"Besides, even if your husband is here, the young general will definitely like you the most."

Lin Liansheng's eyelashes trembled, and a smile appeared at the corner of his lips. "Xiao Jin, what nonsense are you talking about? The young general and I are master and servant, so how could I be her servant? Hurry and tell the people in the mansion. Who knows, when the young general returns, the general's mansion might be celebrating a wedding."

"But……"

Xiao Jin seemed to want to say something, but Lin Liansheng no longer listened to him and returned to the study.

In the study, Lin Liansheng picked up the pen again, and on the white paper were some patterns he had drawn before.

After arriving at the general's mansion, Zhuang Rongjun handed over an embroidery shop to Lin Liansheng. Lin Liansheng had many creative ideas and always drew some patterns, which made the embroidery shop's business more prosperous.

The pen in his hand did not fall down for a long time.

After a long time, Lin Liansheng put down his pen and his eyes fell on one place. It was the picture album brought by Mr. Xue.

His gaze lingered for a long time, then Lin Liansheng took the album, took a deep breath, and opened it with trembling fingers.

In the album, there are portraits of young boys and their information.

They are all young and handsome boys from famous families.

Every time Lin Liansheng turned a page, he felt a slight bitterness in his heart. Until he turned the last page, Lin Liansheng raised his eyes and looked out the window, thinking of what Master Xue and Xiao Jin had just said.

He is of noble status and has a clean record. He is neither noble nor clean. He is just a widow in Renhe County who has been married three times and whose body has been touched by countless people.

In Xiaojin's opinion, even if Zhuang Rongjun liked him, he could only take him as a concubine.

A hint of bitterness appeared at the corner of Lin Liansheng's lips.

After a few months, he noticed that Zhuang Rongjun liked him, and under Zhuang Rongjun's caring care and teasing, he fell in love with Zhuang Rongjun.

But so what.

Lin Liansheng, have you forgotten your identity?

Have you forgotten what a decadent life you once led in that shabby little house?

Have you forgotten that the first time you met Zhuang Rongjun, she saw you almost having sex with another man?

Lin Liansheng, have you forgotten that you are only here to repay a favor?

You can't be so greedy.

After a long time, Lin Liansheng made a decision, and his eyes were clear.

His eyes fell on the last page of the album, which depicted the prime minister's son, who was also Mr. Xue's favorite candidate for husband, Zhuang Rongjun.

Lin Liansheng withdrew his gaze, closed the album, and closed his heart as well.

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The next day, Zhuang Rongjun returned from outside the capital.

The housekeeper came over immediately. Zhuang Rongjun looked around but didn't see the familiar figure, so his eyes dimmed a little.

"Young General, the bath water has been prepared for you."

"Yes." Zhuang Rongjun handed a brocade box to the housekeeper, "Take this snow lotus to Doctor Yang and ask her to prepare the medicine as soon as possible."

The housekeeper held the brocade box in both hands and replied.

This time, Zhuang Rongjun left the capital just to look for the snow lotus. The doctor said that Lin Liansheng's body was too deficient and if he didn't take good care of himself with tonic medicine, he might not live long.

The housekeeper reported to Zhuang Rongjun the situation in the mansion while she was away from Beijing.

"You said that my grandfather came here and met Liansheng?" Zhuang Rongjun stopped.

"yes."

Zhuang Rongjun frowned, looking thoughtful. "They didn't have any conflict, did they? Did Grandpa tell me why he came to see me?"

The housekeeper shook her head: "I'm not impulsive. For other matters, the young general needs to ask Master Liansheng."

"Okay, I understand. Go find Doctor Yang."