The sickly son died young? After the marriage exchange, I will bring prosperity to his entire clan f

Everyone could see that Ling Silang was experiencing a final burst of energy before death, and no one stopped him.

Ling Dalang said, "Shall I push the cart and pull you over?"

Ling Silang stopped him, "No need, I want to be alone with my wife for a while."

No one stopped him. When Ling Silang reached the gate, he looked back and his gaze lingered on his mother and father's faces the longest.

Ling's mother had already wiped away her tears, but her swollen eyes couldn't lie. "Go on, your mother will wait for you to come back at home."

Ling's father smiled broadly, his voice hoarse, "Go on, if you can't walk back in a bit, Dad will carry you home, just like when you were little."

Ling Silang laughed heartily, "Alright, I'll wait for Dad to carry me back so I can eat Mom's cooking."

Ling Silang turned around.

Ling's mother covered her mouth tightly to keep herself from making a sound, and tears streamed down her face like a burst dam. Finally, she lost her balance and slowly squatted down.

The sunlight shone on her head, making her gray hair look lonely and pitiful.

Ling's father turned his back, his shoulders trembling violently, his hands constantly wiping his face.

Ling Dalang and the others also quietly shed tears.

Wang and the others cried uncontrollably, but they all tacitly kept silent, slowly moving closer to Ling's mother one by one, afraid that something might happen to her again.

Ling Sanlang's face was streaked with tears, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Big brother, second brother, should we go and bring the coffin back?"

Ling Erlang cried without saying a word.

Ling Dalang glanced at the people in the courtyard and could only nod silently in the end, "Go, bring back everything that has been prepared."

Outside.

When Ling Silang came out, he saw Ling Zheng's miserable state and a large pool of blood under the tree.

Ling Zheng didn't faint; he was in so much pain that he couldn't even faint if he wanted to. When he heard any noise, he didn't dare to lift his head, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Ling Silang stood still, staring at Ling Zheng.

Du Mingxian didn't want him to see such a terrible scene. "Let's go. This is the retribution he deserves."

Ling Silang stepped forward and stood in front of Ling Zheng. "Brother Ling Zheng, once when I was a child, during the autumn harvest, I was playing in the village when it suddenly started raining heavily. You carried me home on your back, even though the rain was deep in the water."

"You saved my life back then, and you've tied me up again this time. We're even now."

Upon hearing this, Ling Zheng looked up and saw that his face was sunken and he looked like a pig's head. He saw Ling Silang's face and his terminal illness.

For the first time, Ling Zheng felt genuine regret for kidnapping Ling Silang. How could he have been so bewitched as to kidnap his own brother for the sake of a woman?

He is not human.

"block……"

Ling Silang said, "Wife, let him go. He has already received his due punishment. There's no need to go to the government office. He saved my life when I was a child, so we're even now."

Du Mingxian didn't say anything, but went straight forward and used her dagger to cut the ropes binding Ling Zheng. As the ropes broke, Ling Zheng fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

Du Mingxian didn't even glance at it, put the dagger into her spatial storage, and helped him up again. "Let's go, let's go for a walk in the fields. It might rain heavily tonight."

"it is good."

Sure enough, his time came. It is said that the dead do not travel on dry roads, but he was in particularly good spirits at the moment. He should have reached the Bridge of Helplessness by the time it rains that night.

The two walked very slowly, with Du Mingxian supporting him the whole time.

Ling Silang walked slowly, but he was still energetic. However, he would get out of breath after walking for a while. Du Mingxian turned her back to him and handed him a cup of spiritual water to drink.

It was midday, and the sun was blazing.

After watching the excitement, some families have already returned to their fields to harvest their crops.

There are very few idle people in the fields; everyone is busy.

Du Mingxian and Ling Silang walked very slowly, until they reached the riverbank of Dahe Village. Only then did Ling Silang point to the large rock under the shade of a tree and say, "Let's go sit there for a while."

"it is good."

The two walked over, and Du Mingxian took a simple stool from her spatial storage for Ling Silang. "Sit on this."

Ling Silang looked at the strangely shaped stool, which was also made of strange fabric, and sat down without asking any questions. Looking at everything in front of him, he pointed to the person next to him and said, "Sit with me for a while."

Du Mingxian took out a small stool and sat down next to him.

"Are you still blaming me for giving you a divorce agreement?"

"No."

Ling Silang chuckled, "But after I gave you the divorce papers, I haven't heard you call me 'husband' even once."

"It's just a title."

"I want to hear it," he said.

She affectionately called him "husband".

"I still want to hear it."

"Master."

"Could you call out a few more times?"

"Master."

"Ugh."

"Master."

"Ugh."

"Master."

"Ugh."

"My lord, please don't keep me here."

After a long silence, he finally spoke, "I will never abandon you in the next life."

"But I don't want a next life, I only want this life?"

Ling Silang reached out and gently touched her face. After a long while, he removed his hand, took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, and handed it to her. "Keep this. No one can do anything to you in the future."

Du Mingxian opened the paper and glanced at it, and saw... the household registration.

her.

Moreover, it was a single-family household with only women.

If she were just a country girl who had never been anywhere, she might not understand, but in her previous life she was a general's wife who lived in the capital for decades, so she naturally knew more.

Single-female households existed in this dynasty.

But it's extremely difficult, and the requirements are very, very demanding.

“You…” Du Mingxian’s eyes reddened. She suddenly understood why Ling Silang’s condition had worsened after he returned from the county, suddenly shrinking from more than a month to just a few days.

And then there were the looks in Ling Dalang and Ling Erlang's eyes. Because of her, Ling Silang was exhausted again, directly cutting off his chance to live, and he also had to make arrangements for her.

Ling Silang reached out and wiped away Du Mingxian's tears. "Don't cry, I don't want to see you cry."

Holding the household registration book, Du Mingxian said resentfully, "Do you know that to me, I would rather you live a few more days and spend more time with me?"

"I hope that after I die, you will not be at the mercy of others."

He knew how harsh this dynasty was on women, so the last thing he could do for her before he died was this.

She went home with He Li, returning to the Du family, where she had to listen to the Du family members; and back to the Zhou family, where she had to listen to her mother-in-law.

He didn't want to, even though he guessed she probably wouldn't suffer a loss, he just wanted to rule out any possibility.

She established a separate household for women, and no one could do anything about it; she was free.

Du Mingxian was heartbroken and resentful. God gave her a second chance at life and allowed her to meet such a wonderful person, but God didn't let her have an easy time and made this person leave early.

Is she destined to live the rest of her life on longing?

No, no.

She wiped away her tears, muttering, "I don't believe it, I don't believe that if I had to do it all over again, God would give me this kind of script. I don't believe it, I refuse to believe it."

Ling Silang suddenly couldn't understand her, but he still felt sorry for her and comforted her, "It's okay. After I die, forget me, and you will meet someone better."