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

After recovering Qinghe County, Han Heming was instantly overwhelmed by various matters and was busy every day.

As soon as it was dawn, he left the county government office and went straight to the military camp.

When they arrived at the tent, several generals had been waiting for a long time. They gathered around a huge city defense map with solemn expressions.

Han Heming was completely absorbed, his gaze fixed on the map like a hawk. His slender fingers kept pointing at it from time to time, and he kept reciting the key details of the city defense deployment: "This city gate is the most critical. We need to send more people to patrol it. And we need to add secret sentries around the moat..."

Outside, soldiers were training enthusiastically on the parade grounds, their passionate slogans echoing throughout the barracks. Qinghe County, like a precision-operated machine, was immersed in an atmosphere of intense yet orderly progress, each one working with all their might to safeguard the hard-earned fruits of victory.

Han Heming had just finished his discussion with the generals, and before he had time to moisten his dry throat and drink a sip of water, another soldier hurried into the tent to report the new situation.

There was a small problem with the transportation of food and fodder, or a suspicious trace was discovered at a certain outpost. There was a constant stream of new problems that needed to be dealt with. He was constantly dealing with them and was very busy.

After finally making it to nightfall, the tense atmosphere finally eased a little.

Han Heming thought of the hard work his brothers had put in during this period, so he gathered with his soldiers, drank and talked happily, and celebrated the recovery of the first county.

Jars of fine wine were opened one after another, and laughter and joy floated in the night.

Everyone's spirits grew as they recalled the thrilling moments of battle and imagined the grand plans for the future. Han Heming, too, was swept up in the lively atmosphere, drinking glass after glass until the moon reached its zenith. Only then, exhausted and shaky, did he drag himself towards the county government office.

"Girl, girl, the master is back."

Xu Nian, who had been waiting in the dark, staring at the door, looking forward to Han Heming's return, heard Xiaoling's soft report, and his eyes lit up instantly, as if two small flames were burning.

Like a clever little deer, she walked to the bronze mirror and carefully put on her makeup in front of it.

Her fingers gently and quickly smoothed the slightly messy hair, and she picked out a bottle of bright red lip balm from the dressing table, carefully applied it on her lips, and gently sipped it, striving to make every part of her face exquisite and attractive, exuding alluring charm.

Then, she followed Xiaoling's steps, her steps quick and light, and hurried towards the path that Han Heming had to pass, preparing for a carefully planned "encounter".

At this moment in the courtyard, the moonlight was like a layer of soft silver gauze, falling quietly. The breeze was like a playful elf, gently caressing the flowers, causing the delicate flowers to sway gracefully, and the rich fragrance drifted away slowly, and penetrated into Han Heming's nose.

Han Heming was already drunk and his head was dizzy. When the wind carrying the fragrance of flowers blew, he felt his head became even heavier and dizzier, and the world in front of him began to shake slightly.

The capture of Qinghe County today was of great significance to him. It was the first city they had actually captured since they decided to revolt, and it was also a victory so beautiful that it would go down in history.

The joy of victory was too strong, like a strong but mellow liquor, which made him and his brothers drink a lot of alcohol without realizing it.

Just now, Hu Zi saw him staggering and wanted to help him, but he was waved away by his drunken hand. He wanted to take advantage of the hazy moonlight to walk alone quietly on the land he had conquered with his own hands, like a farmer inspecting his own harvest fields, and savoring the fruits of victory alone.

Han Heming was walking unsteadily, when suddenly, the flowers in front of him rustled and two people emerged from them.

He suddenly stopped in his tracks, tried to focus his drunken eyes, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Who is it?" In the silent night, the voice carried a hint of drunken intimidation.

The night was dark and the figure in front of me was blurry, as if wrapped in a fog.

Then, Xu Nian's soft and gentle voice with a high sugar content sounded: "Master, it's me."

Her voice was filled with intimacy and coquettishness, floating gently in the night breeze.

Han Heming narrowed his eyes, straining to see the person in front of him clearly. His brows furrowed slightly, and he asked with a hint of confusion and impatience, "Miss Xu? What are you doing here so late?"

Xu Nianlian took light steps and slowly approached, her figure as light as a falling feather.

She dressed up carefully today, wearing a moon-white gauze dress, which exuded a hazy beauty under the moonlight, and the faint scent of jasmine perfume on her body drifted away with the breeze.

"Master, I have come to thank you for giving me this courtyard. I am extremely happy and have been waiting for you here to express my gratitude."

As she spoke, she bowed slightly with a graceful posture and performed a thousand bows. Her figure was slender and beautiful, and in the moonlight she looked like a willow swaying in the wind, with a unique charm that made her look graceful and pitiful.

Han Heming's brows furrowed even more, and his tone was as cold as ice in the cold winter: "Miss Xu, you don't have to be polite. The affairs of the inner house have always been managed by Madam. If Miss Xu really wants to thank Madam, she can do so."

After saying that, he raised his foot and was about to leave, not wanting to get entangled any further.

Unexpectedly, Xu Nian grabbed his sleeve with a force that was neither too strong nor too weak, but it made it difficult for Han Heming to break free.

Han Heming's face flashed with obvious displeasure, and he said in a deep voice: "Miss Xu, what are you doing?"

Xu Nian tilted her head slightly, and looked at him with a pair of big watery eyes full of grievance and coquettishness, with waves in her eyes.

"Master, you've drunk too much. Seeing your unsteady steps, I'm really worried. I'd better take you back to the courtyard so I can take care of you."

As she spoke, she moved closer to Han Heming. A rich fragrance filled his nose, and Han Heming felt his head spinning. He became more and more dizzy and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

Han Heming gritted his teeth, holding on to the last bit of clarity, and suddenly pushed Xu Nian away with a little more strength than usual. With a hint of anger, he shouted, "Miss Xu, please respect yourself! Don't do such a disgraceful thing!"

Xu Nian was pushed and staggered, almost falling to the ground. Her eyes instantly turned red, tears welled up in them, and she said aggrievedly.

"Master, what do you mean? I just care about you and want to send you back to the courtyard. Why do you have to keep me away?"

After saying that, she took advantage of Han Heming's trance and quickly stepped forward, holding Han Heming's arms tightly with both hands, as if she was afraid that he would break free again.

At this moment, Han Heming only felt his head getting heavier and his whole body became soft and weak, as if all his strength had been drained. He no longer had the strength to refuse. He could only let Xu Nian carry him and slowly left the garden and walked towards his residence.