The gambling god's wife in the Duke's Mansion is getting divorced again

The setting sun shines brightly, and white smoke is lingering in Zhaoyun Courtyard.

Sang Wan stared at the small medicine furnace closely, not daring to leave for a moment.

The antidote for the Earth-Rising Golden Lotus was not easy to come by.

Not far away, beneath a Chinaberry tree, the wind whipped its branches, leaving a blanket of purple blossoms. Pei Jinzhi leaned back in a bamboo chair, one hand resting on his cheek, the other holding a book.

But his gaze had already passed through the book, and he was looking at the fairy in the white smoke tenderly and affectionately.

The sunset was filled with brilliant light. She just sat there, becoming the center of the light. Her every frown and smile moved him.

He wanted to remember the beauty of this moment and keep her in his heart for a long time.

"Sang Wan, in this vast land of Great Xia, where would you like to live?"

Sang Wan was busy fiddling with the medicine furnace and said casually:

"It's said that people of the Jianghu wander without a fixed place to stay, and home is where the heart is. I used to long to wander around the world, to wander everywhere and see the beautiful scenery of each place in all seasons. But I was born and raised by Fengshui, and I have never left Qiantang County. I'd better stay with my mother honestly."

"What if I didn't have to think about my mother or other people, and just followed my heart?"

Sang Wan raised her head halfway, her hand supporting her chin. “There is indeed a place I want to go. Peach Blossom Island.”

She smiled so brightly that her eyes narrowed into a line, and dimples bloomed on her cheeks like two small flowers, tempting people to curl up the corners of their mouths like her.

"Where is Peach Blossom Island?"

Pei Jinzhi couldn't figure out where this island was in Daxia.

"Brother Luochuan once read me a poem by Mr. Wu Liu. It tells the story of a man from Wuling who made a living by fishing. He stumbled upon a peach forest. For hundreds of steps along both banks, peach blossoms were in full bloom, the grass was fresh, and the fallen petals were a riot of color. The people who lived there were incredibly happy and content. When I first heard this, I was struck by a yearning. How wonderful it would be to live the rest of my life in that paradise."

Pei Jinzhi looked at her; at the right moment, she looked back and smiled.

Her eyes are full of movement and her charm is lifted by the wind.

He was mesmerized by the sight: "Yes, it's beautiful."

"My Lord, where do you want to live?" Sang Wan lowered his head and continued to fan himself with a palm-leaf fan.

"Me?" Pei Jinzhi lowered his eyes, staring blankly at the words on the book. "If possible, I hope to live in this Zhaoyun Courtyard forever."

Now, every moment, forever.

"Don't you want to see the mountains and rivers of Daxia? I thought you men all loved riding horses in the green mountains and traveling the world with swords."

Pei Jinzhi frowned again: "Men? Do you know a lot of men?"

"Of course, I've met all kinds of people in the pharmacy. Passing merchants have even told me that the world outside is prosperous and they want to take me there."

Sang Wan lowered her head and chuckled softly, a strand of hair falling down, revealing her long eyelashes. "But I know they are lying to me."

"I am just a tiny person, I dare not covet anything prosperous, I just want to guard my own piece of heaven and earth.

But Brother Luochuan is a man, and he thinks differently. He has great ambitions and wants to be the most useful person in Daxia."

Pei Jinzhi's heart rose and fell with the movement of her palm-leaf fan.

She always did this, and would mention Shi Luochuan inadvertently.

The name Shi Luochuan was engraved into her life, and it entangled her heart all the time.

Somewhere in his heart, the sea water gradually receded, revealing the barren mud.

The man who was like the sun and the moon made him look dark and despicable.

Pei Jinzhi's eyes dimmed, and he left with the book in his hand:

"The medicine stinks. Please continue to boil it."

"Hey?" Sang Wan raised an eyebrow and leaned in to smell the medicine furnace: "Does it stink? No way?"

Just then, Yunque came out holding a teacup.

