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

Han Heming was stunned for a long time, as if he had been cast under a spell. He froze in place and it took him a while to come back to his senses from the extreme shock.

He hurriedly let go of Song Yanzhi's hand, as if the hand had suddenly become scorching hot, then stood up and paced back and forth anxiously in the room.

He looked panicked and conflicted, his brows were tightly furrowed, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he asked with a trembling voice.

"What brings up such an idea?"

There was a strong sense of astonishment and worry in those words, as if what Song Yanzhi was talking about was an insurmountable chasm and extremely dangerous.

Song Yanzhi looked at him in such a panic. Although she had expected it and knew that this idea was too shocking and it was normal for Han Heming to find it difficult to accept it for a while, she still couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

She took a deep breath, stood up and walked to Han Heming. Her expression became extremely serious. She looked directly into Han Heming's eyes firmly, her tone sincere and with unquestionable determination.

"My lord, the Red Moon Nation is now rotten and decaying, just like a dilapidated house with leaks everywhere. The people are suffering terribly in this chaotic world, as if they were in a purgatory of fire and water.

Although Liu Yuan was the new emperor, he had no one to rely on and was completely powerless to turn the tide. Wanyan Huanjun was even more evil and only cared about satisfying his own selfish desires, completely disregarding the lives of the people.

If you could take his place, with your ability and character, you would surely save the people from disaster and bring peace and prosperity to the world."

Her voice was not loud, but it was resounding. Every word she said was filled with sorrow for the current situation in the world and her earnest hope for changing the status quo.

Han Heming frowned, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly due to excessive force. He shook his head repeatedly, his eyes full of fear and rejection, and spoke anxiously.

"Yanzhi, how can the throne be changed so easily? That is a heinous crime of treason. Once discovered, the entire clan will be implicated. Our entire family, as well as those innocent relatives, will be in danger. This is absolutely not feasible. It is too dangerous."

As he spoke, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, and his nervousness was evident.

Song Yanzhi's eyes became more determined. She reached out and held Han Heming's arm tightly, trying to use her strength to give him some courage. Her voice was steady and powerful.

"My dear, I know this is a difficult undertaking, like climbing a steep cliff. A single mistake could result in your death. But think about it: if you succeed, it will be a monumental achievement, remembered by future generations. The people will be freed from their suffering and live a peaceful and happy life.

You possess talent, strategic plans, and a benevolent heart. Compared to Liu Yuan and Wanyan Huanjun, you are truly capable of shouldering the responsibilities of governing the country. You will surely become a wise ruler, respected by all the people."

There was a flame of hope burning in her eyes, as if she had already seen the beautiful scene of the future.

Han Heming remained silent, as if his soul had been taken away. He stood there blankly, his heart in a fierce struggle.

Various thoughts kept flashing through his mind. On one side was the terrible disaster of genocide, and on the other side was the righteousness and temptation of changing the world. The two ideas were like two ferocious beasts, biting and fighting each other in his heart.

After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth again, but this time, the questions he asked were beyond Song Yanzhi's expectations.

"Can you tell me who you are?"

Han Heming's voice was very soft, and his words were as light as dropping cold water into a boiling oil pan. Instantly, a "crackling" sound occurred, blasting the originally quiet morning.

He finally asked the question that had been hidden in his heart for many years, a question he had always wanted to ask but had not asked due to various concerns.

At this moment, there was a complex look in his eyes, including confusion, curiosity, and a hint of relief, as if once this question was asked, it would solve the mystery that had lingered in his mind for many years.

"When did you find out?"

Song Yanzhi's voice trembled a little. She was startled by Han Heming's sudden question, and a panic surged in her heart.

But soon, I felt relieved, as if a big rock that had been hanging in the air was finally falling to the ground.

Over the years, she has lived cautiously, trying her best to avoid contact with people her original self, Song Yanzhi, had come into contact with, for fear that one day others would discover that her personality had changed drastically and that she was completely different from before, and would burn her to death as if she were a monster.

She was on guard against everyone, walking on thin ice in this strange and dangerous world, but she was not on guard against Han Heming, because she knew that her personality was very different from her original self. Han Heming was her bedmate, and they were together day and night. She couldn't pretend to be Song Yanzhi all her life, so it was better for her to be herself from the beginning.

At the beginning, she was very cautious and did not dare to show anything special in front of Han Heming. She thought that Han Heming and Song Yanzhi were not familiar with each other and would not notice anything unusual. Later, as time went by, seeing that Han Heming never asked about her changes, she really thought that Han Heming knew nothing. However, she did not expect that he had actually discovered the clues a long time ago.

"I discovered it from the very beginning when I went to the Song family." Han Heming looked at Song Yanzhi's surprised expression and smiled knowingly. There was a hint of helplessness and some doting in that smile, as if to say, in fact, there are flaws everywhere.

"Where did I reveal my flaw?" Song Yanzhi widened her eyes, her face full of disbelief. She could never have imagined that she had revealed her flaws so early. She was full of curiosity and couldn't wait to know the reason.

"The Song Yanzhi I know is timid and cowardly. How could she say something that my parents didn't know?" Han Heming shook his head slightly. Recalling the scene at that time, he still found it incredible.

"Why not? She even committed suicide by hitting her head against the wall." Song Yanzhi retorted. She felt that this could not be considered a flaw. After all, the original body had done such an extreme thing.

"She can't make such delicious food. Not only her, but all the women in the Red Moon Country can't make it."

Han Heming smiled and said that Song Yanzhi's way of cooking, that unique cooking method, was not the method of this era at all, it was too different. From this point, he was sure that the Song Yanzhi in front of him was different from before.

"Okay." Song Yanzhi shrugged helplessly after hearing this, and sighed in her heart. She didn't expect that the cover-up she thought was perfect was so easily seen through by Han Heming.

"Can you tell me about your background?"

Han Heming looked at Song Yanzhi steadily. He wanted to know who she was, where she came from, and everything about her.

He loved her and he wanted her to share everything with him.