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

On this day, the sun shone warmly in the yard. Cui Jingshu sat quietly on a stone bench. The breeze blew gently, lifting a few strands of her hair, which shone with a soft luster in the sun.

She was holding a book in her hands, her eyes seemed to be on the pages, but her mind was not on them at all, and she looked a little absent-minded.

These days, watching Song Yanzhi and Han Heming having conflicts, the quarrels, the cold war, and the sadness that could not be hidden in Song Yanzhi's eyes, made her unable to help but think of her General Xiao Chang who was far away at the border.

Song Yanzhi had helped her deliver letters to her husband twice, but each time she was looking forward to a reply, but each time she received no reply.

The person who was sent to deliver the letter for the first time came back early, saying helplessly that the war situation at the border was tense and the security was tight everywhere. It was impossible to get close to General Xiao Chang's military camp, so the letter could not be delivered smoothly.

This time, I don’t know if the letter can be delivered to my husband.

Cui Jingshu was very worried and often tossed and turned at night, unable to fall asleep, for fear that something might have happened to her husband.

At this moment, the maid Fuling came trotting over with a letter in her hand, taking brisk steps.

Her face was filled with a cheerful smile, which seemed to dispel all the gloom around her. Even her steps seemed particularly light, as if she was walking on clouds.

Seeing Cui Jingshu, she was so excited that her voice rose a few notches, and she said crisply: "Madam, the general's reply to you has arrived!"

When Cui Jingshu heard this, his eyes lit up instantly. He quickly put down the book in his hand, stood up, and eagerly reached out to take the letter, thanking him repeatedly: "Thank you for your hard work, Fuling."

Then he couldn't wait to open the envelope, took out the letter, and read it eagerly.

As she looked, her brows gradually furrowed, and a look of helplessness and worry slowly emerged in her eyes, which were originally filled with expectation.

His brows were furrowed tighter and tighter, as if they could pinch a fly to death. His lips unconsciously pursed slightly, and his expression became solemn.

After reading the letter, she seemed to have lost her soul. She stood up and walked out of the yard in a hurry, completely losing her usual calmness and elegance.

"Ma'am, what's wrong?"

Fuling, who was standing aside, was originally immersed in joy and had not had time to put away the smile on her face. But when she saw that her wife looked unwell, she quickly put away her smile and asked Cui Jingshu with concern.

Cui Jingshu walked quickly, sighing softly, his voice filled with helplessness: "The war at the border is intense, and the general has no time to take care of us right now. I want to find Sister Yanzhi and ask her to send someone to take us to the border. I'm really worried about the general."

Before receiving the letter from General Xiao Chang, Cui Jingshu could still suppress her longing, comfort herself, calm down and wait slowly, thinking that as long as her husband was safe, it would be fine.

But now that she had this letter and knew the dire situation at the border, she felt like she had been scratched by a cat. She couldn't wait even a second longer. All she could think about was getting to her husband as soon as possible to see if he was okay and if he was injured.

The master and servant walked hurriedly all the way, passing through the corridors, around the garden, and finally arrived at Song Yanzhi's courtyard.

From a distance, Song Yanzhi's courtyard was decorated with clusters of flowers, all of which were in full bloom, competing with each other in beauty. It looked like it must be full of laughter and was extremely lively.

However, when I got closer, I found that the opposite was true.

Song Yanzhi's yard was very quiet, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. The occasional chirping of birds only served to highlight the tranquility.

Even the sound of a person's gentle breathing seems to be clearly audible in this silence.

Seeing this, Cui Jingshu frowned and suddenly became hesitant.

She knew in her heart that Sister Yanzhi was very sad at the moment. She had just experienced all the bad things with Han Heming, and the wounds in her heart were probably not healed yet.

If she asked to go find the general now, Sister Yanzhi would definitely send her there without saying a word out of sisterhood. But how could she bear to leave Sister Yanzhi when she needed company the most and was the saddest?

This put her in a dilemma, and her steps slowed down. She stood at the gate of the yard, unable to go forward or backward.

Just as she was hesitating, Song Yanzhi happened to walk out of the room.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Song Yanzhi looked thinner and haggard, but the moment she saw Cui Jingshu, her brows, which had been furrowed for many days, relaxed a little and she tried to force a smile.

"Sister Cui, you're here. Why don't you come inside? You might catch a cold standing here in the wind. By the way, did you receive General Chang's letter?"

Cui Jingshu's mouth twitched, and after a long silence, she said with a hint of frustration, "Sister, my husband said in the letter that the war at the border is very tense and the situation is becoming increasingly serious. There are flames and smoke everywhere, and it's a complete mess.

He was worried about my safety and told me to stay in the Central Plains. He also asked you to take good care of me, or if that didn't work out, to send me back to the Cui family."

When she said this, her voice was full of helplessness and worry, and her eyes were slightly red.

When Song Yanzhi heard this, she thought to herself that as she had expected, the border guarded by General Xiao Chang was facing the Turkic side.

The Turks were fierce and had long known that the Red Moon country had frequent changes of emperors, turbulent political situation, and unstable domestic situation.

It was now spring, and after enduring a cold and hungry winter, the Turks needed to burn, kill, and loot at the border to replenish their supplies and fill their stomachs.

Thinking about it this way, the war on the border right now is probably even more intense than last winter.

She hurried forward and held Cui Jingshu's hands. Her hands were warm and strong, and her eyes were full of sincerity and reluctance. She persuaded him softly.

"General Xiao Chang is right, sister, you can stay here with me.

The border is so dangerous now. If you go there and something happens to you, the general will be very worried.

How about waiting until the border war is stable, and then I'll send my sister to reunite with General Xiao Chang, what do you think?"

"But I'm really worried about him."

As Cui Jingshu spoke, she could no longer hold back the tears in her eyes, which rolled around in her eyes and soon turned red.

She quickly raised her hand to wipe her eyes, feeling a little annoyed. She didn't want to show her deep love and affection for her husband in front of Song Yanzhi, who had just divorced Han Heming and was sad and upset, for fear that it would make Sister Yanzhi feel even worse.

But at the moment, she was in a rush of conversation and was so worried about her husband that she lost control and lost her composure.

"Don't cry, sister. Since you want to go to the border, I will send someone to take you there."

Song Yanzhi looked at Cui Jingshu's sad and depressed expression, her heart full of pity. She stopped hesitating and made a decision.

In her heart, sisterhood is also extremely precious. Since Sister Cui cares so much about General Xiao Chang, how can she stop her?

Although this journey is not safe, we can just send more people to escort us.