After the arranged marriage, she farms and survives under the tutelage of the villainous boss.

I hadn't heard a response and assumed it hadn't been delivered.

Unexpectedly, this person had no intention of replying at all.

Because Yunniang asked in her letter, it wouldn't be appropriate to just give a few words as a perfunctory answer, nor could it be something that could be made up out of everyday trivialities; it was about the watchtower and the city wall.

"Just pretend you never received it."

"Watchtowers and city walls, speed things up. This is the second time they've collapsed; we must find a reason."

Xie Shuheng noticed something was off, so he followed his gaze, and Jiang Zhiyun quickly hid.

Pretend nothing happened.

Xie Shuheng: "..."

He got up and walked towards his room. When he opened the door, he saw Jiang Zhiyun trying to hide. When she saw Xie Shuheng, she hadn't decided where to hide yet and was a little flustered, so she went straight to the bed and covered herself with the quilt.

Seeing his wife's lively and adorable side, Xie Shuheng felt all the fatigue of the day disappear.

He didn't expose her, but simply went over and sat down, wrapping Yunniang in a blanket.

"How can you even get out like this?"

Jiang Zhiyun originally wanted to prove that she could control herself, but unexpectedly she was held back by Xie Shuheng and couldn't get out of the situation.

asshole!

She cursed inwardly.

Xie Shuheng couldn't bear to see his young mistress suffer, so he quickly pulled her out of the quilt.

Then, rolling under the covers, Yunniang naturally ended up in the arms of Xie Shuheng, that scheming man.

Xie Shuheng chuckled: "My wife came looking for me and hid under the covers. Is she hinting at something?"

"Or perhaps they're just too impatient."

"Heh." Jiang Zhiyun sneered twice. "I wonder whose husband is keeping half of his wife's earring. All of this is mine. If I had known, I wouldn't have worn anything, and I could still use it."

Xie Shuheng chuckled, holding Yunniang captive like this.

They were both satisfied: "Being able to see my wife is already very satisfying."

"You came here with Ye Qi?"

"I had no idea that those secret guards hadn't sent me any letters either."

Yunniang said, "They've all followed me, so how come they're not mine anymore?"

"They don't need to report anything to you anymore; I've bought them off."

Upon hearing this, they both burst out laughing.

Xie Shuheng thought his wife was really amazing: "Only you could take my person away."

"Yunniang, you've always been good at winning people's hearts."

"That's natural!"

Jiang Zhiyun coughed twice with a smile.

Xie Shuheng asked, "Have you suddenly caught a cold?"

"It feels a bit cold; the road is difficult to walk on. It's too cold."

"Xie Shuheng, many people have caught a cold. Right now, the hottest shops aren't food stalls, but shops selling funeral clothes or coffins."

"The Northwest has finally started to recover; we can't let this cause a disaster."

Xie Shuheng nodded, and the two stopped being affectionate. Xie Shuheng ate the dried meat that Jiang Zhiyun had brought, saying "Mmm" as he ate.

"Remember the heated kang beds we had in Northeast China? I was thinking of bringing those in, but they were too expensive. I wrote to my maternal grandfather and uncles to ask about it. For an ordinary family, installing one would cost a lot of money. Look at the house now, which one looks like it's been around for so many years?"

“Even when we were exiled, my mother hid a hairpin, which she sold for less than eight taels of silver.”

In these small places, let alone a family heirloom, the pawnshop owner certainly didn't have the money.

Even selling it for a few taels of silver would be a luxury.

Everyone was helpless.

Jiang Zhiyun said, "I have another idea. We can dig a pit in our own land and build a stove. That way, the whole house will be warm. As for burning charcoal and firewood, that depends on our own skills. Of course, I hope Liu Jie can set aside some funds to distribute supplies to everyone."

As Jiang Zhiyun was saying this, she fell asleep.

Jiang Zhiyun had originally intended to discuss the matter properly, and she had also planned out how to repair Xie Shuheng's watchtower.

He fell asleep halfway through his sentence before he could even finish speaking.

Xie Shuheng carried Yunniang to the bed and took out all the clothes that could keep her warm, layering them over the quilt.

He is unaffected by any environment, but Yunniang is different.

Yunniang is the wife he should always cherish and protect.

After the cover was closed, Xie Shuheng went out to ask Ye Qi, "Ye Qi, did Madam Jiang cough on the way?"

"Ah."

"Mrs. Jiang said it was just a cold."

Xie Shuheng felt his forehead was a little hot just now.

He said, "You wait here, Ye Jiu will go find a doctor to take a look."

Recently, many people in the nearby villages have been coughing, saying it's a cold, and that the cold will go away on its own.

Therefore, Xie Shuheng still takes this matter to heart.

I hope Yunniang won't end up like them.

After a long night of commotion, a doctor who was over fifty years old came over and hurriedly said, "Sir, please let me take a look at your wife first."

As he spoke, he tied a red thread around his neck and took Yunniang's pulse through the curtain.

The doctor's expression turned grim: "This certainly doesn't look like a common cold. But for now, the only treatment we can offer is some medicine for colds."

"No one can say for sure what will happen next."

Xie Shuheng said, "Please stay here, Doctor. I can call you anytime if anything happens."

"Yes." The doctor nodded.

Xie Shuheng brewed medicine for Yunniang before waking her up.

She woke up groggily: "My head feels a little heavy."

“You’re sick,” Xie Shuheng said. “The journey has been bumpy, and the environment here is not good. You’re bound to get sick.”

Yunniang could tell that he felt somewhat guilty.

He said, "It's just a slight cold, nothing to worry about."

"Xie Shuheng, I... I didn't finish what I was saying last night..."

As she spoke, Xie Shuheng fed her a mouthful of porridge.

“You even cooked porridge for me? My mother said that it was the first time you cooked porridge for me, and it turned out so well. Now that I taste it, it tastes even better.”

Xie Shuheng's ears turned red: "..."

"Eat something quickly, then take your medicine, and you'll get better faster."

Hsieh Shu-heng had previously taken care of Little Rice Ball. When Little Rice Ball was sick as a child, Hsieh Shu-heng stayed by his side day and night to take care of him.

Because he always felt sorry for Yunniang because she was too tired.

Now, the same trick they used to take care of Little Rice Ball is being applied directly to Jiang Zhiyun.

Yunniang was both amused and exasperated: "I'm not a child anymore, why do I still need you to take care of me again and again, my lord?"

"Do not worry."

Xie Shuheng said, "This is not a common cold. We need to get a doctor to come and take a look. It seems to be a condition unique to this area, and many people have gotten sick from it."

Xie Shuheng hugged her tightly: "You have to be good and get through this, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Yunniang pushed him away, saying, "Doesn't that mean this illness is contagious? In that case, you can arrange a new room for me, and I'll be fine in that one."