After rebirth, the wife of the Houfu shark went crazy

The spring chill is coming, and the drizzle is gradually sparse. The willow trees are full of tender buds, swaying in the wind.

On the beauty couch by the window, Jiang Xiyu leaned palely on the couch, staring blankly at the vibrant willow trees outside through the window.

"Miss, it's still raining outside. Let's go back to the room. You are weak and can't stand the cold wind." The maid Qing'er came in with a bowl of medicine. A gust of slightly cold wind blew by. She put the porcelain bowl on the table and hurriedly took a white cloak and put it on her.

Jiang Xiyu raised her thin, veined hand to tighten the purple straps of her cloak. She coughed weakly a few times, and when she felt a little better, she said in a hoarse voice, "I don't know how long I can enjoy this cold wind."

Qing'er's heart suddenly tightened and her eyes turned red.

"Miss, please stop imagining things. You will definitely live a long life."

Qing'er wiped the tears from her eyes and picked up the medicine bowl to feed Jiang Xiyu.

After Jiang Xiyu took a sip with difficulty, she vomited it out before the medicine even entered her stomach.

"Miss." Qing'er was shocked and quickly put down the bowl of medicine in her hand, squatted down and placed the spittoon in front of her.

Jiang Xiyu's stomach burned from vomiting. The unpleasant smell of the medicine made her wave her hand, asking Qing'er to take the medicine away. She said hoarsely, "Qing'er, I'm afraid I don't have much time left."

"Miss..." Qing'er, who had been holding back her tears, now had tears streaming down her cheeks.

She tried hard to control it, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't.

Just as Jiang Xiyu was about to comfort her, she saw Xu Rui walking towards them with an umbrella out of the corner of her eye.

Jiang Xiyu vaguely recalled the handsome young man whom she admired in her youth. It seemed that he had not changed much over the years.

"My Lord." Seeing Xu Rui coming in, Qing'er quickly raised her hand to wipe away her tears, lowered her head and slightly bent her legs.

Xu Rui saw the untouched medicine in Qing'er's hand, and took the medicine with a frown.

Seeing this, Qing'er stepped forward and said nervously, "My Lord, let me do it."

Qing'er wanted to take the medicine bowl, but Xu Rui turned a deaf ear and scooped up a spoonful and fed it directly to Jiang Xiyu's lips.

Jiang Xiyu turned her face slightly away and sneered, "There are no outsiders here, so why are you pretending to be so hypocritical? Just take what you want."

Xu Rui's face immediately turned cold. After staring at her for a few seconds, he put the medicine bowl on the table beside him, then took out a dagger and grabbed her wrist.

It was covered with scars of varying sizes, both old and new. Xu Rui seemed to have not seen half of it and directly cut another wound with the sharp dagger. Blood flowed out onto the green porcelain bottle that had been prepared on the side.

"My Lord, my Lady is almost dying. She has devoted herself to the Marquisate for so many years. Even if she has no merit, she has worked hard. Please don't hurt her anymore. You can take as much blood as you want. Please spare my Lady's life. I beg you."

Xu Rui collected the blood in a bottle with an expressionless face. He didn't take Qing'er's words to heart, nor did he look up at Jiang Xiyu. He just said coldly, "She won't die."

After collecting a bottle of blood, Xu Rui carefully cleaned Jiang Xiyu's wound as usual and applied the best ointment on her.

His serious yet gentle expression gave Jiang Xiyu an illusion.

I am the one he loves the most!

But after giving all her love and affection, and being covered in blood, she finally woke up.

She was wrong, so wrong!

He didn't treat her as his lover at all, he treated her as Lin Rouyu's blood bank.

After Xu Rui treated Jiang Xiyu's wound, he finally looked up at Jiang Xiyu, "Rou'er's illness is almost healed. She will be fully recovered in a few more times, so you won't die."

Xu Rui looked at Jiang Xiyu deeply, then turned around and left.

Jiang Xiyu looked at Xu Rui's cold back and shouted hoarsely, "Xu Rui, please give me a letter of divorce."

Xu Rui paused, thinking she was being petty with him again. Without even turning his head, he said impatiently, "Rou'er won't affect your status. I said as long as you cure Rou'er's illness, you will always be the wife of the Yonglin Marquis."

After saying this, Xu Rui strode out of the room.

Jiang Xiyu looked through the window at Xu Rui disappearing at the gate of the courtyard, without any ripple in her heart.

At this moment, he was not as important in her heart as the gently swaying willow branches, which could cause ripples in her heart.

Jiang Xiyu retracted her gaze and looked at Qing'er who was still bandaging her wound. "Don't be busy. Go get me some paper, ink, brush, and inkstone."

Qing'er looked at the white bandage, which was still oozing with blood, and frowned distressedly, "But your wound hasn't been bandaged yet."

The medicine Xu Rui applied to Jiang Xiyu was of little use at all.

Xu Rui came to draw Jiang Xiyu's blood every three days. New wounds appeared before the old ones healed. There were so many wounds on Jiang Xiyu's wrists that she couldn't count them all. No ointment could heal these old and new wounds.

"None of this matters anymore." Jiang Xiyu was already barely breathing.

Qing'er's eyes turned red again, and she quickly got up to get paper and pen.

"Miss." Qing'er half-helped Jiang Xiyu up and let her lean on the pillow.

Jiang Xiyu picked up the brush, but instead of using ink, he dipped it in his own blood and wrote a letter of divorce with trembling hands.

Xu Ruijin wrote a letter of divorce to his wife.

It is said that the bond between husband and wife is one of deep love and heavy loyalty, and the reasons for their shared existence are profound and far-reaching.

The reason for a couple to be together is that they have formed a bond in three previous lives, and then they become husband and wife in this life. If the bond is not compatible, they are like enemies, and therefore come to face each other.

The wife would criticize the husband for what he said, and the husband would turn against him and become resentful of him, like rice mice hating each other, or like wolves and sheep living together.

Since our hearts are different, it is difficult to reach unity. Let’s quickly gather together with our relatives and return to our original path.

I hope that after we part, my wife will comb her hair again, wear beautiful skirts and eyebrows, show off her graceful figure, and choose a high-ranking official as her husband.

Resolve grievances and knots, let alone hate each other. One is different and the other is wide, each is happy.

After writing the letter of divorce, Jiang Xiyu looked out the window again. The willow branches swaying in the breeze made her envious.

He finally used her life to exchange for Lin Rouyu's life.

It also finally completely wiped out all her feelings for him.

Both she and he were free.

"Qing'er, take me back to the general's mansion."

"Miss..." Qing'er immediately threw herself on Jiang Xiyu and cried bitterly.

The sweet-scented osmanthus petals slipped from her palm, staining the blood from her wrist. The pure white petals were dyed red by the blood, creating another kind of exquisite beauty...

The moment she closed her eyes, she thought to herself that if there was an afterlife, she, Jiang Xiyu, would never be a wife of the Xu family again.