets to Jiang Song.

"On the battlefield, the situation changes rapidly, and there is no fixed method of fighting. The key is to make decisions on the spot and flexibly apply the military tactics and strategies you have learned to remain invincible."

In the blink of an eye, it was noon and Jiang Song finished his day's lectures.

She was thinking about the Yunmiao Immortal Palace, and she didn't know if she could successfully enter it using that mantra.