The besties traveled through the book together, and the prince and general became abandoned husbands

"Cough cough cough..."

Old Madam Huo was almost choked by Xu Junjun's words. After coming to her senses, she stared at Huo Qiming with an unfriendly look.

This brat actually dared to have private dealings with Chen Yue'er!

Her grandmother is not dead yet!

This can't shock him!

“Grandma thinks Junjun is right.

Although Junjun's gift is a bit strange, it is well-intentioned. Tomorrow, you must thank Junjun."

Glancing at Chen Yue'er in the crowd, Mrs. Huo spoke for Xu Junjun. At the end, she gave Huo Qiming a warning look, ordering him not to go too far.

Huo Qiming glared at Xu Junjun with a dark face, and was very dissatisfied with her for breaking the sachet.

But in front of Madam Huo, he didn't dare to throw the jade bottle back at Xu Junjun's face. He could only put the jade bottle in his arms with a sullen face and turned to look at Madam Huo.

"Grandma, it's getting late. I'm going to the military camp first."

Deliberately ignoring Xu Junjun, Huo Qiming turned his head to look at Chen Yue'er on the side of the crowd. After nodding to her, he jumped on his horse and disappeared into the night.

The cold wind was howling, and horse hooves splashed snow. A team of soldiers broke through the cold wind and followed Huo Qiming, leaving behind a series of messy footprints in the snow that extended into the wind and snow.

"You must come back safely."

Looking at Huo Qiming on horseback, Mrs. Huo sighed, patted Xu Junjun on the back of her hand, and comforted her:

"Don't worry, Junjun, with Grandma here, this kid won't dare to betray you.

When he returns victorious tomorrow, Grandmother will definitely make the decision and order him to consummate the marriage with you."

Everyone in the general's mansion knew that the young master and the young mistress had not consummated their marriage. The old lady spoke in front of everyone, obviously to support Xu Junjun.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Xu Junjun and Chen Yue'er, each with different expressions.

When she heard the word "marriage consummation", the fake smile on Xu Junjun's face almost shattered, while Chen Yue'er on the other side broke down, walked past everyone, and ran into the mansion crying.

Xu Junjun looked at her back, which looked like she was in mourning, and rolled her eyes.

What the hell is she crying for? She's acting like no one cares about him, Huo Qiming. He doesn't even want to give her anything!

"Grandma, I appreciate your kindness.

But forget about consummating the marriage. My granddaughter-in-law prefers mutual consent and doesn't want to force others."

Supporting Madam Huo as they slowly walked into the mansion, Xu Junjun spoke in a righteous manner.

Mrs. Huo was so moved that she clapped her hands and praised her:

"Good boy, really good boy.

It will be really hard for you to marry Ming'er.

Don't worry, grandma will never let him down no matter what he says.

Grandmother has already made plans. When her son returns home from the battle tomorrow, she will let him personally choose a young talent to marry Chen Yue'er off.

When she gets married, you and Ming'er will be able to live a good life together."

“Let’s talk about it then.

Grandma, today your granddaughter-in-law will accompany you to copy Buddhist scriptures..."

Xu Junjun obviously didn't take Mrs. Huo's words to heart and nodded casually to deal with it.

What kind of life could she and Huo Qiming have? After helping old Madam Huo survive this disaster, when the time comes, she will leave the capital with Niao Niao and live a carefree life.

Who still remembers who Huo Qiming is?

The other end.

Chen Yue'er ran back to the yard crying and threw herself on the bed.

The maid who served her saw this and hurried over to comfort her.

Before she could persuade Chen Yue'er, another personal maid of Chen Yue'er ran in from outside the yard, knelt down beside Chen Yue'er with a thud, her face full of anxiety and panic.

"Miss, it's not good!

Just now, I heard from the old lady that when the young master returns triumphantly, she will have him marry you off personally!"

"what!"

Chen Yue'er jumped up in shock, even forgetting to cry. She grabbed the maid's collar and asked harshly:

"Where did you hear that? Was there anyone else around when the old lady said that?"

"It was right at the gate of the mansion. Just now, after the young lady left, the young lady helped the old lady walk in. This servant followed behind them and listened carefully.

There were many servants behind the old lady at the time, and they all heard it."

"I heard it all. Doesn't that mean everyone in the General's Mansion knows how much the old lady hates me?"

Chen Yue'er loosened her grip, her eyes became empty, and after a moment, a vicious glint flashed in her eyes, and she screamed:

"This old witch always tries to stop me from being with Brother Ming!

Why doesn't she die?

How come she is still alive?!"

Chen Yue'er cursed hysterically like a ghost, not at all as weak and innocent as she appeared in front of Huo Qiming.

The two maids were frightened by her distorted face. One of them was smart enough to close the gate and ran back to Chen Yue'er, saying to her in a hurry:

"Miss, please don't worry. The young master just left. There is still room for improvement."

"What leeway is there? Haven't you seen how resolute the old lady is? With the old lady around, how can the young master marry the young lady?"

The maids who came to report were extremely anxious. They had been serving Chen Yue'er since she was a child, and the relationship between master and servant was extremely deep. Naturally, they put Chen Yue'er first in everything.

Seeing that their young lady's wish, which had been planned for many years, was about to be shattered, the two men were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

"Yes, Brother Ming is the most filial. With that old witch around, there's no way he'd marry me."

Chen Yue'er lowered her head, muttering to herself in despair. A strong sense of fear gripped her heart, making her mind confused and unable to think.

Did she really have to accept her fate, obey the old witch's arrangements, and marry one of those sixth-rank officials from a humble family in the capital?

No, she is not reconciled!

When she first arrived at the Huo Mansion, she took great pains to lure away the servants and tricked Huo Qiming into falling into the water. Only after she saved him with her own body did she gain Huo Qiming's protection.

After going through countless hardships along the way, Huo Qiming was finally willing to marry her.

Now, with just one step left to go, how could she be willing to let go!

No, no!

She couldn't let a few words from that old witch ruin her years of hard work.

She had to find a way.

However, the foundation of the Huo family is as lush as a forest and as solid as a rock. As an orphan girl, how can she compete with them? How can she change the mind of that old witch?

“Oh, if only the old lady could not move.

If she can't move or make a sound, she won't be able to stop the young master and the young lady from getting married."

Suddenly, the maid's unintentional words hit Chen Yue'er's forehead like a heavy hammer, shaking her whole body, and hope rekindled in her eyes.

“I can’t move…

Can't move! "

These four words grew wildly in Chen Yue'er's heart like spring weeds, until they buried all her conscience.

"Yes, as long as the old witch dies, no one will stop me from marrying Brother Ming!

As long as she dies, Brother Ming will be free!"

An astonishing light burst out in Chen Yue'er's eyes. In just a short moment, she experienced the most tragic ups and downs in her life, as if she had seen through the fog in an instant.

With a backbone, Chen Yue'er regained her usual quiet and gentle self. She wiped away her tears and looked at the two loyal maids.

"Xiao Cui, I need you to help me with something.

Apart from the two of you, no one else should know about this."

Chen Yue'er's voice became lower and lower. The two maids, Xiao Cui and Xiao Hong, went from shock to numbness, then to hesitation, and finally to the determination to face death.