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

Song Yanzhi was extremely anxious. As soon as she got off the carriage, her skirt was blown by the wind due to her haste. She took a few steps to Cui Jingshu and firmly supported the shaky Cui Jingshu. She held her arms with both hands, her eyes full of heartache and anxiety.

"Sister, I'm so worried! As soon as I heard that cry, my heart was instantly in my throat. Tell me quickly, what happened?"

Cui Jingshu was breathing heavily, his hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his face in a mess, his eyes were red with tears welling up in them, his voice was trembling, and there was a hint of panic in it.

"Sister Yanzhi, we were on our way to visit relatives, and it was all my fault for being careless. On the way, a little maid didn't hold the box securely, and with a clang, several precious jewels inside were revealed. The eyes of those rioters were like hawks, they immediately fixed on us and surrounded us in the blink of an eye."

Song Yanzhi freed one hand and gently smoothed the hair stuck to her cheek, while comforting her gently: "Sister, this is not your fault. The world is as chaotic as a pot of porridge nowadays. Accidents can happen anytime and anywhere. Did you get hurt?" As she spoke, she carefully checked Cui Jingshu up and down, her eyes full of concern.

Cui Jingshu first shook her head, then nodded quickly, tears welling up in her eyes. "I didn't suffer any physical injuries, but I'm still terrified. Just now, that group of people attacked us like hungry wolves, scattering our guards in an instant. My mind went blank. If you hadn't showed up in time, I don't know what would have happened next."

Song Yanzhi held her hand tighter, as if to transfer her strength, and said in a firm and steady tone, "Sister, don't be afraid. I'm here. I'll take care of everything. Let's get in the car first. It's too dangerous here. You can't be sure if those rioters will rush over again."

After getting on the carriage, Cui Jingshu straightened her clothes and was about to bow when Song Yanzhi hurriedly stopped her, pretending to be angry and saying, "Sister, what are you doing? Don't bother me. We are sisters, there is no need to be so formal. Sit down quickly."

As he spoke, he pulled Cui Jingshu to sit on the soft cushion, then picked up the steaming teacup from the small table beside him and handed it to her. "Sister, please drink some hot tea first to moisten your throat, calm your mind, and calm your mood. Then you can talk to me slowly."

Cui Jingshu took the teacup, her hands still trembling slightly. She took a sip, and as the warm tea entered her throat, she let out a long sigh. Then she spoke slowly, with a lingering fear in her eyes: "Sister, you didn't see it. When those rioters rushed up like a swarm of bees, I really felt like the sky was falling.

It was thanks to the maids around me who risked their lives to protect me that Fuling and I were able to escape. Please help me rescue my people, sister."

"Of course," Song Yanzhi said crisply, her eyes revealing undeniable confidence. Just now, she and Han Heming had indeed considered staying out of this matter. These days, less is more; rashly getting involved in a dispute could lead to any kind of trouble. But now, with Cui Jingshu as the target, there was no room for hesitation.

Song Yanzhi glanced at Han Heming, who understood her intent and immediately summoned Lan Shan. His tone was cold and urgent: "Lan Shan, take some capable men and rescue Madam Cui's maids and servants immediately. If anything goes wrong, they will be subject to military court!" Lan Shan saluted with a fist, replied "Yes", turned around, and called up a team of elite soldiers, charging out like a tiger descending from the mountains. With a force of more than 2,000 people facing a mob of a few hundred, the disparity in strength was too great to be defeated.

The refugees, who had been robbing with brute force to begin with, were so frightened by the sight of the Han family's display that they instantly fled in panic. Unfortunately, the guards were still a step too late. By the time they arrived, the maids and guards beside Madam Chang were already dead, lying in a heap on the side of the road. Blood gushed out, staining the surrounding ground a dark red. The scene was horrifying.

Madam Xiao Chang and Fuling were heartbroken upon witnessing this scene. Madam Xiao Chang cried out, tears and snot streaming down her face. Her body swayed a few times. If Fuling hadn't supported her, she would have nearly collapsed to the ground: "My good sisters, and these loyal guards, how could this happen..."

Song Yanzhi hurried forward, held her hand, and comforted her softly, "Sister Cui, please accept my condolences. The deceased is gone, and we must remain calm for now."

Madam Xiao Chang raised her head, sobbing, and wiped her face with a handkerchief, still unable to stop the grief: "I know, but they all died for me. My heart feels like it's being stabbed by a knife. I really can't get over it. I can't help but feel sad."

As she spoke, she looked at Song Yanzhi again, her tearful eyes filled with pleading, "Sister, please find some people to help me bury the maids and guards around me here, okay? Just let them rest in peace, and I can feel a little relieved."

"Of course." Song Yanzhi turned and shouted to Lanshan without hesitation, "Lanshan, take some nimble guards with you and find a suitable place to bury these loyal servants. Move quickly."

Lan Shan took the order and quickly got to work. Soon, two large pits were dug. Everyone placed the bodies of the maids and guards into the pits, buried them properly, and piled up small mounds of earth.

Only then did Song Yanzhi help the weak Madam Chang into the carriage.

Song Yanzhi accompanied Madam Xiao Chang into the carriage. Han Heming consciously stepped out. He winked at Song Yanzhi, meaning that they should have a good chat, and then he got into another carriage.

The carriage slowly set off. Song Yanzhi took Madam Xiao Chang's hand and asked softly, "Sister Cui, are you going to see General Xiao Chang?"

Mrs. Xiao Chang nodded woodenly, her expression sad. "Yes, I was planning to go."

Song Yanzhi frowned, full of confusion: "The world is so chaotic, why are you going to see General Xiao Chang at this time? And you only brought a few dozen people out of the capital.

Although Jingyue is in turmoil right now, the new emperor has ascended the throne. You are the wife of the state, and your brother-in-law commands a large army, firmly guarding the border. At this critical juncture, no one should be able to touch you. Why are you still taking the risk of traveling?"

Madam Xiao Chang sighed deeply, her eyes reddened again, and she was helpless: "Sister Yanzhi, you only know one side of the story. Things here are very complicated. I..." She hesitated to speak, and the fatigue and bitterness on her face became more and more intense.

Song Yanzhi patted her hands and soothed her, "Sister Cui, if you feel depressed, you might as well pour out your troubles to me. Maybe it will make you feel better."