Her hair was cloud-like and beautiful! She opened her eyes and found herself back in the third year

Fang Shixin blushed instantly upon hearing this.

She straightened her chest slightly, her eyes filled with both smiles and tears, as if she couldn't wait to nod in agreement.

Qin Yizhen is not good enough for him; she is.

She is from the future, a time traveler, a unique person in this world, and someone who stands on the shoulders of giants. How can these ancient people compare to her?

She could talk about many things, such as treating smallpox and preventing epidemics. She could even talk about making cement, glass, crossbows, and gunpowder.

She learned all of these things specifically for him.

Heaven knows how excited she was when she learned that she had traveled back to this era and could meet him. And he did not disappoint her; he was indeed as handsome and unparalleled as she had imagined.

She and he are the most perfect match in the world.

Qin Yizhen is nothing but feudal dregs, a pathetic and backward woman from a feudal era. How can she be compared to her?

If Cheng Yan marries her, with her help, his life will surely be more perfect.

At that time, she and he will be remembered in history together. Thousands of years later, even if they turn into dust and bones, they will lie side by side in the same coffin.

He would inscribe letters on jade tablets for her, calling her "my beloved wife," expressing his concern that she was timid, telling her "not to be afraid" on the road to the underworld, and wishing to "follow her through life and death in this world and the underworld."

Fang Shixin was so excited that his whole body trembled when he thought of this.

All of these will be hers.

"Cheng Yan, only I..." Only I am worthy of you.

"Who do you think you are? You don't deserve to be called one." Cheng Yan interrupted Fang Shixin coldly, his gaze towards her particularly icy.

Fang Shixin was startled. In that instant, it felt as if she had fallen into an icy pool. Her once hot and churning blood cooled down inch by inch, and her face turned deathly pale.

"Cheng Yan, how could you...?"

Cheng Yan looked at her and said, "I'll say it one last time: whether we're a good match or not is a matter between my husband and me, and it has nothing to do with anyone else. Whether she's good or bad, she's the one I raised, and I'm willing to accept it."

"It's none of your business."

For a moment, Cheng Yan wanted to kill this person who was spouting nonsense, but then she remembered that there might still be some things that required her help with regarding the 'method to cure smallpox,' so she had to hold back for the time being.

"As for the rumors outside, what unofficial histories, what folk tales, I don't care. In this life, all I ask for is a peaceful and tranquil life. Who cares about the great floods a thousand years from now?"

In his life, he had done everything in his power to protect his loved ones and his country, and he was content with that. He had no reason to care about what would happen after his death.

"I don't care about these things, so why should you worry about them for me?"

"I am here today to warn you that if you dare to do anything to harm the princess again, don't blame me for being ruthless. No matter how capable you are, I will not tolerate you."

After saying these words, Cheng Yan didn't bother with Fang Shixin, that madman, and turned to walk into the mansion.

"Cheng Yan!" Fang Shixin had just spoken to him and hadn't even had a chance to explain her abilities. How could she let him leave like this?

She wanted to catch up with him and tell him that she was very useful, and that if he could keep her by his side, he would be even more powerful and would reach new heights in the future.

Together, they are ushering in a new era.

But she was still forced to kneel on the ground by the guards. She couldn't even break free, let alone chase after them. She could only watch helplessly as Cheng Yan's figure disappeared at the gate.

"Cheng Yan—Cheng Yan, come out here—"

"come out--"

"This madman." Cheng Yan had just turned past the shadow of the wall by the door when he heard this shout. He felt uncomfortable all over and disgusted.

Song Nian reached out and picked at his ear, wanting to ask, "Lord Marquis, did you wrong someone in your past life?" But seeing Cheng Yan's dark face, he covered his mouth and dared not utter a sound.

Cheng Yan said, "Send her back to the Fang family and let them keep her in check. If she jumps out and spouts nonsense again, I won't hesitate to make the Fang family leave Qindu and go home to eat their own food."

"Yes."

Song Nian accepted the order. Seeing Cheng Yan walking towards the backyard, he stopped, bowed, and then turned to arrange the matters.

When Cheng Yan returned to Chunxie Courtyard, he saw craftsmen working in the courtyard.

"Greetings, Lord Marquis." Upon seeing him arrive, everyone hurriedly stopped what they were doing and bowed.

"No need for formalities, what are you doing?"

Lü Qiao stepped forward and said, "Reporting to the Marquis, the princess has ordered a wooden pavilion to be built here so that people can cool off and drink tea here on weekdays. She also said that a swing should be built under the tree."

"Oh really?" Cheng Yan was secretly delighted.

She had been depressed and listless all along. The only thing she did was glance at the household accounts and then stay quietly. She had no time for such things.

Now she wants to build a pavilion for shade and a swing, which shows that she has really come to terms with it and wants to live a good life with him.

"Where's the princess?"

Lü Qiao added, "The princess is taking a short rest in the side hall."

"Then you all get busy. Since it's what the princess wants, hurry up and make it. Also, bring over some flowers and plants to decorate it a bit. The princess will surely like it."

After saying that, Cheng Yan walked towards the main room.

Once inside, he turned and went into a side hall with gauze curtains. There was calming incense burning in the room, and as soon as he entered, he smelled a fragrance that resembled both orchids and plum blossoms.

Qin Yizhen lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), leaning against a soft pillow for a nap. Granny Gui stood beside her, fanning her from time to time.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting sparse, light, and delicate shadows.

Cheng Yan immediately felt his restless heart calm down.

Fang Shi thought to himself that Qin Yi was not good enough for him, but he didn't understand why she wasn't good enough for him.

It was clear that he needed her; only when she was by his side did he feel the chaos and restlessness of the world dissipate, and his adrift heart finally settle down.

He was like a wanderer in this world, and only with her did he find a place to belong, saving him from a life of wandering and wasting his time.

When Granny Gui heard the footsteps, she turned around and was about to bow.

Cheng Yan raised his hand to tell her not to worry about it, then turned and went to his bedroom to change out of his official robes and into a dark blue cross-collar long gown before entering the side hall.

He took the fan from Granny Gui's hand and gestured for her to leave.

Once they were alone in the room, he lay down beside her and gently pulled her into his arms.

She seemed a little uneasy, but as if sensing his presence, she shifted in his arms, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep again.

Her delicate, boneless body nestled unguarded in his arms, and they clung to each other, sleeping neck to neck. Cheng Yan felt a growing sense of satisfaction, and finally, contentedly, he kissed her smooth, fair forehead.

If I could spend my whole life with her like this, it would be a life well-lived.

Regardless of rumors or gossip, regardless of stigma or fame.