[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

The frequent changes of monarchs in the Red Moon Kingdom were like storms that swept across the land mercilessly, causing this already shaky and precarious country to fall into the abyss of endless war.

The former prosperity disappeared like a dream, and was replaced by devastation and misery.

When the edict of the new emperor's accession to the throne was announced to the world, the various forces that were already ready to make moves instantly found an opportunity to take advantage of.

The Turks, Khitans, and Northern Di, like hungry wolves smelling blood, once again launched a ferocious attack on the Central Plains. Their cavalry rushed forward like a surging tide, leaving a scorched earth wherever they went.

During this chaotic period, the King of Mobei and the Prince of Huainan, one in the south and one in the north, formed a pincer attack from both sides. They were like two sharp blades, fiercely piercing into the heart of the Red Moon Kingdom, causing large tracts of land to fall. The people struggled painfully in the war, and their wails rose and fell, resounding through the sky.

"Grandfather, please help me." Liu Yuan was the new emperor in name only. He had no soldiers at his disposal, and the treasury was empty. He was like an empty shell with only a facade.

At this moment, he could only place all his hopes on Shen Huanjun, oh no, now it should be Wanyan Huanjun. He knew that only Wanyan Huanjun, with his years of accumulation and power, could help him turn around this desperate situation.

Wanyan Huanjun looked at the young but helpless new emperor in front of him and sighed helplessly.

It's not that he is unwilling to help the emperor. In fact, he has already sent a lot of troops in previous plans and struggles, and now he is stretched to the limit. He really has no ability to send more troops to Liu Yuan.

Although he felt unwilling and worried, he was powerless and could only watch the situation deteriorate.

Liu Yuan had no soldiers available. In this cruel war, he was like a lamb to be slaughtered, unable to fight back.

However, in just a few months, the vast 24 cities that the Red Moon Kingdom originally owned fell one after another like a dam eroded by a flood, and now only eight cities close to the capital remain.

The once glorious city has now been devastated by war, with ruins everywhere. The people are displaced and fleeing everywhere, and the entire country has fallen into darkness and despair.

In the pine forest, Song Yanzhi and her family lived peacefully, as if they were in a paradise away from this chaotic world.

Every day, Song Yanzhi would listen to the news brought back by spies from various places and keep a close eye on the development of the situation.

When Song Yanzhi found out that the two children she raised had stabbed Han Heming cruelly, she felt as if her heart had been hit hard by a punch, with pain and disappointment intertwined.

She had no choice but to take action against the two children she had raised. The emotional entanglements in her heart were like a tangled mess, forcing her to choose to turn a blind eye.

She could force herself to ignore the children she had raised, but the people of this world were suffering so much, and the miserable scene was like a sharp blade, deeply hurting her heart.

She is a modern person. She once lived in an era full of peace, prosperity and beauty. It was a world completely different from the feudal chaos in front of her.

This huge contrast made it impossible for her to sit idly by and watch the suffering of the people outside. At this moment, a strong urge surged in her heart. She wanted to overthrow this decadent and dark feudal dynasty, become the master of this world, use her own power to change everything, and let the people live a happy and healthy life.

After thinking clearly about her goal, she took a deep breath, as if she had made some kind of decision, and then walked into her and Han Heming's room.

Han Heming has been recuperating at home these days. Since he was brought to this place by You, he has never asked Song Yanzhi why she found this place and why the people in this place are so respectful to her and call her master.

He just accepted it all silently, rested and recuperated, waiting for his injuries to heal.

At this moment, he was half leaning on the bed, holding a book in his hand, reading intently.

Seeing Song Yanzhi walking in from outside, he was slightly stunned, then put down the book, his eyes instantly became tender, and his gaze followed Song Yanzhi's figure closely, watching her walk slowly to his side step by step.

"Are you up? Are you feeling better today? Are you still in pain?" Song Yanzhi, dressed in a light pink silk dress, sat gracefully beside Han Heming's bed, asking softly. Her gentle eyes were filled with concern.

In the past few days, Han Heming was injured and had difficulty moving. The two were afraid that accidentally touching the wound would worsen his condition, so they temporarily slept in separate rooms.

Song Yanzhi moved to the next room, but even so, she was always worried about Han Heming's injury.

Every morning, just as the sky was getting light, she couldn't wait to get up, wash up, and then hurried to Han Heming's room to visit.

At this moment, Han Heming smiled and stretched out a hand, gently holding Song Yanzhi's soft and boneless little hand, and comforted her.

"The doctor from the Liu Mansion came just now. He examined me carefully and changed my medicine. He said that my injuries have healed very well and there are no major problems. I only need to recuperate for a few more days and I will be fully recovered!"

After he finished speaking, a relieved smile spread across his face, as if all the pain had disappeared at that moment.

"That's good. I have something to discuss with you. I hope you won't be too surprised."

Song Yanzhi lowered her head slightly, frowned slightly, hesitated for a while, and was very conflicted. Finally, she decided to tell Han Heming what she was thinking.

She knew very well that once she expressed this idea, it would cause an uproar, but at this moment, for their future and for the people of the world, she had to tell him the truth.

"We have been married for many years and have a deep affection for each other. Is there anything you cannot say to your husband?"

Seeing her serious expression, Han Heming felt a little doubtful, but he still gently pulled Song Yanzhi's delicate hand and held it lightly in his own.

Song Yanzhi's hands were soft, smooth, and had an excellent touch. Holding them in his palms felt like holding a piece of rare jade. No, in Han Heming's heart, they were far more precious than jade. He gazed at Song Yanzhi affectionately, his eyes filled with trust and love, as if telling her that she could talk to him about anything.

"Have you ever thought about becoming an emperor?" Song Yanzhi uttered this sentence slowly. Her voice was not loud, but it was like a thunderclap exploding in the silent room.

Han Heming's eyes suddenly widened, his face full of shock and astonishment. He never expected that Song Yanzhi would suddenly say such a thing.