Sang Wan waved her hand: "Skylark, does this medicine stink?"

"It doesn't stink." Yunque shook his head and handed over the teacup: "Grandma, please have a drink first."

"Pei Jinzhi has a dog nose, tsk."

Sang Wan groaned.

I really owed him in my previous life. I made medicine for him and he despised me.

"Grandma, please go and rest for a while. I'll take your place."

"No, I'm not going anywhere. I'll just watch it." Sang Wan rubbed his hands together and stared at the medicine pot: "Baby, come to the bowl quickly!"

Seeing her blushing face, Yunque fanned her.

"You are so kind to the prince, Grandma."

Sang Wan lifted her hair and smiled faintly:

"There's no such thing as good things happening without reason in this world. Ultimately, it's like giving a plum and getting a peach in return. The prince saved my life, so it's only right that I repay him. That's all."

"But I feel that the prince treats you differently. When he looks at you, his eyes shine."

Sang Wan burst out laughing. "Glowing? Yunque, are you dazzled? Are you sure it's not the sunlight?"

She shook her head and said it was impossible.

"Sister Qinghe said that the prince has a sweetheart. Maybe there is a light in his eyes when he looks at his sweetheart. But it will never be me."

Yunque lowered her head, bit her lip, and whispered, "Grandma, that's someone you can't mention."

"Oh?" Sang Wan showed interest: "You know?"

Skylark looked around and made sure there was no one around before saying:

"I heard it was the late emperor's favorite, Princess Jinghe, Xiaoyue. But for some reason, the princess ended up marrying Shen Muchi, the son of the current Prime Minister. The prince was heartbroken for a long time and was ill for half a year."

Princess Jinghe? Wasn't she the one who was assassinated in the suburbs of Beijing and kidnapped by the Tianxuan Sect?

No wonder Princess Jianing was jealous of Jinghe even after being drugged. It turns out that she was Pei Jinzhi's sweetheart.

Yun Que looked at Sang Wan's face carefully and said, "Grandma, that young Madam Shen has some similarities with you."

Sang Wan's heart paused: "Similar to me?"

"Yes. Especially your eyes. But upon closer inspection, you're more lively. Madam Shen also attended the banquet held at the Duke's Mansion. You're so delicate and fragile, as if you could be blown away by the wind. You're like a fairy from a painting, untouched by worldly affairs."

Sang Wan understood a little bit, so that's how it is.

No wonder Pei Jinzhi always shows mercy to her.

It turns out that she looks like his white moonlight.

"Then Princess Jinghe must be an excellent woman."

It's rare for someone as cold-hearted as Pei Jinzhi to remember me. If I have the chance to see her in the future, I will definitely thank her profusely.

If she hadn't looked somewhat like the princess, she would have died at Pei Jinzhi's hands long ago.

Yunque propped up her cheek and said disapprovingly: "But I think the eldest lady is better."

Sang Wan laughed: "Sweet talk, but I'm not the one paying you."

"I am telling the truth. I am not doing this for the wages." Yuque waved her hands anxiously.

"I know. I think Yun Que is the best! That day, you were not afraid of punishment and advised me to escape. I am grateful to you. When I leave in the future, I will definitely let Pei Jinzhi promote you and make use of you!"

Sang Wan was sincere, and not many people were willing to lend a hand to help her at that moment.

"Grandma, why are you leaving?" Yuque was puzzled.

"People come and go, and there's a time for gathering and parting. I was just here to bring good luck. Now that the prince has woken up, my merits are complete."

As long as Pei Jinzhi took the antidote, she would be able to repay all that she owed him. She and he were like two little birds, each destined to fly to a different destination.

"Grandma, do you mind the prince's past lover? But she is already married. The prince treats you very well, why do you still want to leave?"

Sang Wan looked at the curling white smoke and smiled slowly:

"Silly boy. Why would I mind? The prince has his sweetheart, and I have mine. The person I want to marry must be someone who has me in his heart and eyes."

But where is that person now?